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It's uncanny just how much credibility and attention the BBC/Guardian give to these Shout In An Aggressive Tuneless Way Into The Microphone types.
In the run-up to the Election, there were any number of columns devoted to the half-baked views of some of their ilk, absurdly regarded as tablets of stone. |
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Never heard of The Bloods Alun , But they don't sound like a Team you Testify against ..
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b-b-b-b-b-b-but Black Lives Matter surely ???
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I have heard of the 8 tray gangsters not sure about the 9 trey
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Sounds Like Drill Crew types to me .
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this guy is fecked, he grassed on gang memebers, he will get killed on the outside, how the hell they gonna hide him in witness protection with all those tattoos on his face lol
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Testified against the Bloods, must have an arterial motive.
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Dead man walking
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Dead man walking, he's been talking, the Bloods are stalking, he'll be dead like Stephen Hawking....
Move over rappers MC Lovegod is in the house you mothers. |
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7even9ine and 8ight9ine are crazy, hope he hasn’t ratted those two out
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You keep up with the times, makin' good rhymes, now take it to a show and make a few dimes.
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could it be banned - it seems to promote violence and criminality
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Come and hear me holler, to earn a dollar before the feds feel ma collar.
Just off to get my teeth gold plated and get tattooed from head to foot. |
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Needs to rhyme lovegod
Keep 'em coming tho Spitting sum flava |
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More like ther milk trey gangsrer pap
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Moon
The second line wasn't a lyric, its my lifestyle choice. |
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Although....'get my tattoo, eat some ratatatoo with tiramisu, ugh might have to spew, get the boat to Honolulu, hang out with Fred Flintstone yabadabadoo.'.
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Load of nonsense the lot of it.
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lovegods rockin tha ****
He aint 2 bit Got sum grit Sticks like pritt Etc etc etc |
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I ain’t no grass, and ive got brass
My homies will protect me, it’s purely elementary Coz 6ix9nine, can do the time With bruvvers from the hood, Just like I know they should And then when I get out, Won’t need to twist and shout I’ll pay a brother sailor, Take me to Venezuela And nobody can track us In North or South Caracas And hole up with some b1tch Who knows I ain’t no snitch So don’t dis me chit-chatters Or I’ll leave you all in tatters. DJ Moon-Zee |
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Nice one Dj Moon -Zee
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