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lirik lagu immortal – j beatz

[verse 1: nico lindsay]
your new ones, my old ones better
try compete? nah, see, that’s not clever
even the old style still brings terror
true say, man ah man ah shower like april
get your attention like a big back ting, eyes hazel
on road, stood behind doors, quite painful
come through grateful but spraying like i hate all
full time bar but no, i don’t play ball
your girl does my one, she felt up
she felt it instantly, my mark felt tip
joke, couldn’t help it, but same way, you felt it
heart heavy beating, i see that you’re melting
don’t make sense that man dissing my ex
and me catching feelings, f-cking h-ll, that’s well sh-t
me, i keep it real, at times selfish
if it ain’t on my vibe then i’m cool

[hook: capo lee]
yeah, things ain’t the same as before
man can’t spar on a tune
leave a soundboy’s brains on the floor
man turn a blind eye when i’m waging the war
yeah, things ain’t the same as before
man can’t spar on a tune
leave a soundboy’s brains on the floor
man turn a blind eye when i’m waging the war
yeah, things ain’t the same as before
man can’t spar on a tune
leave a soundboy’s brains on the floor
man turn a blind eye when i’m waging the war
you know us man are chasing the war
man haffi know their place in the war
bare white flag get raised in the war
not a joke ting when i’m waging the war

[verse 2: merky ace]
hit him with the dumper, thunder, put you under
man are hunter, for the man a p stunter
man ah tek that quick time, wah de bumba?
you can’t get back, don’t phone my number
cause i get that, gone, then i mek number
stop goal two times while you slumber
yeah, i was on the field when they was kipping
i was on wheels when they was slipping
something like a bus when a is gripping
i don’t do faking, man ah bake him
if i ain’t got the swam then man ah steak him
to the bando, nap that, man ah take him
if you don’t give up cash, full savings, then
then snm, man ah do paintings
man ah do ratings, every little n-gga wanna do brave things
till they see their bredrin’s chest caved in

[verse 3: blay]
yo, yo, yo, g check me, get sent to the morgue
man is on form
it won’t be blessed like sunday morn
you folks will hate me for the sunday morn
i ain’t never cared what anyone thought
man tried stab me when i was fifteen
so i didn’t care when his limbs got torn
so i didn’t care when a yout got bored, it’s a mad ting
harm my fam, get left in a way
so much leg to the face
so much head to the pave
so much stress for your bae
things went left for your day, it’s cray
nah, f-ck that, come again, it’s blay
flow’s too gone, evidence is bait
leave enemies in intensive state
all cause man wanna dwell upon hate

- j beatz

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