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ears - lights out lyrics

oi, lend me your ears for a second, yeah? (lend me your ears)
cos what happened was, (what happened was)
this guy lightnin (this guy, lightnin) he phoned me
and he was, oh earz man, yeah (yeah yeah) i think you’re good, let’s clash you later
ahh cool let’s go (let’s go)
hold tight my dj; exit

lies, my performance, i’m hype
he and i, how he wants to clash now
so you’re ’bout to hear that now
lies, my performance, i’m hype
about how he wants to clash now
he’s about to get smack down

some eediot black boy fresh of the boat
always shouting, res’ up yuh throat
true say yuh breath stinks like fufu
i don’t wanna hear no bars that you wrote
well i mean writ’, anyway; shut yuh mouf
true say you’re shit and you better; shut yuh mouf
he’s just on a hype ting, on a mic ting
if he calls my name, i’ll be like, what? i’m out
what’s this battyboy sounding about
always spitting from the side of your mouth
looks like you’re trying to lips man down
from the side of your mouth, what, sliding it out
anywhere, where was i; shut yuh mouf
anywhere, where was i; shut yuh mouf
i will just box man it’s standard
i swear i seen him on an oxfam advert, like
two pound a month, eh
two pound a month, eh
i need food for eating everyday
i need clothes to give my family
two pound a month, eh
two pound a month, eh
i need food for eating everyday
i need clothes to give my family
anyways, back to the plan, back to the programme
you’re a black man i’m one too
but you’re taking the piss lightnin
if you look at him hard enough – he looks blue
he looks like an ape that escaped from the zoo
throw him a banana watch him chew
just one eediot boy from the bits
who do you think you’re trying to slew
man will run up in the yard with the tingy ting ting
you’ll be like god man, what is he thinking
i’ll be like, nahh, gimme the bling bling
i want the chaps and the chains for the chingy ching ching
salute me now i’m the king of this ring
man’ll get knocked out in a fisting
i just wanna floss out like a miss king
with the yats giving brain bigger than a big ting
see me on road with the pickiest jim
tryna move o’s of the sickiest ting
my mix cd is the wickedest ting, since
boy in da corner, you should listen
i wanna rise to the tip of this ting
wanna see pies like mr kipling
you know who it is, it’s the skinny kid slim
who said not by the hairs on my chinny chin chin
i can’t get over this side of your mouth styley
always from the side of your mouth
you look like an ugly chimpanzee when i’m ‘ere
that’s why you wanna hide in your house
yeah, go home
you’re not big in the game, so just go home
you’re a kid in the game, so just go home
and when you spit in the raves, you get no hope
forget practice blue, you’re sleep
african palm
shut yuh mouth about african palm
i don’t wanna hear none of that my yout’
you will just get a caribbean boot
coof, coof, caribbean coof
you will just get a caribbean coof
you wasteman, don’t ever diss me again
you’re a sel-sshole, get the hell out
you’re on a wreck, your sk!lls are get ten out
ten outta here, make the girls shell out
know we don’t talk no more we just sell out
she wanna be stiff like gel out
a tub, you’re no threat
i’m doing well out, here, i ain’t dem out
swagger mcs lets hope i do well out
concert sell outs, crammed to the back
gotta help them out they’re fam to the max
i’ll be hotting up bare mcs i hot ’em up
till they get a tan to the black
like lightnin, run to the back
gotta help them out they’re family man
what, on lord of the decks i’m whispering
but could you hear me now are you listening
pussy
b-tch
(laughs)

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