Lyrical Combat Letra

Better hit the bunker
Cocaine; nigga’s just a punter
Puncture, puncture
I just got a puncture
Got a little browning, everybody wants her
I just left a function, got a little drunker
Sippin’ on that Cognac, little bit of ganja
Jumpman, jumpman
Nizzy in the jumper
Got a pump action, listen when it thunder
Thumper, thumper, thumper
Knowing those plates ain’t legit on the bumper
Bumper, dumper
Slam dunk, I’m a dunker
Get your cheques in, get your little lump sum
You little prick or get your nigga lumped up
Younger, younger
Nigga was a younger
Always with a boarer, nigga was a lunger
Never had no paper, nigga was a sponger
Always on a madness, nigga was [?]
Sleeping, slumber
Got you nigga’s number
You little pricks, man’ll put you niggas under
Yeah I was a blick little nigga with a bumba
Drop man, sick man
Kick him like a kickstand
Come with that stick that’s kicking like IP Man
Hollowman, hitman
Holla man quick fam
Alla dem gyal warn Hollowman’s wristbands
Hollow got them sinking, Hollow got the quicksand
Let me feature, Hollow takes the piss fam
Take you nigga’s chocolates, lemme get your crisps fam
Bully in the playground kicking all the kids down
Niggas invested, nigga’s obsessed with
Licking’ this tech in niggas intestines
Niggas is destined, this is his destiny
Niggas get sniping, niggas get Wesley
Nigga so wet that nigga just wet me
Niggas all Nesquick, niggas is Nestlé
Niggas just pest man, niggas so pesty
Niggas get popped blood, [?] like Pepsi

Nigga I’m on that, physical contact
Contract’s official, judicial’s are on track
Long strap combat
Kick like [?]
Residuals on tact, you miserable wombat
Deliver the strong cat, gorillas are strong back
The spinners are compact, you niggas don’t want that
Your dinner is long ahk
Want dinners? I’m on track
Not ticking, I want cash
Listen it’s not that
I’m on business merging
Feds in prison and birded
Earners earning, flipping and turning
Got the neighbours twitching at curtain
It’s okay though, we’re still serving
I got the mash still ripping [?]
I got the [?] fit in that sterling
One slap, man’ll spin a man, whirlwind
Lab rats, living like vermin
Matte black whizzer that’s German
When I pat that kitty gets purring
And I stab my dick and I squirt in
I’m surfing, for certain
So many verses that they can’t verse with
Can’t get their head around it, can’t turban
[?] get cheddar out, start churning
My living is illegal
Ard Doe, I’m beginning on a sequel
Artist, only thing I’m missing is the easel
Niggas doing cartwheels dipping from the evil
Til the filth come sniffing with the Beagles
When they should be nicking all the paedo’s
Violate, and I’m visiting your peoples
Pop pop pop, and you niggas is the weasels
Man turn tables lifting up the needle
Man pop tarts, man’s sticky with the treacle
Man pop darts, man’s tripping in the Beetle
Man eat [?] like a nigga was a Hebrew
Staying in jungle, visiting [?]
With couple yard man, whipping on an eagle
You can go missing if you need to
Fishing in the sea too, ditch him in the deep blue

Manna got pills, and powder
Selling that chowder, man are like “Yowzas”
Grams in my trousers, left the house with about four ounces
In the twin power, by M Power
Air full of high octane and sour
Out here while it’s baking, baking bread out of flour
Way out of town in the sticks
Sick of these [?] sickening [?]
Niggas putting out the same shit
Yeah we sick of that psychopath pickled in courvois and yac
And the triggerman all part of the bigger plan
“Oh, what you saying? You just being the bigger man?”
“You just doing you? How’d you figure, fam?”
You fuckers insignificant, kicking like [?] this thing’s different
This take off’s magnificent, merking
You’re a little ting, different
This situation getting sticky, chatting to this bimbo she’s giving me a stiffy
It made the car smell iffy, and nah she never gets lippy
Sipping on spirits in spots in the city
£60 of diesel in this German beast
I’m swerving the police, I’m busy
Busy body, she’s preeing the seat, she
Felt the need to say she never heard of me
But then again for real she also said she didn’t know that cows came in burgundy
It’s all unfolding perfectly, this weed’s working going through my circuitry
Spent so long in purgatory I’m part of the furniture, it’s cool no urgency
I’m paralytic, permanently
My vision’s blurred but got this bird in Bermondsey
And she’s a certainty, I’m hurting certainly not inadvertently
I’ll leave her in emergency with broken vertebrae, is she gonna learn [?]
I ain’t prepared to sway, ain’t prepared for this it’s fair to say