Chip - 10 commandments

(Dax got tracks, bitch)

Okay then
You're a bad boy, okay then
Wicked Skengman, okay then
With all that money can't buy these flows
Someone have a go, okay then
Foster care that when I spray pen
(Bluku bye, bye, bye)
Hmm, #Merky, but you're not a merker
Promise when I finish with this coke
Then I'm gonna push his hairline back further
Send 'em all Dubai, go Turkey
Cah that hairline needs surgery
I don't wanna hear about #Merky
Them boy deh suh cyan' merk me
Yo, one minute you're on home invasions
Next minute you're at strangers, paintin'
Like, why you love goin' peoples houses?
Yo, tahn inna ya yard you pagan
You know on the mic I'm a cannibal
You can't even handle cannabis
Twin and Lacroix shoulda warned you
Chipmunk don't do panickin'
You're all gonna hear, "Stormzy took an L
And he tried to stand tall before he fell"
So he's a man of his word in some ways
But he's on stalkin' like a girl
Cocaine, my nose don't know the smell
I'm on track, he's off the rails
You're just a bitch with OnlyFans
Boy, I don't give two fucks what you sell
Boy, I don't give two fucks what you sold
You got that contradictory flow
One minute it's, "Fuck the government, fuck Boris"
Next minute you're tellin' people vote
Boy, you're not a Christian, you're a fraud
Crucify him, praise the Lord
How are you blinded by his grace but still manage to find my door?
To save your life you couldn't spit like me
You can get it in British or get it in Twi
Gem, speng, kwasiasem
Wi ah ja mi, don't try me a again
Dickhead, I'ma usher this boy to his seat
Do a U-turn, spin back 'round
You came up remixin' my bars
Prick, not the other way around
You can't run out of bars
Just like Chip you can't run out of bars
That's what you said, look now you dead
If I was there, you'd get spun out the park
Run out the dance, Chip don't run out ya, nah
Ah wah di bumba? Ah wah di rass?
Take it there, take it far
Tek ya gyal, tek it dog
Humble pie, serve that well, I'm a humble guy
Deep down, all the guys on your side
Deep down, wanna see the clash on the sly
Trust me, I know about yutes like you
Fuck with a nigga and his pagan too
Awks when you're in the middle, won both tunes
Caught in the middle when my pen go "boom!"
So, pick a side, mi no mind, aimin' at fences
Who's on the fence then? I get defensive
And get offensive, man get offended
Trust me, I pen up in no time, pen up and sky that
Plus I don't stop 'til the endin' (woi)
Someone get this bitch a bra
It's a booby trap when I'm sendin' (woi)
Hearin' I'm poppin' online
But I don't even check my mentions (woi)
Dem man there they come offline
Cah they can't handle the attention (woi)
I can handle all the tension (woi)
Afterschool him, that's detention (woi)
Go home, Roger, we ain't bredrins (woi)
Use my voice and make a sample (woi)
I got crack, you want a sample? (Woi)
Fuck with Chip, that's gonna cost you (woi)
Have you flarin' up your nostrils (woi)
Slap it ASAP, with precision (woi)
GSAP's, your own religion (hoo-woo)
Hop out the whip, lookin' for Chip
You're only bad with the bros
Cah that weren't the vibe
Two days before when you came on your own
If you're so bad, tell me cuz
Why you ain't come back one man up?
Two hands up, or with your skeng?
The one that you say you own and don't rent
Wrestlin', bars, try me
You didn't mind when it was Wiley (ah)
Good kid, I run a G before rap
I'm on a thief before rap (nep)
Sold no crack before rap (nep)
Sold that crack in all wraps (yep)
Still tortilla-in' tracks
You man are some triflin' dogs
Dalmatians don't change their spots, now I'm barkin' what?
Can't corner me neither nor my team
Disrespect man's program
I heard your little line about, "Them man's cold"
But "Kaboom!", That ad lib belongs to Konan
You know this ting, no guts, no glory
Snake, you know you was bangin' my story
I got my pen and my highlight, fam
Trust me it's jarrin', I like them man
What kind of Christian draggin' man out of cars?
Repent, or your goin' hell my dog
Commander with it, I'm commandin' (woi)
Now you gonna read the Ten Commandments (woi)
The Lord can't save you from this rassin' (woi)
Bumbahole, I'm on your rahtid (woi)
Spiritual wicked and slew him (woi)
What kind of juju are you doin'? (Hoo-woo)
Last time I checked you're signed to a guy
That's the father of the guy who signed 6ix9ine
So you better check yourself
Quick, before you wreck yourself
Study your team, stop studyin' mine
Cah I'm nice whenever it's studyin' time
The game been snakey
Snakes and ladders update me
Check it out on the 29th (howowo)

Go read the Ten Commandments
And live your life that way
(Dax got tracks, bitch)


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