Desert Storm

[Intro] Yeah Castro and that Propa Poductions and all that, get me Big up Lava, big up Phoenix Freestyle ting, get me Not a dubplate and all that Yeah Alright [Verse] When I spit you think you're in Kosovo You can hear me drop bombs from across the road Right now I wish I was across the road You wouldn't wanna be up in this studio Cause all this excess testosterone Bad breath and sweat, I've gots to go Takes more than Hugo Boss alone To get the scent that gets girls on the bone No pickney girl are in my phone If you're young, breasts best be overgrown Like the judge said to R Kelly, if I try leave the youths alone It's about big girls with big batties, strip them down to stilettos or boots alone Some of them go commando like Stallone Them girl there, you don't chat to you just take them straight to home Ain't got no patience, I ain't a doctor You fuck around then you'll need a doctor I'll take your dough like the bus conductor Fam you've got a lung, must come rupture My bullets will fuck up your structure Man's not a dickhead, look at the stature Heavy duty, I come like tractor Don't bring the drama, man's not an actor Dealer, extraordinaire UK vibe, born over here Just that skunk, got a bit of white in me, not a sign of weakness, you can't stare Old school firearms, bow and arrow Transport corpse, wheel and barrow Just like [?] if you try and blaze me, you will get fucked up, shook and paro Know about fakers because I hot them Know about haters because I got them I know I'm Castro, I know I'm from Tottenham I know about drugs because I shot them Know about hot tings because I strip them Know about dubplates because I rip them Know about handles because I grip them Pop-pop at targets, we always hit them Ain't got an easel but I'm an artist GCSE's show you that I'm smartest I left school with something unlike some of you asses Didn't pay attention in classes But I still passed it, sat in the back in my glasses Bare A's and B's on my exam paper just like the ones in your girls bras It's, it's, it's Castro I'm onto the breasts, it's Castro Onto the batty, it's Castro And I'm onto your yatty, it's Castro I've got chicks with DD's and E's tryna make films with 18 certificates You got D-D's and E's on your GCSE certificates Anything you can do, I can do better, blud I can do anything better than you I slew niggas whatever the weather, my lyrics are dogs, I'll set them on you Sixteen bar, locked jaw, my chats are top draw, they'll munch off your whole crew Clash your DJ on the techniques to mock his technique and piss him off too I saw you and your chick at the UCI So I ran up on you with the UZI Get in the fucking car, or she'll be the first person that you see die Better be strapped when you see I Cause any mistake you could lose your eye Remember I phoned you, I told you to wear your vest, now you see why You are strapped when you see I You better pray that your gun don't jam You don't wanna be in that jam Your body parts gets spread like jam And I'll run up in a rave that's rammed And choose this moment to let you all know who the fuck I am Ambulance is outside but they never came through like AC scam C-A-S Don't know the deal if you don't know the rest Cause you can't suck CAS unless you've got an S on your chest or breasts on your chest Not today, I brought gas so there's a good chance of you getting left in a mess Ain't no point of the vest on your chest cause bullets get stuck in your head like chats [Outro] Wagwarn for the tune where it just wheeled up like that