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newham generals - prangman remix lyrics

[verse 1: d double e]
yo, it’s d double, i’m a newham gen to the end
and i’ve got more bars than the bl++dy west end
and i spit out my bar like a smith & wesson
budu+ how about hold this in your chest, then?
don’t want war? give it a rest then
still on? you better have a bulletproof vest, then
when you see me on the road, put me to the test, then
budu+ how much money do you wanna bеt, then?
yeah, i spit big bars
par with the big stars and big cars
carry hеavy leng that will leave big scars
shot pure peng, get rid of pure bars
e7’s where me and the mandem par
you wanna link up round the back like bra?
if you really wanna take the beef that far
yeah, we’re armed to the t++th, so i hope you man are
ready for the war
[verse 2: wiley]
yeah, mcs don’t like it when i do war
they wanna be famous, no more war
but i’m already famous so i do war
and plus i do a road tour promoting my war
if you don’t like war, don’t listen to the war
don’t get involved in the bumbaclart war
artists travel the road and keep quiet
when they come across me, they think that they’re raw
plus they say they don’t care about wiley
but everyday you’re hearing my name; you’re not forgetting me
not by a long shot, brother, i’m gone
still in your face and you can see what i’m on
i’m on a big scale, won’t fail, standing up strong
won’t see me in your estate for ages
i come around, stay for a little while, then i’m gone
touch your ends for two minutes, then i’m gone

[verse 3: footsie]
and it’s footsie again
stop, think twice, take a look+see again
you don’t wanna war wid footsie again
it’s bare hooks to your jaw from footsie again, yeah
and it’s footsie again
stop, think twice, take a look+see again
you don’t wanna war wid footsie again
it’s bare hooks to your jaw from footsie again
’cause blud, i’m from e7
shot bare tings inna e7
you don’t wanna get rude in e7
where man fi get moved in e7
you better mind how you move in e7
squeeze the ting, release seven
if you’re lucky, you might just go heaven
you need a weapon in e7
[verse 4: bruza]
yeah, i’m ready like steady, go
born ready from the get+go
so if i was you, i would let it go
’cause it’s the same old same old when you flow
change those lame flows when you hold
the microphone, i’m sorry if it hurts, but
it’s best you know
you’ll get burnt with them dead flows
not being rude but it’s the truth
saying you’re a good lyricist
is like saying h+ll is cold or
like saying yes is no
listen, i ain’t playing so you gotta go
i bruze, you lose, will make a mess of your bones
after i send you blows
you’ll wish you never met me

[chorus: footsie]
lyrically dan man, not a prang man
send for the ropes and then hang man
lyrically dan man, not a prang man
this is the remix
lyrically dan man, not a prang man
send for the ropes and then hang man
lyrically dan man, not a prang man
this is the remix
[verse 5: monkstar]
you wanna know what’s reality?
i’m raw, spit with brutality
and for me, that’s normality
leaving mcs constant fatality
it’s just my personality
to spit a bit of insanity, for humanity
so what’s your speciality?
’cause there’s no similarity
i mean, between you and me, you need charity
tangle with me and that’s straight unpopularity
what’s the matter with me? i’m p+ssed
p+ssed at the thought that any boy thinks he could challenge me
of all people
we’re in no way equal

[verse 6: spliffy ranger]
don’t know why these guys are fronting
must want the spliff man to start hunting
draw for the smith wesson, start pumping
see that these guys start jumping
in groups, i like hunting
nah, for groups, i like hunting
my name’s [?] rudeboy, i’m not fronting
let’s get back to hunting ‘cah
it’s that hunting guy
don’t make me what? start hunting guys
out of the whip i’m jumping guys
with the big right hook i’m pumping guys
i’m leaving guys with swollen eyes
when i take the leng, i’m taking lives
when i squeeze no less than five
rudeboy, you better duck and dive

[verse 7: nxus]
[?] see mi
give me di mic and let me ras’
get sk!lly, ain’t gonna pass it over
punk, you don’t wanna get roll over
cha, my men’ll box you over
lyrically turn you over
to a n+++a like me that’s standard procedure
bun a fassy, bun a bwoy like green leaf rizla
‘cah weh mi deh ’bout? [?] di undertaker
‘cah dem bwoy ah go dead, dem nah wake up
look pon your bredrin the way him shake up
and di next one, di way him cake up
bwoy, gard
you don’t wanna f+ck with this
n+++a, you don’t wanna try to diss, no way
put your ass in, sh+t, my n+++a, if you try to diss
’cause i’m a dog and i’ma k!ll all day

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