Cruz Beckham

Don't come single against D Double

You can try but you won't be able

Soon gonna be signed to the label

Soon gonna see dough on the table

Try mess with the dough on the table

I'll put the the tip of the gun straight up your nostril

And pull

Who's on the mic D Double not D Single

Head get mangled and dangled

To the side just like I wear my Kangol

Nowadays I'm on arms just like a bangle

(If you) try test me you get man handled

With the tool I've got bullets that like to mingle

On road and especially in the dancehall

Try duck under the table

I'll just fire my ting from the next angle

Now you want to cancel

'Cause you know you'll get rubbed out like pencil

You don't want me to make you look like a fool

Got you stressed out smoking menthol

Like it's commercial and you wanna draw me blud

Nah that's cool

Only thing I'm gonna draw is my tool

Better go home and make yourself useful before I move to you all

Right about now joke ting lyrical

Easily turn real ting physical

Reach out with my hand with the tool and pull

Aim to your dimple and temple

Who do you resemble

Face looks fucked up like Michael

I carry gun like it's legal

When we clash you're gonna need more people

Bare people think they're heavy like metal

Say they've got dough but they ain't got a shekel

Seen a big gash that looks effed like Ethel

Them MCs better hide before I switch like Jekyll

Cool and sekkle before

I sting your ice kettle just like a nettle before

Draw for the metal in the belt buckle therefore

Don't wanna start trouble with the Double

When I'm warmed up I'll leave you in a lyric blood puddle

Greet you with arms not talking a cuddle (It's meee-meee!)

The doctor can't put you back together like a puzzle

So hold your mouth shut like you're wearing a muzzle

On your face you'll be wearing

My knuckle imprint to the side of your temple

You're just simple, get popped like a pimple

Sounds of the D Double (Oooah-Oooah!)

D Double not D Single

Who's on the mic riding the vinyl

Quick with the easy and simple

MCs get murked if they're commercial

With no rehearsal you'll get a quick burial

Rinse them clean like Ariel, biological

First thing in the morn' like cereal

'Cause you're messing with a Newham General

And I take this music personal

Rude boys, they don't take it personal

If you bring your crew then I'll murk them all

Right there on the spot like Clearasil

'Cause I told you before don't come single against D Double

I'll put the tip of the gun straight up your nostril and pull

Yo, D Double is still

I'm part of N.A.S.T.Y Crew still

I'm lyrically ill still

Got lyrics to kill still

Back in the day I used to steal

Still more time I've got

Steel on my waist yo still

These lyrics are raw like steel

But still I've got a better one still

Yo D Double spitting the shit you feel

I keep it real, what's the deal

I hope you don't wanna steal my skill

You must not know me still

I get the tune jacked like draw by the steel

Lyrical nine mil to the DJ's wheel

Spin that one back like windmill still

My selector knows the deal

I keeps it real upon the wheels of steel

I spit a 16 bar

Hot like tar

Soon be a star

Get very far

Never gonna go away, permanent scar

Trust me this lyric no joke lyric

When I draw my lyric

Make your new lyrics look like very old

Like no go lyric

Make no dough lyric

Can't match but if you think you can

Then I draw for the next lyrics

Lyrics

Better go and get next lyrics

And make sure that they're your lyrics

There will never be a day when I'm spitting poor lyrics

In war quickly draw twenty four more lyrics

Spit like magnum with the four four lyrics

Hit you in the chest leave you on the floor lyrics

Next time better ignore your lyrics

Like rain, I pour raw

Then I bust a next sixteen

Quick sixteen

I'm gonna let off shots no less than sixteen

Tear an MC in to sixteen bits in sixteen bins

Been ripping the scene to bits from sixteen

And I'm still mean

Ten times better when I was sixteen

Bare man couldn't test when I was sixteen

Even man that was older than sixteen

Didn't believe I was younger than sixteen

And now I'm age two three

Sounds of the Double Double

Part of the natural artistic sounds touching you, you

That's the name of us, trust

We're gonna bust 'cause we work hard enough

And enough of your crews ain't hard enough

To play with us

And they're hating us

We're not into that so just move away 'cause

If you mess with a Newham General

Mess with a Newham General

Get left in Newham General

You'll get left in Newham General

Mess with a Newham General

Mess with a Newham General

Get left in Newham General

You'll get left in budda budda A&E!!!

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Over and out

Bop that shit nigga

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