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mic reckless - 2 young 2 die lyrics

[chorus]
oh my god, there’s a opp, roll down the window in the ride
ride with the window down and let the ting go out the side
blow blow blow the smoke, blow the indo out the sky
let that sh-t go to your mind, now you insult me you die
i don’t like, i don’t lie, i don’t lie, i don’t li-i-ie
i don’t lie, i don’t lie, i don’t lie, i don’t li-i-ie

[verse 1]
don’t fall into misery, call it a mystery
balling with all of my mandem in symmetry
balling for all of my mandem in cemeteries
balling for all of you man till infinity
finna be grabbing a bag of the piff
and the hammer then camp in the back of your whip
and then wait till you’re back and attack with it
am i actually rapping or having a fit?
i think rap is a gift so i’ll rap till i’m dead
whether i’m rapping or wrapping up spliffs
she ratchet, we sh-g and i wrap up the d-ck
ain’t catching a rash, i’m a rationalist
i got wraps on my wrist
in case i bump into a rapper i dissed
i understand why these rappers are p-ssed
i finally have it, you’re actually pr-cks
you’re a d-ck
you are not rappers, you dabble in it
there is no p-ssion, i’m rapping to live
if i was that sh-t, i would happily quit
splitting the racket, yeah big up to wiz
big up to lunar c, big up to izz
big up to lesh, big up to jay
and even though your mate’s a pr-ck
big up to dave
big up the kings, big up the queens
big up my k!llers, k!ll a paedo mp
i’m a g, you’re a g.i.m.p
make tea, i got t.i.m.e
she a freak, that’s a t.i.n.g
thats a mess ting p.i.n.g
m&s ting d.i.n.e
you ain’t a p.i.m.p
do some r.e.a.d.i.n.g

[verse 2]
i don’t roll with no pagans
see them boy on the pavement
how they like to carry blades but
have they ever been tasered
i like to fight with my fists
i like to punch up pr-cks
blame the manor that i’m raised in
i love banging up a racist
grew up in kent and that
on the uk’s -rs- end and that
man move like clark kent and that
spin spideyman off the web and that
cause i grew up in kent and that
grew up with snouts and blem and that
five mans chipping in a 10s and that
ten man sitting on the bench and that
and you seen these man
wanna talk about seen
but none of these man wanna see me back
don’t wanna see you trend and that
i remember back then and that
when and that, you couldn’t rap with a accent and that
then we’d just laugh like send them back
now we got mans like trems and that
nah man i shouldn’t like eggs and that
nah man i see you bare begs and that
better hang it up like pegs and that
man went gym, got hench and that
man went gym, got hard and that
you can bench press 10 cars and that
you can make a hit, be a star
you can chart, you can rap
but you can’t, cause you ain’t got the heart
and your bars are whack

- mic reckless lyrics

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