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CHORUS
When I do it do it well
When I see em give em hell
I'm gonna pop another opp
And then hop in the CSL
I'm Gonna pop an infidel
Slay the opp block personnel
Gonna empty that clip and
Make em hop like a gazelle x 2




Na they've never ever even seen a prison cell
But they tried to fuck with what we sell, Tried to steal my clientele,
Well I ain't having that
I'll go to where the little bitches gathered at
I'll knock a waste man clean out in his habitat...
...I'm the wrong fucking guy you jibber jabbered at
Bitch boy are you high? Yeah you're lucky this time that you don't catch a rat-a-tat-a-tat to the melon, now scurry little rat!

If a man short change me
Get banged out from short range G
I'm at the top not a short reign see
You get ripped like a torn page
With no court case and even if you think I fucking talk strange...
You can never ever stop my fucking flow like floor drains
I'm the motherfucking expert at the war games
Macchiovelli ain't got shit on me
I got a war brain
Thought your life was good then it all changed

Gonna chase you down have you swerving in and out of of them four lanes
Many moons ago that for you my support waned
Fear in the blood that is running through your veins
I'll catch you up, wipe you out like a storm rage
My s4 got enough power to pull four trains... 
...Catch you out like a chord change
If I can't catch you up I got a broad range of weapons like a motherfucking Wal-Mart store chain.

CHORUS
When I do it do it well
When I see em give em hell
I'm gonna pop another opp
And then hop in the CSL
Im Gonna pop an infidel
Slay the opp block personnel
Gonna empty that clip and
Make em hop like a gazelle x 2




You can't test me let's meet man if you wanna bring your whole gang
Just don't hold back
Every step that you take you'll be closer to death just like an old hag
You're gonna end up with no mum and no dad
And i'll Blow up your whip and I'll burn down your home 
In the air that firesmoke hangs
+ I'll wap out the machetes and the E10 petty gonna fucking make sure that I pour the whole can
Oh hey Look Holmes your home...your home is now glowing red
I might be twelve stone soaking wet
But I banged you out I ain't broke a sweat
You went flying high like a Boeing jet
A-Across the Atlantic going west, i'm a growing threat
And my life is like a heroic quest
Welsh guy on the mic, no Covid yet







Do it well (Lyrics in description)

Scurry Little Rat

Hard & mysterious vibes, gives you the chills but that's the intention.

Kickin' Back

Swift Hands (Prod. by Doof)

Written, produced and performed by myself.

Flames in the Booth

Filthy UK drill track

See I'm a goat I'm the latest greatest
So do not approach I'm a blatant sadist
The game I re-wrote all the pages I say this
Boy I get promoted and get paid those wages

Get grabbed by the throat if the haters enraging
Get ran off the road in a range with maxed out gauges
If you're in your home then I'll kick down the door like a bailiff
So you know what pain is

No face no cases
You don't need to know
It's on a need to know basis
I am unknown like them UFO cases
I am home-grown on my throne 
On my jack Jones homes 

I don't look back like oasis...
hell na fuck that my boy, just pull up your laces or i'm pullin' them tings at your faces
Pullin them strings like a bassist


Your friend ran off and dialled 999
Because I cut off a man's vital signs
Not my fault got a primal mind
Do it in the dark night rider Michael Knight
 
I don't need knives you get boxed in the eyes
Outfoxed clocked rocked no shock or surprise 
Try take a shot I will block every time
Boy its your demise yeah you're bang out of line

+ I don't take shit from anyone
Always I'm first I already won
Opposite of humanitarian
I am Machavellian so steady on
You don't want beef vegetarian
W-Words flow like evian
And I got twenty one
Seconds to flow
You twenty one seconds go get fucked
Big arms carry heavy guns
I'm a scary one wear that Fred Perry son

Sip Dom perignon
I'm a barbarian
Totalitarian
& I bun that herb like a
Rastafarian
Opposite of Aryan
Fed-fed's come looking I'm already gone (AY)

I'm at the peak of my game you'll be speaking my name you'll be feeding my fame, you're a freak it's a shame, you got beak on the brain, have your girlfriend so wet she be leaking for days (AY)


GOAT

Blackout

Fuck the UN

My tracks speak for themselves, I love aggressive, bassy trap beats and hip/hop rap beats, have a passion for songwriting 

I Produce, write, record, mix these tracks by myself, contact me through FB or email if you would like to feature on my music, or collaborate. I will be willing to write tracks for people too.


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Ryandabrahams@hotmail.com

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