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Verse:

Cockni odire



Watch out, bust the style I be kickin

I play the gig role and bite your head off like a chicken

Im the lord of the rings like bilbo baggins

Return of my dragon, pants be saggin

Science be droppin, thoughts be buildin

My instincts primal, tappin your spinal

Ill smack mike and janet for the whole freakin planet

Dont take me for granted, cause my eyes be slanted

From the phat back of blade, I must consume

cause my souls on the verge of impending doom

So make room, for the crew with kegs of brew

Doin what we do, so whats the matter with you



Verse:

Divine styler



Verse:

Cockni odire



I bow my head to the east five times a day

I put my face in the dirt every time I pray

To disrupt the jinn in me, cause the sin in mes

Tryin to take over and make my soul crossover

Im steady rollin with my head ***** up

cause my system pumps loud, everybodys on my nuts

And everybody wants to know who lives the phattest

The black 850 representin my status

Plus, I got the baddest, house on the hill

My bank accounts full, but my souls empty still



Verse:

Divine styler



Verse:

Cockni odire



I said take me from your house of pain

See my styles maintained, cause my membranes sane

So put down your juice, pass your jinn

Push up on a skin, I begin to win

There aint, no need to worry about where Ive been

If I pass my jinn I begin to win

I say, put down your juice, pass the jinn

Push up on a skin I begin to win

There aint, no need to worry bout where Ive been

If I pass my jinn I begin to win



Verse:

Divine styler

Verse:

Cockni odire



Watch out, bust the style I be kickin

I play the gig role and bite your head off like a chicken

Im the lord of the rings like bilbo baggins

Return of my dragon, pants be saggin

Science be droppin, thoughts be buildin

My instincts primal, tappin your spinal

Ill smack mike and janet for the whole freakin planet

Dont take me for granted, cause my eyes be slanted

From the phat back of blade, I must consume

cause my souls on the verge of impending doom

So make room, for the crew with kegs of brew

Doin what we do, so whats the matter with you



Verse:

Divine styler



Verse:

Cockni odire



I bow my head to the east five times a day

I put my face in the dirt every time I pray

To disrupt the jinn in me, cause the sin in mes

Tryin to take over and make my soul crossover

Im steady rollin with my head ***** up

cause my system pumps loud, everybodys on my nuts

And everybody wants to know who lives the phattest

The black 850 representin my status

Plus, I got the baddest, house on the hill

My bank accounts full, but my souls empty still



Verse:

Divine styler



Verse:

Cockni odire



I said take me from your house of pain

See my styles maintained, cause my membranes sane

So put down your juice, pass your jinn

Push up on a skin, I begin to win

There aint, no need to worry about where Ive been

If I pass my jinn I begin to win

I say, put down your juice, pass the jinn

Push up on a skin I begin to win

There aint, no need to worry bout where Ive been

If I pass my jinn I begin to win



Verse:

Divine styler

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