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athlete's foot (lethal b diss) - wiley lyrics

[intro]
oy oy oy oy oy
blood
you are trying to blast me out, then (eski, eski)
you can’t black me out blood (eski, eski)
the only person who can black me out is [?]
let me chat about lethal b (eski, eski)
no
alright then (boy, boy, boy)
too tough (eski, eski)
squidla, qasim (boy, boy, boy)
everyone’s trying it (eski, eski)
i hear everyone on the radio teaming up, like four crews together (eski, eski)
is that what it is then?
oy lethal, is that what it is blood?
oy, oy
listen up, yo

[verse]
your mum’s got athlete’s foot
flat chest, black face, blacker than soot
if you didn’t know, lethal the bizzle is a mutt
[?] a pr*ck, he’d better stay put, blood don’t get shook
lethal, you’ve never been a crook
my name’s roasting hot, your name ain’t cooked
still, you want to chat book
so i’m gonna get dark like foots
swing them right hooks
left hooks, uppercuts and bare headb*tts
you will need ten plasters, grazes and cuts
must be covered up to keep the image going
where you going, nowhere for now
i’m blowing up, hurry up, i’m not seeing you
you’re not catching up
i’m saying ‘lethal, better tie your shoelace up’
qasim is a pr*ck on the road, i boy him up on the road
what is it on the road
balance ain’t weighing up on the road
like who’s a pr*ck on the road
who’s got a stick on the road
i see your girl on the road
you say that i only like young girls on the road
but that’s a lie, ’cause i like your girl on the road
i like your girl, i like the way she smells on the road
found out that she’s the right age on the road (right age)
you told me, you got young guys on the road
and i can tell you, there’s no under*15s on my road
pr*cks trying to sound big on the road (road)
using the word ‘bro’ to sound good on the road (road)
none of you pr*cks do sh*t on the roads
if you’re going to shoot me, do it now, i’m on the roads (i’m on the roads)
the roads, the roads, learn about the roads
so educated when it comes to the roads
that’s why i know about fake n*ggas on the roads
[?] qasim, squidla, [?]
everybody trying to clash me on the roads
decide that they weren’t [?] on the roads
check yourself, check you don’t break bread on the roads
and i don’t see you knocking off heads on the roads
if you want to try and beef me, pretend on the roads
and go against me, i eat dry bread on the roads (roads)
i’ll disappoint you, i’ll disappoint your crew
and you’ll regret anything you said to me on the radio, the roads
it’s just me, one on the roads
against so many sly mcs on the roads
some of them even think they can swing on the roads
some of them think they can shout me on the roads
i try to be patient when i come on the roads
but then i lose my patience when i come on the roads
[?] is a wasteman when it comes to the roads
don’t even help out his own crew on the roads
if you’re rough enough, try and make a move on the roads
’cause i will get harsh, i will make a move on the roads
do i sound like i care, on the roads
if you’ve got prayers backing your crew on the roads
boy better know i’ll beat him up on the roads
i’m serious like jme on the roads
top boy, that’s what you want to be on the roads
i hear i’m chatting about bare bullsh*t on the roads
so

- wiley lyrics

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