The Britaican lyrics

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Hey yo it's the Nottingham bro'
I'm comin at you fast not comin' slow
With the style that's mad so come follow
I'm no beginner I guess you could say pro'

I'm not jokin' or no crack smokin'
Livin' large and other suckers be chokin'
Give me a beat I turn on the heat you move your feet
An then you're 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 tryin to dis

This is a freestyle style that 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 versatile
Dreadlocks 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 party's 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
Got crazy skills I'm that G.U.Y

I'm not acting tough yo never bluff
I just get the job done with the funky stuff
D E.V.A.S.T.A.T.I.N.G to that's me the D

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