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"Artillery" is a track by Ghetts, from the album The Calm Before the Storm, released 11th July 2010. The track is 3:58 long. It's filed under Hip-Hop/Rap. Full lyrics are available below. Dork has published 1 article about Ghetts.
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And no other bumbaclart war with Me now my darg yo You know why? Ha Ar, Ar, Artillery So it's hard to get rid of me Niggas say I'm a marked man but They ain't marking me physically I'm a pace setter so I'm starting it instantly ar, Ar, Artillery Ar, Ar, Artillery ar, Ar, Artillery So it's hard to get rid of me Militant man with a brilliant plan I might play the innocent hand That's a William scam But not only William can Pull it off, I can pull off a trillion fam No fluke, no incident Don't you ever think the only killer is Cam I'm sicker with a stick than Sam When he's chasing a buddy Letting off a shotgun There goes another hot one It's curry woah, you better hurry home Dumb dumb sit in dummies bones Unlucky homes I'm old school like a runny nose Strap on the stage when I spit But I don't need that to duppy shows And I'm nobody's hubby so If you see me with a slutty hoe You know it's a quick one like 'come we go' Back to the war so many enemies on my case That I can't relax anymore They're all talking nobody's telling Me to my face Maybe 'cause I'm carrying a sword Deadman walking the cemetery await's I'm engaged to my gun so I'm marrying a whore Non-stop letting off when I draw Black bags outside like a charity store But there ain't no clothes in 'em Just bodies with holes in 'em 1, 2, 3, loads of them 4, 5, 6, casket closed for them 7, 8, 9, let me reload again, I'm stone cold My face ain't got no emotion and My foes know when I comes To the beef I'm sub-zero 'Cause they're on a frozen ting Hands in the air when the mandem appear Sometimes I wake up like "Damn my career" I'm Scorcher it's a ransom affair There ain't a man that I fear 'Cause I can make a man disappear For a grand, be aware There's man that would do that gladly Keep going on like you don't actually care And I swear they'll have Your whole family scared You'll see the insanity clear Picture that like a gallery queer Foresee the future or see the shooter Surely remove ya Brain out the back of your head For feeling super Like nuttin' can't dent Clark Kent Well I'll be the type to attempt I'm Lex Luther, I'll step to ya World domination, get used to The fact that I'm back and I'mma let loose An atomic bomb the size of St lucia Wait that's an exaggeration But when it comes to my gun it's masturbation Its bussing and if you don't know I'll fill a nigga in like an application This ain't American X But it's teeth on the curb Now smack the pavement I'm going on like I can't wait to die Yeah well, I never had any patience Man'll be waiting outside in the car Niggas outside of ya yard I got man parallel, diagonal and adjacent All angles and I got tricks up my Sleeve like big Paul Daniels I don't give a shit how Many niggas you're with, prick They're all candles I'll light 'em up like a lighter does Your defence ain't saying one Call Campbell, and Rio Ferdinand But don't think that G won't murder man I'm like fam this ain't an Act it's all actual Shit that I've done, shit that I did Shit that I'm gonna do, shit that I think Some man are putting it on It's not at all natural Stop all the bad boy poses None of you are bad boys, bad boys know this You can put a scar on your Face and base in your voices But we know you're still moist, bitch Beef I'd rather avoid it, it's pointless But I've been poisoned By the manor I've been living in Man are on the killing ting like We live where the oil is my blood's boiling Man wanna wet me up but I've already been anointed So my only choice is Is take this shit like a toilet Or go hard like a coin is So now I'm in deep like oysters I'm looking at certain man (What) And I can see what the 'roids did But I'm not gonna take that route Skinny nigga with an 8 pack, how? (How?) Head to knees then lay back down 150 times a day It's hard to maintain that, wow Pump up, tone up, weights in a gym Gun buck a doughnut straight in the chin Dumb fucks, roll up, waving a ting One buss, hold up, blaze in the wind Never hit anyone or anything Never hit anything or anyone Okay check 1, 2 gun to the head (Bang) Payback's a bitch (Bang) I ain't one to forget (Bang) So I'll spray that and split When forensics got to the scene And saw the wounds They said "It must be a TEC" Yeah, must be a TEC Names G-H and I'm fucked in the head
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