Skepta - JUNIOR'S LAW (altyazı ve şarkı sözleri)
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Skepta - JUNIOR'S LAW (en) şarkı sözleri
by RentAnAdviser.com
"Yo, ayo
Ayy, ayy, ayy, Joyner
It's time to go home, son
It's over"
"Nah, this shit ain't over, where's
Skeppy at? I'm ready"
"He been gone for a minute now"
"What?"
"You missed this shit"
"Is you serious?"
"Time to go home, son"
Haha, yeah
You said that you've been
waiting for this (What?)
Come on, tell me, how long have you
been waiting for this? (Huh?)
Since you and 6ix9ine were
fucking? Doing foreplay wit'
a snitch (Ugh, damn)
Oh, you heard I whip crack, you're
tryna stay in the mix? (Trust)
You dick-sucker, you tried
your luck (Punk)
Your album coming out, you're dissing
me to hype up the buzz
I expose the ignorance, man, you're
lying too much (Shoot)
While you wеre laughing at my accent,
I was lighting you up with
mad bangers (Boom-boom!)
I told him "Plеase shut the
fuck up"; I have manners
Cosplaying gangster rappers, you
think your lyrics are sexy
'Cause you switch 'em around
and rap backwards? (Huh?)
You cap rappers, whack rappers, I
smack rappers (Boom-boom-boom!)
It's war, Joyner, don't flop, you
know that I ain't nice (Ugh)
Catch him at the night show, now
he's got stage fright (Greaze)
You know what I spray
like, clips loaded
Hit him with cannons from the
arsenal, he ain't seeing
daylight (Ah, boom-boom!)
I'll do it hands-free, no DNA
I'll holler at my hitman, he can
hit you from twenty feet away
Well, it's a horror movie if
he pulls out the shotty
You ain't scaring anybody, man,
this clash was a piece of cake
You think you're seeing Skeppy today?
I'm Nicholas Cage (Nah)
Gone in sixty seconds, no
Minute Maid (Nyoom)
But I got the juice now, Joyner
can't take the pain
You lost your chances of ever being
in D12, and I'll take the blame
It's the fashion killer, think
I need a pink Polo
Dropped "Round 2" on your release
date, oh no (Grrt)
Took you another week to reply,
you were so slow (Why?)
Said you're pushing your album like
this ain't promo (Joyner)
Remember, this is all Drew's mad plan
Think he need to get his head checked,
need to get him a CAT scan (Grrt)
'Cause he ain't Blacc Sam
And I never said that you're
the Black Eminem, boy, I said
you're the Black Stan
Ha, joke, man
Tried it
You musta banged your head (Haha)
I saw you went onto a podcast
Told them you wished your
dad was dead (Haha )
I can't lie, that's some
madness, dread
But it makes sense, I understand
it now (Trust)
That's why you talk about
mine, you're a clown
How you're dissing my dad for holding
the fam down? (Dickhead)
Yours burnt out, he left you
running around (Dark)
From one personality to the next
Might be Will Smith, might
be a snitch (Huh?)
Could be a racist man, might
be Chappelle (Huh?)
'Cause anyone else is better
than being yourself (Trust)
I know storytelling's effective
But I like your songs from
your own perspective
Like your song with Em when
you came out the closet
Do you, only fake niggas
won't respect it
I love exposing ignorance (Haha)
As a child of immigrants, that's
always been the plan (Trust)
I don't live on the Coast, I'm
with the gang on the ends
I'ma talk in slang you
don't understand
We don't make excuses
when it comes to war
I'm in the booth on my
birthday, killer
Your first name's Gary (Uh?)
So you know we gotta put him in
the grave like your surname's
Glitter (Boom, burn him!)
And don't leave your girl 'round
me, that's foolish
Always on time, man, I thought
that you knew this (Yeah)
I don't rock with you
or your music (Nah)
What's love? Fuck that, I
just shoot shit (Greaze)
I've never been robbed, you bozo
And I'm outside, see me walking dolo
If a man ever try to touch
my chain (What?)
Leave him looking like the
Jordan logo (Greaze)
I didn't even need to discuss
with the fans
They can already see how many
lies you've told (Trust)
Said he hasn't heard from
me since the nineties
Joyner, I was nine years old (What?)
All I had to do was post one tweet
Now you and all of your guys exposed
You should say "Thank you", I saw
the spike in your streams
Let's talk about the highs
and lows (Let's talk)
I'm cooler than Harmattan
A traveller, pull up in the caravan
If you left the country,
might learn a lot
When you spend a day in
the UK wit' a gang
Never race a Jamaican, never
fight a Nigerian
Never ride your bike into
a Turkish man (Huh?)
Never rob an Albanian,
never diss a Somali
Never go bar to bar wit'
an English man
'Cause I got bars that could
fuck up your future
It's a fistfight, I came
wit' a bazooka
All you can do now is watch me win
You could never be headline, you
Lollapalooza (Uh, uh, uh)
Delusions of grandeur, you're
lost in the sauce
Get back in the real world,
get off the computer
Your father gave you all the gems
Now you turn 'round saying you
don't wanna be Junior?
That's what's killing
black men (What?)
You said your manager's from
the ends, why does he talk
like that then? (How?)
When you said I wish I was American
I was more confused than your
manager's accent (Haha)
Novelist dissed you, holler back then
Chip, Scorcher, Kruz, Duppy and Smila
The Kwengerdem live when it's
time to attack them
Best in the world, better mention
the mandem (Nice)
Back to the money
It's over
Point proven
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