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James Morgan Davies, Pierre Scarland, Gautier MOINE, Matthieu NOBRE

This one is the bomb
This one is the bomb
This one is the bomb
Everyone exposed
Gets blown away

Back back in top form
Get comfortable, get your pop corn
Sit back as I mop floors
with these pop tarts who’ve been keeping my spot warm
Funk Flex - We gon drop bombs
We won’t stop for ‘em. We got glocks drawn
Pop Pop Pop til the cops swarm
Knife stuck in your head like a pop song
Your pops mourning and your mama weeping
The reapers coming
you don’t wanna meet him
Mama Mia ! You jumped in the fucking deep end
Something different it’s teeth in
Someone’s bleeding
You went from a summer evening
to heavy thunder, twenty under freezing
Bucka bucka - everyone is screaming
Head for cover
You just let another demon

Man a demon pussies get clapped and defeated
Munched in the booth like Reese's pieces
hoovered up taken to the cleaners
The meanest of geezas "alright son"
Man I grew up in the ends but never needed to get masked up
Ya walk around with trigger fingers in the videos but never blasted
I killed mics better than you dickheads
Even when ya boy was plastered
More man in your videos then a boys school... K cool
But ya go on like a fool, rocking the jewels and hand tools
No originality, straight cesspool, fake ghouls
Ya get paid for the fame but you pagans are shaming the game with your backwards ways
Get smacked in the mouth for ya average state
Go clean ya mouth out with a tube

This one is the bomb
So they say
Dropping right on time
No delay
Heads up down below
Enola Gay
Everyone exposed
Gets blown away
This one is the bomb
This one is the bomb
This one is the bomb
Everyone exposed
Gets blown away

They ain’t authentic
They just art relics
They ain’t authentic
Cause their squad yell it
Those cars rented
Those models came with credit card debits
Shit’s off limits. We barbaric
Bars hit hard like Charles Bennet
Split your brow if you hard-headed
You my bitch now, here’s a dog pellet
Better duck down - You can’t dodge bullets
It’s called Karma, pick a card - pull it
The whole squad hooded
They hear ratatatat when the car pull up
Camouflaged up in battle armor
We’ll slap your squad up. Real shit
Back to kill shit with my rapping partner
slap a lil bitch in a balaklava

I'm calm when I come with the karma
Spit in ya face like llamas
You sell green on the block, but I know where the farm is
Roll with the biggest men in the game became partners
Smartest move to move up in the classes
Cold-hearted, when I draw for the lyrical shank they get clarted
I Mastered the art then Mastercard swiped it.... Next
We got real projects with the peeps in the pipeline
Never miss a deadline
Even when licked on the moonshine
We shine bright like a road sign
Blind you mugs and watch you all decline
Turn of the times, like when I gave it in doing lines
now I'm better than a dam fine wine
Murk any track with the broski
Drilling a hole straight down to goldmines

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