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harry shotta - bass n bars - jdz media كلمات الأغنية

back in the game, stop using my name
in vain say anyone’s better than me – insane!
yo, pull up a track real quick
let me show pr-cks i reign on this mix, get out on my lane
move b-tch, get out the way!
it’s ludicrous
they can’t spray like i spray, my way, on the highway
stop talking sideways
side man you’re offside
switch beats easily, microphone champion
since scott la rock was in bdp, rahh!
too much for ya
over you head, now let me go for ya
sh-t stained, sh-t rep is stuck to ya
good luck to ya
k!ll ’em on a rhythm and i k!ll ’em on the track
get a combo, k!ll a man twice with a combat
i’ve sign contracts you ain’t never seen
you made music, no one got in contact
i just did it
cold with it, flow acidic
limitless i got no limits
argument done with a mixtape finished (wha?)
man i wet him up, he ain’t getting up
you jdz, it’s time that we set ’em up
wait that was a bit like evil, in a way i’m bit like evil
sept i’m a grooner [?] spurs
they’re both my people
hold on switches, no glitch in the mix
wickedest words, we takin’ the mick n this
like some bigamist
taking his wife to the cinema, buyin’ her pick n mix
l!cking his lips but at the same time
he was d-ckin’ it
on his side wife he – bought her fish n chips
tongue to the face he knows she’s ticklish, mad ting!
my mind is warped i know
i’m so b triple o
that’s bang out of order, get to know bro
i’m f-cked in the head from day dot
and you know i’m hard as k-dot
so allow macklemore, he’s about as hip-hop as baywatch
liberties’
bury anyone, these disrespecting pagans part two
sick of these rappers all thinking of the dappers
when they’re bout as real as a cartoon
robots on the mic like c-3po
your boy can’t sing but he thinks he’s ne-yo
have a word, your bird’s on my case
moving away with speed like theo
dem man there, dead upon arrival
took a shot to my eyeball
man said shotts you’re taking the michael
i’m psycho with a messed up cycle
homicidal, miss my idol, big pound big with the bars i’m vital
and i’m not doing this for awards or t-tles
yo hold on what, let me give them a beatin’
what man thought i wasn’t competin’
your flows alright but it needs some tweaking
break through, stop stickin’ your beak in
peepin tom i caught – the pr-ck peakin’
punched that f-g – into next weekend
speaking outta turn about me?
jumped in the whip, through some meeking
man wanna bring out the animal good
canada cannibal up in the hood
flammable character you understood if you p-ssing me off
i’ll have to put all you man, in your place
too many man in the game
man i better wash, waste!
whack mc’s i will erase
man is offended, look at his face
level to diss and you’re takin’ the p-ss
if you’re think me n you are the same, it’s a myth
it’s not even a diss, i’m just keepin’ it 100 out here
i’m socially mega and swiss
p-ssin’ the win if you wishin i slip
never slip far off, i keep on this sh-t
rough clutch, roll up a spliff
bredrin’ watch me load up the clip
people still taking it in my first bars allow it!
fam you won’t for the whip
sick when i rap & sick when i spit
so stick beatles stick in row whip
these bars here
triple x hardcore
ain’t gonna as hard as this on dnb before
lyrical sirosis of the limericks
explosive content what i deliver
too many man wanna touch my fist then, disrespect on twitter
think i really care, everyday my fanbase gets bigger
speak of the dump i drop the new sp-ce
drop man heard that, turn y’all bitter
what you tryna do, already done it
what you wanna do, already did it
my catalogue 2014 came in a rhythm and a harder lyrics
them [?] ain’t as hard as me
i’m legendary like carnaby street
what i wanna be – harmony
pharmacist with no pharmacy
back in the goods i’m shottin’ ’em
on the black market whip neck no sh-t
talking about make mixtapes and bars
i got a lot of ’em
when i came in the game with a kay gee mix
-rs-nal to the tottenham
god knows how many mixtapes down the line
i’m still dropping ’em
forget one at year, i’ll drop five
or six to show, that you’re not live
you’re not top three, top five
you don’t get booked with hot guys
i was in the kitchen, doing hot knives
turn it counter clockwise
now get into the bus
ain’t back from the grind
tryna go against me, that’s not wise!

- harry shotta

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