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90 % of rappers are catheters and the full of shit, going on like there the ambassador on the mother ship, suck a dick pointing gun fingers thinking u looking sick u spit your baby bars jump off stage and suckle your mother’s tit
your last tune was something like “ yo fam I’m trapping “ I was in the room like “ no fam u rapping, and not very well either, ill treat u creatures like a pair of tweezers squeeze your till your head pops out your Shittest feature
wasting bars just to tell you how shit you are this could have been a great song about tits in bras. i spit it hard dissin stars while u sit in cars giving it the biggun to your mrs and your little spar,
how many times u spit the same shit and no1 listen cuz basically bruv no1 care how long u bin in prison. Like it deserves a fucking reward, or a headline show no because you're a fraud, I will drop the nut on you so u lunge to the floor then brass knuckle your face with your son at the door
fam u do not want to battle you will get tackled to the gravel I will pick u up and dash u like a little babies rattle it is
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Let me tell you something you are not gutter cock sucker chop upper lot rougher spot runners on my day off shut your shop fucker drop numbers make November feel like it’s a hot summer drop pucker stock for your block brothers knock brothers out,
Take the heat making beef and clear a space to eat chase your peeps break your face and teeth with no pain relief, lay the speech say my piece on earth quaking beats that shake the streets like a violent protest against the bait police, I pray for peace n play for keeps and hate the snakes beneath, we face defeat that makes us learn from our mistakes at least, wont take the keys we kick the door off then we take a leaf, outta your book I was a crook before this great belief, my mates r g’s they blaze the weed and all have faith in me, oh you run the game well it aint looking like a game to me, I’ll take your p then take the p and leave you saying jheeze, you bin spitting gas now its time to put the flame to these.

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from The Invisible Man (T​.​I​.​M) - Produced by Micall Parknsun, released January 30, 2017
Written by: Trademark Blud
Produced by: Micall Parknsun
Engineer: L P Tripp

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“We should be supporting Trademark with every chance we get” Tom Robinson BBC6Music.
Award winning Rapper from the West Midlands. Featured on BBC Radio 1, BBC 6 Music and SBTV, as well as appearing on BBC Shropshire, BBC Stoke, BBC WM and BBC Devon. completed a number of UK tours and festivals, noted for his explosive performances supporting acts like Dizzee Rascal, Kool G Rap, KRS ONE and Akala ... more

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