The Britaican lyrics

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Hey you it's the Nottingham bro'
I'm comin' at ya fast not comin' slow
With the style that's mad so come follow
I'm no begginer I guest you could say pro'
I'm not jokin' or no crack smokin'
Livin' large an other suckers be chokin'
Give me a beat I turn on the heat you move ya feet
An then ya ready for me baby
Fat like Luciano Pavarotti
Sounds more funky than the lyrical shit he kick
This is a hit no it can't be a miss
I'm not hearin' it if suckers be trying to dis
This is a freestyle style that's free you
See free because I don't pay no money
This is flavor time the britadecable stuff
Of this shit you just can't get enough
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Bruce Lee couldn't kick this kinda style
Wick wicked 'cause this brother is versitile
Dread locks on my head like a palm tree
Give me the big fist when you see me
One two three o'clock four o'clock rock
Round the clock 'till the partys done
Just follow me don't follow the flock
'cause I'm takin' you high and I'm the one
Boom bang boom boom boom the bang
Let me do my thing
I get crazy high 'cause I'm crazy fly
I got crazy skills I'm that g.u.y.
I'm not acting tough yo I never bluff
I just get the job done with the funky stuff
D.e.v.a.s.t.a.t.i.n.g. yo that's me thed
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