Daily Duppy - GRM Daily

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Man get this work out and push weight
I got a 6 pack
My abs ain't in good shape
I kick down the ? til my foot aches
You ain't a bad boy, you got mutt traits
Talk crud but I doubt their on it
I got a blade looking like I killed a thousand prophets
I ain't an alcoholic, I'm still out here shotting
They talk nuff
They ain't got an ounce of knowledge
And the ? ? ? if you bound to stop it
And my bros on the wing just downing porridge
I ain't the best? you ain't sounding honest
Your favourite MC, i'll send him to the ground with coffin
Said the next time, don't go round with gossip
They're like, Izzie where you been?
I been chilling in mountain pockets
Playing with fire
Paying Dhalsim homage
Talk trap but they're pushing the copy drawers
I be jugging with juggernauts
Plus dealing with troubled thoughts
Got a gut feeling you can't stomach war
Tell the fam bring the hammer
And my brothers 4
Trust me I will bang for my brothers cause
Click clack
Cuz just got it sourced
And I chop that shit with a tomahawk

Council housing
Stuck in fuckery
Bluds on skunk-weed
Scales and ounces
Ran through junkies
Mans got flavours
Mango chutney
Flames on Dhalsim
Mountain shaolin
Man can't touch me
Sword in both hands
Hands all rusty
Life's in gods hands
Man can't judge me
Work with nature
Trees make paper
Thousand pounds in
Out in country
Who you doubting?
You're sounding dusty
Touch down comfy
Can't one up me
Got that loud in
Mans like buss me
Man don't bug me
Phones just bugging
Got me worried
Why you shouting
If shit gets ugly
Can't through towels in
I won't allow him
Get turned duppy

I had to keep them feds away
And them fiends close
Been a long time since I've been home
Ahhh man I need clean clothes
Tell my little bro stay of these roads
I always give him the cheat codes
So he can see through the street smoke
Fuck these MC's and their cheap flows
I'm one of the best of em
In fact put me in the next column
I'm hearing all these lyrics
Now I'm just less bothered
Them boy there sound dead common
We got bricks and we stepped on em
And I heard that your mums broke
And you're out here flexing red bottoms?

Tell a boy don't play boss
Sticks that we hold ain't props
I could turn a cold day hot
Gimme one room that's a homemade box
Looking like the amazon the grows ain't chopped
This flow ain't off
So I know they watch
This one of mine
Them cocaine rocks
Get your whole brain washed
Your gonna hope it stops
You can go taste god

I don't think sipping that brandy's wise
You're gonna hand me life
When I move like the anti-Christ
You've had three strikes
If hes got a sweet tooth
Then I've got a candy line
You've got catchy lines
Fuck you and your family ties
I'll make your wifey's panties slide
When I please her shes gonna have to thank me twice
See I ride with a vengeance
Trust man will die for my friendship
You think I'm riding with specialists
What you see can't fly from extensions
Take you outside with your henchmen
Make man dive through the exit
I'm on the rise I'm ascending
Ain't got time for descending
If its that time
I'll leave his pineapple dented
Into the sky I'm a send him
School man when I'm in attendance
Can't chat to me like I'm an apprentice
Reside with the best in
Planet X ting with the nephilim
You and your bredrins must have a death wish
With all them desperate attempts your presenting
Leave man vexed and corrected
Don't handle threats on the net bitch
The next kid that disrespects my intellect with in-directs
I'll directly whip to addresses
Think that I'm bluffing?
Keep on cussing
Come on my cousin
Man won't rush em
Mans got suttin, looking all Russian
Catch man, I'm lucky
No bakers dozen
I'm masked like a pagan cover
Baked in ovens
You got cake in cupboards
I make bread and I break with brothers

Move this Macintosh
Tables Camelot
I'll have apples off
That's you vanished gone
Fan or not
You're in Babylon
Buss no tag along
Built for the marathon