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benga - forefather lyrics

[verse 1: kano]
lights, action
couple more bottles for the man-dem
jessie j do it like a man-dem
dollar bills, throw it like a tantrum
lights, action
couple marilyns – no, not the mansons
big bottles popping, what?
bigger than a magnum?
yeah b-tch, what?
and it ain’t a lanson
sounding like some old school k.a
where’s my dogs at?
where’s my f-cking great danes?
twisted firestarter like some old school prodigy
take a pop at me? you n-ggas my proteges
yeah, one zero zero, put the comma then
sizzler them haters, fire bun the whole’a them
you can hate me now like i was nas and them
you can hate me now like i was puff and them
them, them nuh ready, dem ah road rat
know that, no roll deep but i flow dan
own that, 110th street, no womack
plus three zero then i own that sh-t, st olaves
vroom vroom vroomin on the a-13
boom boom boomin with the b-ss (dirty)
zoom zoom zoomin n boom boom boomin
when pum pum pummin in the place
baseline overdose
gyal-dem in some open toes
dem man say they does this sh-t
but them man some pinnochios
i was in the dance rocking akademics and pradas
tell these motherf-ckers i’m a grime forefather

[hook: kano]
we get it, you gas, apple juice in your old champs
new beamer, mum’s house, chandeliers in council flats
you man talk but you don’t ball out, we refill when the drinks all out
too many gangsters, not enough gyal, too much dancefloor, not enough sk-nks
from eq, powerhouse, touch mic, bun it down
it’s kano in the house, it’s kano in the house
youse copy, all cats, follow fashion youse all sad
borrow this with your borrowed swag, two bag suit and it ain’t off rack
sounding like some old school k.a, sounding like some old school k.a
sounding like some old school kano, same kano that bodied n-ggas on radio

[verse 2: kano]
kanye west can’t dress like me
hugh heff can’t s-x like me
evian can’t fresh like me
might see me in a fresh crisp white tee
murder the dance til it rest i.p
balenciaga’s dress my feet
young sam jack in effect i need
star wars money yeah jedi p’s (breath)
gimmie the grey goose i rave to the death
think of the papers i’m able to spend
when you think of the hating you may wanna send
n-gga do me a favour and pay me respect
never been about majors and making a check
‘coz i been about ages
and k’s a legend
and i’m making the papers with papers and pens

[hook: kano]

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