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Barnsley Now Intro Verse One -^^Gella^^ - 8 bar Red city, White city, Barnsley NOW The life's like a MOUNTain, we never mess AROUND.// Going even further and HIGHER until i RETIRE, I'll set the mother fucking MIC on FIRE.// With the LYRICS i SPIT, you gonna know that KIDS, Maybe DID give a SHIT, while working in the PITS,// 20 mile RUNNER with a WAGON on your BACK, like a MAD MAN, GUNNER, DRAGON, fireing RAP ATTACK,// Smack-heads BUYING and TRYING far from SURVIVING, SUPPLYING gear and on a 20p RELYING,// ENJOYMENT of the JSA, and UNEMPLOYMENT, Representing Barnsley, but am getting DISAPPOINTED// No JOB, have to ROB, people living on 10 BOB Not a first young BUCK in minus on this fuckin BLOCK// So while am AROUND you better ASK ME HOW, HOW to sing the chorus..in the BARNSLEY NOW!// Chorus - Red City, White City, Barnsley Now, Red City, White City, Barnsley Town, SO-IF-YOU-DON'T-KNOW-GET-THE-FUCK-DOWN, IF-YOU-DON'T-KNOW-GET-THE-FUCK-DOWN! Red City, White City, Barnsley Now, Red City, White City, Barnsley Town, SO-IF-YOU-DON'T-KNOW-GET-THE-FUCK-DOWN, IF-YOU-DON'T-KNOW-GET-THE-FUCK-DOWN! Verse Two -Death Poet - 8 Bars Death Poet - Slow Rap Hello Teeny bobber weenys preggy at only thirteen, smokin crack and green shaggin in between// lean marine lock us up for been obscene, and all around i see, FUCK GOD, fuck queen// fuck you and me, look at this geeky victor sneaky man gettin richer on a coal mine killed by thatcher repeated - [on a coal mine killed by thatcher] Death Poet- Faster i am drawn in this - i mourn to this - am spawn in the substance to the course i reminisce -It's our curse aint it? ama disperse from it pits urge to quit, its worse aint it? I have to sit tight buckle up and embrace fist fight and fight and nuckle up for the chase persist this genius and i'll chuckle in your face devour your intestines, dispose ya like the fetus's i squeeze from my waste Chorus - Red City, White City, Barnsley Now, Red City, White City, Barnsley Town, SO-IF-YOU-DON'T-KNOW-GET-THE-FUCK-DOWN, IF-YOU-DON'T-KNOW-GET-THE-FUCK-DOWN! Red City, White City, Barnsley Now, Red City, White City, Barnsley Town, SO-IF-YOU-DON'T-KNOW-GET-THE-FUCK-DOWN, IF-YOU-DON'T-KNOW-GET-THE-FUCK-DOWN! Little M From Steel City to B-Tarn we snatchin hearts and jackin marks babylon can't fade me, and maybe// We can have peace someday D Know the real from the bustas and the decoys police brutality kick it put you in the nick and call it technicality// police crack & bashing skulls like Aztec pottery miners gone black, thrashing,attackin like bulls en buildin foruntry// still we steady with elbow grease in factory get drunk on street ends wet my skunk on sweet endz// set sweat on sheet pens when i set the bunk, dunk till the beat endz closed homes, imposed fumes, bussiness boarded up,// voice wont stop till am "Corded up" tryed distoreded us i came back distoryed it in blood. Chorus - Red City, White City, Barnsley Now, Red City, White City, Barnsley Town, SO-IF-YOU-DON'T-KNOW-GET-THE-FUCK-DOWN, IF-YOU-DON'T-KNOW-GET-THE-FUCK-DOWN! Red City, White City, Barnsley Now, Red City, White City, Barnsley Town, SO-IF-YOU-DON'T-KNOW-GET-THE-FUCK-DOWN, IF-YOU-DON'T-KNOW-GET-THE-FUCK-DOWN!
yo its the fight for the best, so you better put on a vest before you get popped in the chest!
i po dyrke... i po beleberde...
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