#MoboCypher

[Intro: Big Narstie] MoboCypher BDL, Base Defence League, large up 67 Big up Abra Cadabra Shell, BDL Skank out now Yo [Verse 1: Big Narstie] Mouth as foul as a potty Showed these man 'bout body 12 gauge, I be on rage, you'll be pissing in a bag and shitting in a potty I'm on the Star Trek life, it's Captain Kirk with a shotty Aim this ting at the opp', click, click boom, beam me up Scotty When man's in the hot seat They find legs fam, running like Merlene Ottey I am a made man, so is my team Carmine, Clemenza, Gotti In this grime scene, understand this you fucking fuckers, I am Michael Corleone Walk through the valley of the death, I know that my shadow's got me 45 Big bro, Uncle shotty My grandpa's a Mac-10 If I cry and grab that Lycra phone, it's a fucking mad ting Sports Direct tracksuits, only for clicking and clacking and a whole deeper action Lights, camera, action Oi fam, man's ready for action My life is a movie, it's a horror film, with a whole heap of action Them man there's movie, it's a romance, skip that forward, we want the action The click and the clacking, the boom and the bang Basics, base, oh shit Narstie's back with a plan Back to the corned beef and rice, back to the tuna, back to the yard food Back to the cho cho, back to the fucking yam Kunta Kinte with Django, oh shit he's a problem, damn Who's that man who smokes in London like he's living in 'Dam And I know I can Crush these man like ants Sweet niggas, they all have period cramps They say they make P, they buy Benz's, fam they're fucking tramps My gas pipe's boom, that means the rave is going mad Pain and chill when I does this Man see my cuz chain in the rave swinging, blood Think of MC Hammer, you can't touch this I've been a G inside my mum's crutches AL, 6 to the 7, too fire [Verse 2: LD] Look, I've had enough of these kids Tryna draw me out, I'm no pic I've got a flick-knife where I shit And a Cartier for my wrist I make money and I draw blood and I'm happy taking these risks All these [?] wanna give it up for a badman for the 6 I've got girls shaking their bumpers They can feel the mash on my jumper Thought it was sunny days 'til I hit him up with the thunder Come on gang, I'm with 6 gang I've got drillers with me when I step We drilled them then came back like we better show re- We handle beef with a drill F a Morleys, I...and a Coke can as my meal Now tell me who's really real 44 can't lift him up 'cause I handle it with some skill I bet this 44 can't lift him up 'cause I handle it with some skill And I've got no manners I'ma hots them here on piss like they've got no bladders I play no games with snakes when I raise my ladder I'll clamp him, clamp him then scatter [Verse 3: Liquez] Mad Liquez on track, when them niggas really know I'm crazy And I've got love for my 357, treat that like my baby Got a next one pending and that one's called Amy And that one there's so loud, oh yeah she's so facety Don't come with your talk 'cuh alla dat talk don't phase me Don't fuck with none of them girls, only fuck with ladies It's still frying out 'ere, even when it's cold and rainy Got 'nuff stress on my head from the feds at the age of 20 And bro got 25 to 50 shot, better do as he says Better move out his way 'cuh that's a murder case if he sprays My bro M.A, better know he don't play Big machine looking like a AK, fling it right in his face Leave the scene in a state and he ain't catching no case Put my hands to my heart, I'm about that life Mad thoughts in my head, no I won't think twice I'm a skeng man but I still use knives If you scream 67K, I'ma take that life [Verse 4 : Abra Cadabra] Look, I've been a problem from early Ten years old, I was grabbing them girlies So hating on a bro won't hurt me Realer than most, I'm forever being shirty I'm just tryna get this money in But it won't hurt if I see the girls doubling Even when I'm rich as well, I won't stop hustling Catch me in the [?], bad beats, I'll be troubling Look, [?] 1-7 That's my own town and I rep it Locking off the dance and my tuggs dem step in [?] the place, we ain't messing Show, yeah double [?] Bare fake bruddas think it's only 'cause of music Show, diss me? Are you stupid? Your girl ain't feeling you, I got her bun by cupid I'll soon have racks in my pocket, in the fast lane Breezing, blowing like I'm Sonic And I've got a lightie counting in this lap, couple bags but she ain't getting nothing from it Look, yeah I'm still due in my bubble, when it comes to my G's, I start let 50's go I be counting and counting, I'm getting pounds and the pounds, [?] And they already know I'm presidential [?] riding dirty in my rental [?] so essential The girl that's calling me on an incidental They thought they could go hard so I came back and I gave 'em one harder Man catch me saying no crud with my [?] The fact that you've gotta lick your mudda [Verse 5: Big Narstie] Yoza, we are back Winston, you bloodclart you Yo, I told man straight that it's pain for dem I'ma burn more fire than [?] You want sunshine, but it rains again G, man's out here, robbing with the merry men Still got teet' from the Swammys from twenty-ten The fat boy, so-so raggo Man can't play with me and my fammo Are they mad, I've got Tesco bags full of ammo I chose the life of a G Put my faith in deceit Like amazing grace, blood I was blind but now I see Bang this blue flag in the belly of the beast And only God kicks me out the [?] Came close but I was never there And I'd be lying if I told man I'm never scared Mummy talk to me, bro talk to me, granny talk to me Ears out, man can't hear Dying to be a G plus a pistol 'ere Found something in the garden, rah there's a pistol there Did it like the tyres, had a good year Started bursting bottles and cats Now I burst things what fucking burst back Bro would violate me and take away my strap Base, bang the swam like C-O-D Ting banged, send man to G-O-D I'm a down and dirty V-L-G Who? Who? I'm not well, mum said 'Sort it out, you need to see a D-O-C' Check my mind out, out of nowhere, burst my pipe Man can't talk to me, na Man can't hype to me, na Man get the nine in a car Man get the nine with a scar Headshots, man ain't having about You can see I'm a G from close up, I can see you're a prick from far My flow, blacker than tar [?] Pain, rage, ouch, ah I'll put man's arm in a bar I'll put body parts in a jar You don't wanna be in the sea with a shark You are locked into Par FM, oi fam, it's a par It's gassed when I get out the car Base