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c squared - 9mm laser lyrics

[intro]
c squared on production
it’s mi
let’s get into it
yeah
wow
oh

[verse: mik]
you little shiner
man already know i’m the king of the one-liner
big body ting, i be pushing it inside her
step inna the dance, brukked out the night rider
k!ll ’em with the yoga flame, yeah, that’s fire
heard you wanna copy the flow but that’s a minor
can’t copy this one, this one’s designer
man follow me like i’m the pied piper
when i’ve got the mic in my hand, i get hyper
i don’t wanna hear no talk about freestyle
i don’t wanna hear no talk about cypher
word on the road is i’m the ghostwriter
so much drive in the system, driver
man are old school like tinchy stryder
let me see the gunfingers like stryder
over your head, bird on wire
man have got stripes on my back like tiger
not that tiger, animal tiger
k!ll ’em with the kung fu crouching tiger
got a bad b-tch on my d-ck like eve
trust me when i say that’s a rough rider
gold in my mout so it shines when i smile-a
money upfront, yeah, that’s what i like-a
could’ve been a wasteman doing mad time-a
but i’ve got a vision that’s clear and wider
so i spin webs like a garden spider
future’s bright so it’s gonna get brighter
ray-bans on in the middle of the night-a
block out the demons till it gets lighter
so many wars i’ve had, street fighter
man are like “god, you’re going in hard”
nah, family, i’m so much tighter
man ah touch notes like say i was a typer
gyal ah get wet like a windscreen wiper
liff up the front wheel, r1 biker
skid around the corner, shots like miker
5’6″ but i’m still a big rhymer
these man ah bite my style, vampire
so i stay strapped with the 49er
man ah move mountains, mountain-climber
you little -rs-hole
man already know i’m the king of the whole castle
bring it to your door like postman and parcel
anyone who copy the flow, here’s a sample
me on the tune, that’s too much damage
in other words, i’m way too harmful
lost my link but she gave me a slap
but it’s ok, gave her an armful
you little batty
god already told me how you move scatty
catting for the toes and eating out
bun out your mout like uncle’s what?
bun out your mout like uncle’s patty
fly man down in a tinted whip
jump out, i’m gone, ducatti
leave bare sweat on your forehead
like a fat boy in gym, you fatty
lord of the mics, i was there with ratty
lord of the mics, i was there with who?
lord of the mics, i was there in my red air force ones
and my full ft crew
if it ain’t ft, i don’t wanna know
if it ain’t money upfront, i don’t wanna go
i’ve been doing this since two-double-o
in my zone, in my element
back to the time when i k!lled dark element
all these likkle man bars i hear pon the tune
one word, what’s that? irrelevant
me and ft are the top boy regiment
road mentality, gyal ah get mad at me
but it’s ok, too intelligent
flows i’m giving out, flows i’m selling them
money upfront, i keep on telling them
man are old school like teddy sherringham
but i’m still about like rooney’s hairline
don’t believe me? then go and ask sherringham
i was in lewisham, catford, belling ’em
two and a bit, i was moving ten of them
last exhibits, i done like ten of them
tell them likkle mic man i’m ahead of them
tell that likkle mic man i’m a criminal
keep that noise and sh-t to a minimal
i don’t wanna hear no talk about adlib
so i don’t wanna hear no subliminal
way too lyrical, k!ll ’em with the mourning flow, no cereal
leave man’s forehead up in the sky, no digital
all that talk is minuscule
oh, i said oh, oh
let’s get paid in full like
oh, oh, oh
let’s get paid in full like
oh, oh, oh
let’s get paid in full like
let’s get paid in full like oh
oh

[outro: mik]
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