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dot rotten - no where lyrics

[verse 1]
(man’s back like i never went no where)
i’m just tryna get a mil in
private island chillin’
[?] distraction
i ain’t got time for the women but i see you man in the club pillin’
i think about shows and, how much can my name bring in
seen so many man make a k!llin’
i got what it takes out ‘ere but n-body ain’t givin’
and to be livin’ you gotta make a livin’
certain man sell, get caught, go prison
other man sell, get corporate visions
stores and business, fortunes risen
trap in a office, score some systems
[?], mortgage picking
started with nothing but drawing pictures
it’s back to the basics, chord-less writtens
opening fruity, call it riddims
i went in, you were boring spitting
and they missed their father, orphans wishing
so when i came back they were more than grinning
swerve in my lane you would stall in minutes
haters talking, absorb and listen
’cause all i can see is a flawless ribbon tied round your name
mother mourning, ball lickers calling for war is a poor decision
i feel like i’ve been reborn and christened
to stop i get all provisions, my course is driven
it’s important that i don’t abort the mission
i see myself touring britain
fresh outfits, five courses given
[?] is spitting
name and a dressing room door, i’m digging
taking the best but you’re more than fibbing, it’s awkward

[chorus]
(man’s back like i never went no where)
back in the flesh (oh yeah)
if there’s a cheque (go there)
we keeping it fresh (cold air)
we leaving them stress (don’t care)
and we be the best (so rare)
man’s back like i never w-

[verse 2]
i’ve been writing verses
reciting lines and words
my mind was blurred so i reversed and went back to the moment when i first thought that my time’s emerging
back on the pitch
tactics are sick, i ain’t clapping to miss ’cause the grind is certain
the signs are [?]
no campaigns, no videos like i [?] disturbing
chance to improve
back from amnesia reminiscing inside of the darkest of rooms
n-body’s in charge of the truth ’cause it’s hard to remove
but i know that i’m the last of the few
i’m the last [?] view
so certy with the archive of grime surp-ssing the new
but that saga is through
no sing-a-long, straight bars going hard so i lava the tune
better capture the wordplay
they’re [?] that i’m back like a [?]
[?] see straps at his birthday
i don’t wanna aim and attack but i’ll make a pagan collapse like a block of flats in a earthquake
south west london’s my birthplace where i first showed them the work rate
mcs get spun like turntables, no need for a survey
brudda’s still sin on a church day
test me, i’ll sky a man down if it’s wordplay
i hit a show, [?] for the chicks man gamble
others manhandle and strangle and that’s how they earn change
[?]
i could make hits for blur but i prefer to spit my preserved pain
in the studio gripping my phone tryna fix [?] verse that was sick on the first play

[chorus x2]
(man’s back like i never went no where)
back in the flesh (oh yeah)
if there’s a cheque (go there)
we keeping it fresh (cold air)
we leaving them stress (don’t care)
and we be the best (so rare)
(man’s back like i never went no where)

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