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Going through plants like a weedwhacker

Phone’s going off like a bugzapper after Agincourt

Turn a thug to a sapper

In the hut no Jabba, smoking jabba

Came in from the sea like Grabbers

Not the box but what’s inside, panels hidden in the side

Keeping tabs on tabs, logging keytaps to find rats, no tappers in the gang

We all go out from a choke, we all go out selling coke, return with loads

Boatloads sewn into coats, bouncer knows me, suffices saying Yo

High prices, spices all kind, and ice, bomb like Isis

Feet sporting Osiris, always thought his named sounded Irish.

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