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Ten Toes Down
03:32
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Mind reader, no money lender,
Telepathic thought sender, no retreat no surrender,
Slow to anger the temper,
3rd eye point of view, check the Chakra
Dubbledge hard on beat - no Viagra
Ten toes down, two thumbs up, one mouth open, your mouth shut
State your claim, give a f***
Simple talk don’t move me, knowledge only thing that soothes me
Anything less is diarrhea bless, shit goes through me
Hollywood to Bollywood, life’s a movie
Actors and actresses, sex lies and mattresses stained by the passengers
I’m on point like cactus's and I get straight to the point when its time to start smashing shit
Ten toes down, two thumbs up, one mouth open, your mouth shut
State your claim, give a f***
I ain’t listening no more
Got the mind state of the poor and hungry, look you monkey
Life’s roads far from smooth, its razor bumpy
And moneys a bitch, and she don’t love me
Some say life a bitch, yer well…
Life’s a bitch then you marry one
There’s too many reptilians in Babylon
And I don’t like the way snakes carry on
See I feel like a slave and I’m searching for freedom
Work every day I’m only free in the evening
No wonder musically I’m underachieving
I should give this everything, but everything the system got me trapped in got me treating the rap ting, like anything
Still something out of nothing makes sense
All it takes is one hit and the paydays immense
Some will go to any lengths for the money, and the fame, and the chain
And to tell the truth I might do the same, nah mean
Take my top off for the camera
Get a couple tattoo, act like a gangster
Hand in the air make the sign of the wanker
If you can’t be yourself then stop!
See I ain’t trying to be something that I’m not
Fake frauds get pop
I’m the gyal dem sugar, I don’t ride no cock
I don’t play no role
James Browns back again – I got soul
Ten toes down, two thumbs up, one mouth open, nuff mouth shut
State your claim, give a f***
It ain’t over baby, ya mad, sick, crazy
See the riddim Chemo gave me
I sit on top of this shit like skin on gravy
And hang this like Mussolini
Get your girls wet and creamy
I don’t need sloppy seconds you can keep your beany
Got a Queen, she knows how to treat me
Rub that lamp she grants my wishes like a bloody genie
And it don’t take much to please me
Just sex me, feed me, sex me, feed me, sex me, sleep
Wake up, blow job, eat
Real good in the flesh, but I’m bad on beat
I don’t walk, man I gully creep
Technique murk a neek with one eye open sleep
Merovingian bloodline deep
That’s the Yeshua speech
Dubbledge over Chemo beats, that’s
Ten toes down, two thumbs up, one mouth open, nuff mouth shut
State your claim, give a f***
I give a
Ten toes down, two thumbs up, one mouth open, nuff mouth shut
State your claim, give a f***
A flying f***, a living f***, a dying f***
I give a f***
That’s a whole heap of f***
You fassy f***, you p***y f***, you stinking …
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Super Gangsta
03:53
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Ok… I get it,
You ready to dead and bury each and everybody, body to cemetery
and bury like Joe Pesci
Goodfella mafioso. Oh yer you Super Gangsta
Open enemy belly, leave em bleeding tagliatelle, Dolmio spaghetti
And if he Yardi, Yardi, he bleeding Reggae, Reggae
Sauce and the curried mutton, salt fish and fried dumpling
Then you go back to the manor feet up and music bumping, fronting like you Super Gangster.
[Chorus]
That’s when you, killa killa gorilla gorilla for skrilla
Thinking you a Super Gangsta
That’s when you, body ba-body any and anybody
You a dirty old Super Gangsta
That’s when you, killa killa gorilla gorilla for skrilla
Thinking you a Super Gangsta
Coz you thinking like a su…su…su…su…su soop
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Yer, you see these gassed youts shouting,
They faith in moving crack, faith should be moving mountains
They get that bullet banging,
Coloured bandana hanging
Then ganging together clever enough to body whoever
Then claiming they champagning
Raining that money weather
Whatever, only good thing about gangs they stick together
You better, turn that unity to something better
We need a leader that can channel everybody’s anger
Like Huey black panther
He kept it Super Gangsta
Got nothing to fight for, you Super Wanka
Fighting eachother listen my brother you experiments
It started in America the residents of projects where a project
They concentrated poverty
Keep the poor people of the rich people property
When they saw that unity
They sent in the coke and the crack and the CIA organized all of that
Coz the government are Super Gangsta
[Chorus]
I say a prayer for the devils
These fallen angels that taught us to work the metals into bullets for the burners
More money more murder, but you knew that already
Hold tight my lions dem that roam the Serengeti
If the revolution coming then I’m ready and I’m dying for the cause coz I’m heavy
Warring for the peace
Back in the gym until I’m flexible enough to kick a giant in his teeth!
For the cause I’m a Super Gangsta.
[Chorus]
Yerrrr now just clap
Money is the root of all evil fact!
Nahhhh in fact, people are the root of evil… Clap
Just clap, hate the way that Caesar be taking the tax
Pay a little charity, pay that Zakat
Give a little, get a little, Laws of Attract-tion
And if you don’t know…. Then your dumbo!
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3. |
Itchy Itchy
04:03
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4. |
Tear Dem Apart
03:13
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5. |
Taking Libs feat Kyza
04:08
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6. |
Chess
04:15
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8. |
Lend a N____ a Pencil
02:57
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9. |
Awkward
03:09
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10. |
Your Mum
03:18
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Dubbledge London, UK
Our whole universe is conscious and consists of various vibrations
Everything and everybody vibrates with
a certain frequency
Every vibration has its sound
Ancient Mystics said "all is vibration"
Ancient Religion said "In the beginning was the word."
Modern Science says creation was a "big bang"
and I say a sexy fat girl on heat is a big bang...lol
Anyway Creation started with sound! Enjoy mine.
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