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trim - the lowdown lyrics

[intro]
yo, listen
alright it’s trim, trim
had few wars, wars (i can’t lie, can’t lie)
and i’m on them innit (yeah)
don’t care, i writ bars on bars, no-one heard them
so i thought i’d just, express myself, lay it out (out)
let it get me ’cause
i’m trim innit, you need to hear these things ’cause a lot of things happened (happened)
alright it started with the lowdown
yo, yo

[verse 1]
let me tell you the lowdown
trim’ll storm the showdown
well it’s over now
they’re a soldier dan
let me slow it down
i went jail and i stood my ground
you get bail ’cause you use your mouth
kerry smells but you licked her out
your face got fixed for that
big meaty scabs
that’s what you get for eating slags
in raves, they go mad for you
you get paid and i’m glad for you
but drinking p-ss is bad for you
it’s not trim no more, it’s dad to you
what do i have to do to get it through to you?
fake is my view of you
that’s why i’m slewing you
it’s trim, p-ssing through

[verse 2]
ok shaun lewis, this is how were gonna do it
you flow like a ford buick
mum’s jewish, you wish
island man with pr-cks
not forgetting where sibbies from or where he p-ssed
island’s where your half sister lives not far from trim’s trip
island’s not where i live but you can catch me in the bits
i’m always in the bits
and abbey lane’s where you mums is
just keep saying my name, we’ll get your mumzy
chief shaun lewis, just a pr-ck in the biz
shaun lewis each clip for cl-tch
shaun lewis, where you going with this?
you’re not a lyricist
you’re not flowing
i’ll show him i’m a bigger fish
i’m a big bad dub and you’re a mini disk
that’s broken and finished with

[verse 3]
name’s storm
but we’ll call him scabs
in school he wanked over p-rno mags
and was forced to jack an old lady’s bag
storm is shaun and shaun is scabs
karlene’s a slag who goes out with scabs
scabs thinks he’s bad ’cause of the slags he’s had
scabs ate a slag with crabs
that’s why scabs got big scabs on his face
and his face is f-cked
bun’s been glocked
and he dressed up, nah that’s not thug
gr-ss man up, sibbie p-ssed on his clothes and stuff
he’s never been road you mug
you’ve ate loads of m-ff
flow’s not rough
so not rough but life has been
i can see why you can think you’re thug
but you’re a has-been
trim’s not a faking thug but i have been
someone pour you up we’ll keep clashin’
i need to get my ratings, up so who’s mashing?
try to get trim
you must have been ping
but you’re anything
you’re my answer for everything
you won’t win ,not a chance
you’re anything
move your skin, kick your -ss
break everything
here to win, never last to be threatening

[bridge]
alright, and then cell 22
come out of the green (green)
dunno where he was going with it
i didn’t write no lyrics, i had lyrics, got lyrics
always, everyday lyrics
so, listen (okay)

[verse 4]
i put cell through lyrical h-ll, don’t make his head swell
so much breath we’re used to the smell
mans eat -ss, they bite their thumbnail
but some try bread but fail
just too stale
cut your throat make your face go pale
send mumzy death threat mail
oh well, she’s next on the scale
and if i go jail
my boys won’t fail to bust your tail
your crew as well
whether male or female
it’s the end of the rail
oi blud, better bail
peep at the last time that you inhale
a quick light, a couple sh-lls fell
you won’t live to tell no tale
’cause cell, it’s the end of the rail

[bridge 2]
then out of the green
sniper tried to clash scratch
and i couldn’t have that
no way (ah, i just had to light him up…)
trim, scratch, trim, scratch, roll deep
yo

[verse 5]
name’s sniper but we’ll call him chitch
his flow’s shit, some big nosed pr-ck in the biz
snipers chitch and chitch is bomani honestly
bomani’s got a brother called barasi
they live in barley malt
english but spitting with a yardie flow
he’s good to go, got a ring in the nose
always linking with bro’s
always nicking his clothes
scenario goes; scratch is my bro, stop chatting his flow
i catch holes in your tank top
you’re a wank wap, f-ck off
or get chucked off bare in better hair trim
then i will bomb squad, tear skin
and rip out your eyebrow ring
you see me
you see me king

[bridge 3]
and then ace come met me at radio (rinse 1 double-0 3)
with red rum and that
and sniper
then he tried to go on like he was in control
like of what’s going on here
so, he said he’s gonna send someone for me
i said “alright, do what you’re doing innit
f-ck it do what you’re doing
i’ll do what i’m doing” (alright, alright, cool)
so i went home, thought about it
had a long think and then i thought
ace is trying it (nah, what?)
alright, alright (nah, nah, nah)

[verse 6]
yeah, let me change the pace
f-ck sniper e, i’ll merk major ace
the name’s a waste
someone save his face he looks like flavor flav
who’s major ace wade in?
i’ll cave his face with a lucozade drink
said major ace, so let’s see if he says trim
and on the other night, ace got a beatin’
sponge and aj beat him
when i heard this, i was creasin’
ace is a sweet thing
i heard man was sayin’ “‘low it leave him”
trust me they’re cowards breathin’
flows they try thievin’ lyrics with no meaning
like, “ya ya ya”, i’m so not feeling
but at raves its a wheelin’
to some its appealin’
ace is old school so i should leave him
but bushkin beat him
when slk come on the set, he was hide and seekin’
his girl’s a sket though, mine roll deep in
it’s either open relationship or she’s cheatin’
she’s cheating, he’s eating and they’re happy
ace is about as f-ck that as a nappy
you’ll get kicked out of his trackie
fed rock acky
i know his friends call him gappy
we call his friends f-ssy’s
and his skin disorder causes patches
that’s why his face looks tacky
leanda and tiffany were close friends
ace wifey’d both of them
they’re alright but i wouldn’t get close to them
leanda got close to my friend
she was in the ends on weekends
rolling deep with deep men
and ace needs a skeng
he got beat up by bushkin in napa
got took for a slapper
and had to sekkle his jaw
with the pebbles on the floor
he’s not ready for war
don’t think that he’s raw
i don’t think that he’s raw
we don’t think that he’s raw
so, why does he think that he’s raw?
why does he think that he’s raw?
cos he says “ya ya ya” but na na na
don’t understand fully
this is my playground and i play the bully
i creep up in the hoodie
leaves holes in your woolly and your girls nunny
test trim, how could he?
you’ll crumble like cookie
wanna bet? we’ll take it to the bookie

[outro]
its javan, trimvan, taliban, talli, trim
trim-thug, trimothy, trimson, trimal, trimbal, trim’s cool
don’t try it chris street’s my bits
so don’t care if you like it, fight it
write it down take a picture
there’s no fixture, winner stays on

- trim lyrics

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