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goin' in - the last skeptik lyrics

[verse 1: trim]
yo, look who turned up unannounced for another round
of ‘i don’t give a sh-t what they think of me, and should i dumb it down?’
f-ck no, i wonder if they can stomach me now
like the white boys that i grew up with that were p-ssed god coloured me brown
f-ck knows, i’m a commodity now
i think they want a shot of me like this pipe wasn’t predominantly loud
how sick could i possibly sound over a skeptik beat?
never neglect the beat between me and these synths and this retro greaze
so many lyrics, i don’t know how to count ’em
old friends doing old sh-t so i ain’t around ’em
the kid’s got a strap that you may not like the sound of
would i like me if i was you? i doubt it
to the people that think i give a sh-t, please suck your mum whilst she eats a d-ck
i roll with the trash, like a wheelie bin
and i don’t care if you’re not feeling this
secluded area of music is the label that i’mma leave ’em with

[hook: trim]
codename lindsay, sith trim
it’s about that time us n-ggas were goin’ in, yo
codename lindsay, sith trim
it’s about that time us n-ggas were goin’ in, yeah
codename lindsay, sith trim
it’s about that time us n-ggas were goin’ in
codename lindsay, sith trim
it’s about that time us n-ggas were goin’ in, yo

[verse 2: nico lindsay]
aged two-five, weirdest year of my life
good things occurred and i was bread on the sly
my name on lips, chatting sh-t on the sly
slide off it, we ain’t giving that life
stuck in darkness but the vision is bright
seeking sight of potential [?] next flight
destination locked [?]
put yourself first for dreams that you pick
help others but not them more than you, please keep it correct
as i eject out the foolery, it seems quite lonely
but i’ve been here before so i’m just getting cosy
okey dokey, nico lindsay, but really, what is it lin says?
my pen turned switchblade, k!lling riddims like
kids k!lling kids on the estates, penetrating [?] fade
insert coin and let’s play, life’s one big chess game
when we study galaxies, no requiem, street fighting
bullets go back and forth like ping pong but he’s dying

- the last skeptik lyrics

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