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wiley – end of the world freestyle lyrics

[intro]
c-ke addict
crack, rapist
chip said [?] (haha)
baby mum
bare man from bow (bentley, yeah)
sway
(slk)
the label’s swag crew (griminal)
(griminal’s sick though
shouldn’t have even said his name still)
you and logan are cool though
(man didn’t diss jamaica)
me and logan are alright
me and logan are cool but i’m not gonna hype on logan
if anyone’s-
(man’s got a p-ssport, i haven’t had a p-ssport for time rude boy)
i don’t touch [?]
and you see the bentley? that’s mine
but don’t get it twisted (ahaha, yo)
and you see what you’ve sniffed and sweated?
the sound effect’s-
(god forgive me if i cuss your mum)
(god forgive me if i cuss your mum)
(i don’t want karma because i’m a hood son
if you say my name for fun, i will rush your mum)

[verse 1]
i’m not a, crackhead that came back from the dead
i was here already
you were singing songs to the feds
and i’m clear already
i’m just doing this for the rep on the air already
you could do a million sets
million sets and million reps
i turn the tables on a million decks
you’re not a turner
go to h-ll for eternity, i’ll burn ya
dwayne is a learner
boss ain’t a cash money earner
trevor is p-ssed
because i am the one and only kid that sent him flying
this ain’t a [?] remix
i run the game like illumina or mayan
amber, pamper, kano, scorcher
all of that’s rubbish but keep on trying
even i know how to merk wiley these days
but you can’t if you keep on lying

[verse 2]
i done a lot in my life to feel prouder
but i didn’t like it, shotting your mum’s powder
your step dad’s p-ssed, you’re out shouting louder
he’s not walking your mum out for hours
careful, if ice kid sent for you
your career will end in three minutes of a shower
stand tall like canary wharf tower
kidnap a yout because of music, sour
run up in your house in the twenty fifth hour
you say you don’t t-tch jack sh-t
you was ringing up his phone by the twenty sixth hour
you just gave two black man sixty
i’m n-body’s pickney when i start to shower
you and dot rotten are scared of sunflowers
when i’m on the riddim, i’m stating embowers
you was a top don, now you lost your powers
duppy in your conscious, can’t sleep well
got your mum looking for crack, she can’t eat well
trevor kissing your neck, you can’t be h-ll
and to you, i am h-ll on earth
weekend’s h-ll and i am the sea weren’t me
that was all their fault
i ain’t gotta care for
i leave your house all tearful
little sister [?] have an earful
i’m on the top, you ain’t near, fool

[verse 3]
pr-ck said he can test but i ain’t having none of it
my friends, they doubt me but i show them i will flip
the war in my favour and i bury any cliques
still rapping and trying but you will never get
where i am in the game because you’re a coward, you will trip
my roads are icy, you ain’t ready, you will slip
forget if you like me, brother, i ain’t gonna quit
i step in the war and i’m equipped
your mum hates you, brother
all because of you, the woman lost her lover
now it’s all back to son, with mother
you without brother
it’s all because of one dubplate
you’re raising with the rubbers
what you should’ve done
to take life in the war, it’s not a silly one
that’s why i’m taking your life on an itchy one
in the war it’s a sticky one
tell ’em you won’t take the mickey, i’m a tricky one
afro-picky one
call me a pedo, that’s all lies
but you’re a rapist gr-ss on a snitchy one
you’re a rapist, rapist
i’m on the way to a million
logan’s mum would never mortgage a house on wiley, you idiot
twenty grand dividends, i write you off
no .22 9 mili guns, no mac
i spray you with chilly ones

[verse 4]
my next birthday, i’m 30
real one, not an idiot thirty
i make you be quiet for thirty
and my favourite new number is thirty, thirty
i’m durrty and now you’re goodz, you can’t merk me
i run up on a soundboy early, then i’m burly
if you think you’re spitting it quicker than me
i’m ready for ya and i got the semi for ya
nothing’s gonna burn me, now tell me
how you gonna curb me? been a black liar from early
when i’m on a battlefield swinging
none of them can’t turf me, i’m earthly
roast a man like a turkey
the flow’s getting perky
ultrasound sounds quirky
i’m worth more money than a stock in turkey
[?] to worsley, clapton to [?]
i’m the king around here

[verse 5]
try merk me, you can’t
try merk me, i’m dark
don’t work with duppy but i work with the dark
why work in a day, when you can merk in a dub?
you ain’t got it in you, search in your heart
but hang up the mic
you know why duppy don’t lie
it’s gonna end this war tonight
because i work with the dark
try merk me, you can’t, spirits
i work with the dark spirits

[outro]
p.s. t-tch said go suck your self, p-ssy

- wiley lyrics

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