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I'm international
Got no problem to hit you all with the flam
L-O-N-D-O-N
I'm international
Check it, by writing tight words
I incite these herbs to bite
Complex like walking through projects at night
Made a pact and God to uphold the raw shit
Don't flip, we getting rotation like buzz clips
Why you wait to react?
Why I launch my attack from the ground up
Writing exact like these tracks written on facts
Weave a gold on wax up late nights
Grabbing these rhymes by candlelight
Sodomites, take the light
In the words I recite, proceed to educate
At the jam, I stimulate
Where I'm from, got potential plus fraps in the barrel
Yo, hold the people down longer than the great barrel
Make the most narrow, so we achieve all goals
See sights, watch dreams unfold quench the soul
With the words I possess, a story is told
When I'm done creating this
I got to break the mold
L-O-N-D-O-N. Rap,rap
Coming straight from New York
Like that,as we take it on out, rap mamma
Coming straight from New York
Round two,yo,yo,avoiding stress
Never taking life for chess
Considered blessed
Moving amongst the madness
Well protected, plus I've been selected to bring
Wannabes to their knees who be claiming
It's a general thing,my status, seven stars
My M-16 is the 16 bars,third eye open
Refuse to describe foolishness
Using this to protect,words sound
Connect the power,give respect
Lead the seeds by example
Like a tree in growth, I keep my roots ample
Your mind's a corridor
Darkened and full of confusion
I come with remedies that crush all illusions
Yo, I write my rhymes one day at a time
Average cat's bite style's better off in your mind
With these lines I possess, my story is told
Biters, they're getting bold, so I break the mold
Here we go(go),here we go(go),here we go(go)
Here we go(go),here we go(go),here we go(go)
Here we go(go),here we go
L-O-N-D-0-N rap rap momma
Coming straight from New York
Like that, rap momma
I'm hustling and you're snoring
Rap momma, coming straight from New York
Round, round, round, round three, round three, round three
Holler you like other cats on mics
I'm mesmerized as these beats and rhymes
They take flight when they rhyme right
Inspired by my type, though a stoop attribute
Bound to win, place and show, but I'm no racehorse
What's up?
Forget whippin' the parmy
Get your wolves and your meager army
There's no harm in me, listen, major stats are no good
It's a temp-ass, we don't pop shit
Deliver gems while they bitch
Pull they card quick, they ungrateful and slick
If they wicked and they flows, then your flow ends quick
Swag jaw cats with no facts
Always complain, subliminal beats won't work
Call my name, steal the YSB,crush your plot so swiftly
Rubbers won't know you as a true MC,rather intense be
That's how my story is told, my soul was never sold
Cause I broke the mold
L-O-N-D-0-N rap rap momma
Coming straight from New York
Like that,rap momma
I'm hustling and you're snoring
Rap momma, coming straight from New York
Bubble with the underground masterpiece
Indefinite patterns
One,two,three
Rap rap momma
Coming straight from New York
Like that,rap momma
I'm hustling and you're snoring
Rap momma, coming straight from New York
Bubble with the underground masterpiece
Bubble with the underground masterpiece
Got no problems to hit you all with the plans
The ultimate, the ultimate, the ultimate
The ultimate, the ultimate, the ultimate
Leaving other rappers in fear
Writer(s): Dominic Christian Betmead, Bradford Lawrence Ellis, Gregory Phillips
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