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Coin jackers, the phone hackers The world is ours You choppin' heads with a dirty machete This world is ours [?] for the sinners [?] I'm comin' out the L with fire for the winners And covered in scar [?] maze, operate when we don't see cash Amid the guns of Brixton clash Amid the guns of Brixton clash [?] with money from grime The crystal in the maze still shines all night No life in the city, oh boy Smoked out the gallery, [?] Jungle is a place where I don't watch Vines Fuck the grand, no, I can't catch a flight Dead ash, it's Lord Of The Flies Cryin' to the axe like spearchucker lies Got a mouth full of ash and a bed full of white It must be the fluid in your eyes From Urban Decay [?] From Dazed Magazine and chemical eyes Put the devil on my knuckles, now you're blind So call me your majesty I'm the monarch of a new state Letras de canciones We were what you are and what we are you'll be I'm a done man and you're cryin' for the zombies Run, run, run from me Run, run, run for the hills left We were what you are and what we are you'll be I'm a done man and you're runnin' from the zombies Run, run, run from me Run, run, run for the hills left Who the man throw the money in the bank I'm not the one you can't understand No face, no games In and out without a fuckin' trace Regulate, it's [?] On my hinds, it's [?] Too late, the jackal's gettin' payed So I'm snappin' legs off one blooded bait Don't play, don't play, don't play with me Don't play, don't play, don't play with me We were what you are and what we are you'll be I'm a done man and you're cryin' for the zombies Run, run, run from me Run, run, run for the hills left We were what you are and what we are you'll be I'm a done man and you're runnin' from the zombies Run, run, run from me Run, run, run for the hills left From Letras Mania