| Deebo, Deebo, Deebo, Deebo
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| Deebo, Deebo, Deebo, Deebo
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| Deebo, Deebo, Deebo, Deebo
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| Deebo, Deebo, Deebo, Deebo
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| Brighton’s Deebo
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| Y’all know about me though
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| Concentrate on aikido
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| You’re still getting hit with this knee though
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| Fuck a bat, I don’t need though
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| Okay yeah I do
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| Man holla me like «where are you?»
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| Ca' on their own, they can’t see dough
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| I know, my drawer and that’s rhino
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| I ain’t trying to buy rhino
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| That’s some 2009-o
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| Me I’m looking at the cally packing and see the wacky pattern on the side bro
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| Break something for my aki, ca' he said he’s happy patterning the drive home
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| Drive home and we shh shh
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| Skrr shh shh
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| Skrr, hn hn
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| Trying to switch gear, shit you doin'?
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| Cheeky prick — duh — let’s disappear
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| Ca' man are not into all that
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| I got minimal privilege with all they man, they don’t like me
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| Said they probably finna pull man on that high street
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| That’s where they find me
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| Similar rhyme scheme, different swag
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| Them boy there aren’t gonna buy that
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| If I try tell them that it’s not bag
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| I got mandem getting all sidetracked
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| Come with that rhyme chat cuz of that gas
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| Us man, they can’t buy that
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| See if you’re hype that ting
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| Right if you’re in the can
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| Don’t make no sense or dough
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| Know don’t own pence nor pence no ho
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| Wonder why they wanna chat boss
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| When they don’t pay rent and they don’t own home
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| O Kiddi K could he woah could he cope with flow
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| Culd he cope with the way that I mastered the boat?
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| You some likkle man on this shit
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| Don’t try telling man where it goes (Wait)
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| Pick up a pen and a pad, or pick up a brick
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| Better be quick
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| Mandem are doing their rounds, they talking that shit
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| Are you a div?
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| They speaking your name, they should be respec’ing your name
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| I finna hop on a plane and fly to the States
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| And look em all dead in the face, like
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| Why they all bricking the chain?
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| The baton was passed, and everyone everywhere grabbing it
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| Other than you man are panicking
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| You couldn’t fathom me rapping better than half of them man you consider high
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| calibre
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| Oh Kiddi K could he come with the plan
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| And come batter some hundred of militant man
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| In a minuscule minute, I manifest stamina
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| Energy needed to defeat a challenger
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| Woah
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| Look at the flow
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| Killer for sure
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| Do it with brawler man not getting involved
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| I’m in the know
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| Didn’t you know?
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| All of my stock is expected to grow
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| Give him a kick, kick in the nose
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| Tip of the nose to the tip of the toe
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| Look at the flick of the whipping and know
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| Look at the Wiz
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| Spitting it well
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| I’m in the zone
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| I’m on a roll
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| All of my knowledge expected to swell
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| Couldn’t you tell?
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| I’m on a rail
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| I been grinding but they wish that I failed
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| Was it a fail?
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| Look at the fall
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| I don’t rate none of them man, not at all
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| Was it a tooling that I never fall?
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| Luckily pussy is not really rule
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| Not really known
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| I’m in the zone
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| Look at the intricacy of the poem
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| Calculate all of the options I had when I added the syllabic pattern I’m flowing
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| You a Boeing? |
| Or a plane?
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| Some plain Jane in this game
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| What chicken nuggets, what again?
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| That’s the fourth time this day
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| That’s Cineworld with your girl
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| That’s bowling with your bae
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| That’s Nandos on her birthday
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| Some basic kind of braze
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| Wait
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| Let me recalibrate
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| Hey
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| Every day another race
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| Wait
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| Why they wanna watch a face in front of me?
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| I’m seeing lots of empty spaces
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| Gotta be a hyperbolic kind of capsule
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| When I close my eyes and think of what to say
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| It’s kind of like I’m keeping time and then I open them and do it even better
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| on the stage
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| Minimum wage, fuck out my face
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| Not when there’s billionaires in the place
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| Not when there’s man that are spending what you earn in twenty five years in
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| less than a day
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| Are you a mug?
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| Give me the papes
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| I need a yacht
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| I need a rave
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| I need a clock
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| I’m running late
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| I wanna cop whatever I rate
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| I’m on the top
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| Look at the space
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| Me and my mates are getting the papes
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| More fickle the fassy, fickler the fade
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| And trickier the rapper, the sicker the spray
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| Deebo, Deebo, Deebo, Deebo
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| Deebo, Deebo, Deebo, Deebo
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| Deebo, Deebo, Deebo, Deebo
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| Deebo, Deebo, Deebo, Deebo |