Scorcher - One Flow lyrics

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Scorcher - One Flow lyrics

[Verse 1: Terminator] These man can't move to me I'll move to man and sleep peacefully When I first knifed man, it felt funny The next day come, it became funny I don't knife for fun, but I'll knife your mum If she backs the wall, then I'll knife her lung Feel bad after; get over it She should have thought twice about backing her son Don't chat a bag of lies; I'll react to guys If man is hench, I'll knife man down to size Look in man's eyes while he's clutching his neck I think about his family ties Who's next to knife? I'll knife man up Like he's meant to die; like his family's meant to cry I'm a normal geez', but I'm down to ride I've got emotions, but I'll put them to the side [Verse 2: Scorcher] T's got one flow that I had to borrow So I could explain if I clap the hollows And it clips your neck, your head disconnects And rolls on the floor like the ball at soccer You can't war me; you need more Ps Cause I'll buy guns and more T I don't shout in public or cause scenes Just send man slumping in his Ford Jeep In his Ford Jeep, leave his head resting As the horn beeps, next to a dead bredrin Come out and rinse the clip off, and you rip the whip off Yeah, after the four beat [Hook: Terminator] I'll just let man know That I've got one flow If I knife you up You won't get sewn [Verse 3: Terminator] To guard yourself from me, you'll need a red dot Red spot. The way I'll be moving You'll need an ACOG plus specs infoc' You'll also need an infra-red Just in case I roll up in the dark Light switched off, roll up in the car Pull up outside your yard, complete the objective T you up like Charizard; leave no mark Pierce your skin, pierce your heart You'll need a jump-start; hardly breathing Heart not pumping blood; instant surgery Will need to take part for you not to leave your ma [Hook] [Verse 4: Scorcher] I've got a bag of flows: I could choose any But if you test me, I hit Darkside mode And wear Darkside clothes: the gloves and leather Push man up in weather Straight eight clapper, brain splatter White shirt red and you ain't Santa Or Man United. If your gang are hyping Run into crowd, random knifing I can't stand excitement, so calm down Or there'll be loud sirens Nosey neighbours. My Darks owe me favours I'll just phone T and there'll be man dying [Hook]