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"Shellington Crescent (feat. Chip)" is a track by Ghetts, from the album Ghetto Gospel: The New Testament, released 13th September 2018. The track is 2:50 long. It's filed under Hip-Hop/Rap. Full lyrics are available below. Dork has published 1 article about Ghetts.
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Sounds of the- (shelling) Who the fuck wants corn? Right now I'm on form Seashore when we war Squeeze more, no rebores Nee-naw nee-naw, police see me draw Detour, detour, Houdini who see me gone Nickname Sheldon Skin shade Nelson Mixtape salesman Insane girlfriend Links ain't welcome Flyboy, win game Feltham Bike life, switch lane 12ing Summer, Brick Lane gyaldem Me, Aaron and mixed race Kelvin Bludclut barologist Tell a MC come spar, our origin's based on who comes hard I'm Connor in my line of work (bodying) Don't say a word (swallow it, you follow me?) 6 feet, I dig deep It's me the Grime archaeologist Fuck the politics Fuck radio settings, long range infrareding Colt. 45 when I step in, man's forehead sweating You ain't gotta like me, just respec' it I'll blow that dream out your brain, then go and sell it On form all season Don't give man a reason He was on lyrical beefing Third course in, turned vegan Shelling, rebelling Rather get you then forget it I don't play watch the throne, even kings get beheaded Still young, got no will Nickname got no chill Man know I'm seasoned still I fry, bake and grill Like what, him? For real? (joke ting) If you won't I will (no long) Grime kid for real But man skidi and dip when I drill drill drill drill, I Teach man about shelling at record speed, what a legend Stepped on me but I let him PJs on when I dead him Teenager would've murked you Mutant Ninja tekkers, I'm a turtle Protected by my shell and I can shell too I can show or tell you, you don't want (shelling) Big Big Macs, I'm lovin' it Shell man down for the fun of it Me vs the world, alright then Man ah from planet, have none of it Spiderman when I web MCs But I ain't no net MC 10 years still (shelling) Them man are smoking bush, touch mic, just Jah, no Juj Fuck around get a (shelling) S-H-E-double L Skeng rage, forever I grill M case whenever I shell Set pace, and get it myself Press play, get in my realm Sun's coming up, still murking Goin' blind, close the curtains Man don't get bored of murking Man he's boring, I'll murk him Man don't want none for certain Floor him and earth him I throw earth on an earthling I do dirt, I'm determined I do skrring and swerving I do pull out, jump out in person disperse him I let it go, no jammin' I do aim, do whammin' On sight, boom-bamming Bun and I'll do damage I do plan, not panic Shelly-Ann, big-belly and When I was 18, I already killed 20 man Man ah man's ambidextrous And I bust my ting from any hand From the left to the right Man press, you will not be left alright Too late now, no breading What you want? Diesel or unleaded Man get (shelling)
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