Track 1341/4The Link Up

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Understand it stings to the eye, spit faster than the blink of an eye Got Swagman on the brink of their lives, drowning the flow and sinking the tide Don't spit at all, Testavision get kicked in your crystal balls Blazing hot youth eyes and warm links, gonna blow like Ida Storm Can't step in your best trainers, couldn't see links even if it went to Specsavers Ain't out just to be famous still, let me do you all a favour L-Y-N-X-E-Y-E-D-K's and Neo Precise and Rain Beats and rhymes that excite your brain, riding the rhythm in the high speed lane I'm back with the team, so much flavour Every gal and the man that wanna back my team And back to back some man attack the track, a man of move and sting I'm moving away, my style is key, trust is us We setting the pace, we wanna be MC's Now everybody wanna buy these beats K's and we're blazing amazing, ahead of the time, the time is racing Four man raw gang and I state it, one of the greatest, face it Take it, we taking it to lovers we ain't making Get out the way, you'll pay for the fake shit Lick the power, blow them away with it P-R-E to the C-I-S, all I wanna be, I wanna be my best MC's wanna test me but I'm the host so they can gladly be my guest See my chest with an S on the vest, suntan Superman, I don't rap I can see the future man, so don't plan, I'm gonna shoot your gang, so hold hands I don't really care you roll with road man All them bros they know you know Dan You'll get dashed in the back of an old van With all them other bros who chat shit so 'Ram Ever heard of Wack Camp? That's where you go You flow like a sumo Wrestle it out your, and you know you can't fix that with a cunt on the loo roll When it rains it pours, can't stop the rain Blood, I ain't Twista, I'm a hurricane, gonna blow in the game R-E-A-I-N, make sure you know the name See other man go slow in the lane But I sway you up my speed, brav' I smoke MC's, I don't smoke the reefer Beaming, I'm star with gleam All I see on the scene is drama queen, why they bothering? The king gonna hell like stone when I reign sovereign Drop jewels for the crown while sat on the throne Fracture broke, gonna rap on the phone Face your end when I take to the pen R to the E-A-I to the N N-E-O, on the rhythm and I'm gonna get bold Even though the anything goes, anytime, any flow, man, I'm in control I got my mind right, I got the mind tight And I ride a lot, I'm not so tight You're like, "Oh my, that's why I'm like a journalist with the tight" Right, I'm a ghostwriter in the dark, I'm a shine brighter I'm a soul survivor, I'm a soul survivor, I'ma keep it live, uh In the cypher, you manage to hyper In the cypher, them man a minor You ain't sure, well I ain't either See, I'm a boy that riddim and slice when I'm a slicer, chop that, riddim and flamin' on something nicer The name's precise, the mic is my main device And I only came tonight to vibe with the ladies, right And take a wife to take advice You should be doing that too Take her and you in the room and hope you'll be doing the due Then you and the crew back to the stage like bats in the cave I rap for a day, the beat grabs hold of me and takes over I feel I'm trapped like vats in a cage, strapped with a page A murder, murder, any man want more, I'll serve you further Wanna spit hot, I'll learn you, learn you Wanna grab my mic, I'll third degree burn ya