Body Language

When I see my brothers, I say "blessings be upon ya"

I'm learning body language cah it's treachery among us

I ain't ever sold it, I just left it with the runner

He won't ever run off, cah it's death before dishonour

I represent the rebels, we don't play for medals

Doubling the limit, still foot upon the pedals

We're hit over some petty shit for flexing all the muscle

A booter came to knock it, now they're pushing up his petals

Jimmy what they call me

Cocky, never corny

I ain't gotta move, I'll get the boys to do it for me

Grew up with the lawless, Milkybar and Yorkie

Delegate the capos and the soldiers like I'm Paulie

A chargie on the yard with the apes and the brawlies

Said fuck Hakkasan, he coming home and want some Morley's

Show man the glee and said he got it from a Geordie

And every other day he gotta take it for a walkies

Took the nine for walkies

Starz is what they call me

Religiously I had it on me like door-keys

Handshakes and hugs, that's the way we greet killas

Slip, Art Attack, and they'll crop you out the picture to get richer

ST champs league

Next division, at the stove, I gull it out the bowl like a exorcism

Mum told me 'bout these roles but I never listen

Now this free or she's in the motor on an expedition

My young boy itchin', he don't need a reason

50K, bet he finds you like Liam Neeson

Notts where I'm from, they'll line you up for peanuts

You better feed the wolves if your Ps are up

If I said it I done it, you can polygraph it

Bro's dyslexic, but he'll still read your body language

Never break the street code, the G code

Burner on me now like the heating's broke

I stare on the static

My **** got a Colt, but he keep it in his jacket

Knew Mummy couldn't climb, I left my pebbles in the attic

They gon' act like they your brothers, but they bunny like a rabbit

I'm tapped, I'll do tutty

These **** too cappy

Was sittin' in my cell, I sent the order like Papi

And they ain't bringin' cutters, three quid for the uh-uh

Still whippin' up that Can't Believe It's Not Butter

Five quid for the uh-uh

Nine quid for the broom

Eight hundred for the teeth

G, I coulda bought shoes, broom

Brought it outside, I'm domesticated

She buried her son before her mum, she's devastated

Trillion stars, that's devastation

They would be lit now too, but they end up hatin'

I taught 'em how to drink from the well

My guy crossed me like Jesus, Avon and Stringer Bell, ah

If I delete you out the phone, then I'm done with ya

All white party, came in black like the Punisher

Trillion star, that's the problem, they can't deal with us

Broski hit the bank and fled town like John Dillinger

Like John Dillinger, Mad Max or similar

Writing body counts on the walls, they're movin' sinister

Still plus four four, babes

Never store your number

Heart's been chrome before I wore the jumper