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kurty g and dazza b - grammatical pleasure lyrics

chorus:
kurty g, dazza b
kurty g, dazza b
let’s go!

1st verse:
lyrically i’m despicably a mr t, not physically
the girl’s stick to me like sanitaries to their privacies
i’m young like jeezy, easy like peasy
i’m not exactly b-tter but you can’t really ease me
‘cos i’m greasy, i’m sleezy, not cheesy
im a tv, switch me and i’ll drapes you like tempa t
easily, some would call this a felony, so surrender to me and you’ll be safe from the busted knee’s

2nd verse:
i’m so fly british airways want me
i’m so fly that i make the birds jealous
think you can take on me and kurty?
skeen, you must be crazy fella’s
i leave my mark like lyrical graffiti
savage bar’s going in bare beastly
living my life like a non stop party
leaving man in mud all brown like charlie
sleeping with the fishes while i’m clapping up shark’s
you’re like a dog, no strength just barks
i’ll make you sit down like rosa parks
or jump out your seat and run away bare fast

(chorus)

3rd verse:
top mc’s straight out of london
our ends to you will be like a dungeon
top guys around but don’t be frightened, if you don’t talk smack you’ll be enlightened
enlightened, by our hectic ways, tryna’ get our ends, a little bit of faim
big daddy bars that won’t be the same, we’re going to the top, you’re not it’s a shame

4th verse:
i’m a lyrical professor not your average fella
i’m breaking down your doors and i’m here to cause terror
i’m a south east londoner, they call me the guv-en-or
no political ‘cos i ain’t an -n-l plumber
a derogative abuser, lyrical amuser, step to me again and i’ll clean you up like hoover
i’m a bomber, no middle east, just hiroshima
leave you on the floor, and they’ll call me the litterer
so consider, i’ll cook you up like sizzler, no sausage, just twizzler

5th verse:
yeah we’re repping london, yeah the south east
they call me dazza, the lyrical beast, yamming up bredders, a lyrical feast
putting your name before deceased

6th verse:
so don’t look east, don’t look west, close the curtains and check under the beds
‘cos i’m a pest and i’ll make you wish you were dead, i’m putting guys to sleep and i don’t mean bed

(chorus)

- kurty g and dazza b lyrics

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