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Lirik Lagu No Prisoners feat. Marger, Lunar C, Mr Faiz & Maxsta - Labrinth

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Sound of the Odd Children
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Yeah, fall back, get steppingTime is always money so I'm counting every secondMargz, I'll soon buss and I ain't on about a weaponBut I roll with brothers that'll spin you like a Western
The best in road life, slow grind, cold nightsLunch time, home time, OT, no thanksNo left, so right, brothers think I'm messingPut something in your cranium like a lesson
Not a rapper but I got riddlesCame from the middle with a little pistol ready to crippleI take shots, I ain't on about a dunk or a dribbleI'm talking pound sterlings, these boys are on nickels
You're fickle, didn't wanna get yourself in a pickleThink a little, brap, I'll leave you stiff like a nipplePow pow, Lethal but I'm not on that BizzleI'm not fickle but I've left pals in hospitals
Lunar CI got ninety-nine bitches but a problem ain't oneI just cotch and blaze skunk, but I don't cultivate'Cause these coppers ain't dumb, I throw my seed out on the streetLike I got a gay son, I was a don at age one
You might not have thought that mother fuckers rap in YorkshireBut I ain't stopping and rapping rapping in another's mansons cornerYour biggest efforts are nothing, nope, and that's unfortunateOutclassed by a dirty knuckle dragging northerner
I go hard, I ain't celebrating 'til my resignationI'm the best with an eleven out of ten in ratingsCommiserations to whoever came in second placeAnd try to see this set back as a test of faith and dedication
If they're saying I won't blow up then they're hatingI'm a mental patient with a pack of matches at a petrol stationFuck that corny persona that you're emulatingI spit it real 'cause these dumb shits need educating
Hold up, hold up, these mother fuckers don't understand what we're talking about hereTeam UK is on the move, it's kamikaze mother fucker, we're taking no prisoners, bitchWe're taking no prisoners
Look, I had my foot in the doorI was close and they closed the entranceI'm about to kill 'em and I suppose that my flow's avengenceFuck school, I was never sober with no attendanceRebel 'til the day I'm alone, the roads on the road are dangerous
You're rapping 'bout all your clothes, your hoes and your co-defendantsYou should've had pinocchio's nose when you wrote that sentenceJust 'cause you see me rolling the coldest enginesStop calling me "couz" when you know we hold no resemblance
You're out of your depth, and you're far from a harbourI can smell your blood like a shark, like a starving piranha, I'm aTear you apart, I go hard and spit every bar der harderTo beef and spar with a Spartan start with some harder armour
'Cause I been plotting like the Osama Obama dramaAnd for your cheddar man'll get eaten like carbonaraBut remember there's always a darker part of karmaGet chopped up and bagged up like skunk from a marijuana farmer
As history repeats it's ever un-changing ways, the re-occurring epiphany disguises itself in todays contentment place. This is creative evolution. Yours truly, Timothy McKenzie.
Uh, yeahI tell my kids class is in sessionIn the school of hard knocks use my bars as a weaponI'm M.A.X. and never stress, I go hard for my bredrinsThey're heavily guarded like the House of Parliament entrance
They ain't getting past the kid, that's just part of the lessonI'm humble, never once started, so calm the aggressionPass the lemon, yeah I smoke, fuck it, bask in the essenceRay-Bans in the crowd ain't masking my presence
Check the latest though, that little boy thought he was coldHe got scorched by Maxsta, gave him a sun tan, I ain't even clothedI'm in like Joey Essex up in Essex with a Swedish hoI've been on the wave so long now I damn sure can't see the coast
In the lab, my girlfriend on them bed sheets, only weave the flowMy team's the most unbeatable, three soldiers like freezing coldBut I'm still alive, R.I.P. to youThat's the lesson over kids, from me to you