C Cane - Bar Code lyrics

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C Cane - Bar Code lyrics

[Verse 1: Flirta D] Came back like I never left, literally Every time I'm around, they be pissed at me Every time I'm around, they be pissed to see That every time I touch mic, I make history Not on TV much so my fans don't see me much I would never sell out like a shmuck Wheel it up, tell your wifey wheel it up Don't watch face and free that up Anyways, back to the J Beatz smash Back to the lab, then back to the trap Out of the trap, then back to the pad Life ain't a joke, no game, no pads Go hard like [?] concrete slabs Rather shoot shells than soon to throw jabs Young bucks so I don't dirty my hands Won't stop till I've got land upon land [Verse 2: C Cane] To be the best, I be stepping up to be showing who you've gotta spin Me, these chicks that eye, they be novices I stray cray spitting on the riddim, put me on riddims, not fibbing Sure to show you how a nutter is I'm sky-high, these chicks that eye, they be hovering Just above the levels when I gotta spit Pretty-faced, sh** bars, the reason they be sort of big Telling me I'm off, the reason I be troubling them I'm hard, they're not, there's no need to pretend Can't compare them to I [?] the Thames Deep that C Cane, C Cane I duppy 100 and pull away Man have gotta spit before the hundred, the thunder brigade I've gotta win whenever I enter, whatever the agenda Know I'm better at stuff in the game, it's Cane, a terror on a lot of things, pause it [Verse 3: Jammz] Yo, oh no, oh no MicTy already told man that's a no-go If a one spot man, they're coming for your whole zone Mek a soundboy know he's got no hope cuh I be battering the radio more time When I'm there, I don't even wanna go home, like Oh, you think you're nang but you're spitting gas Like you wanna put holes in the ozone No joke, don't act like you don't know Man can't come and diss me on my show Man can't come and diss me or my flow I will switch an MC off like an iPhone cuh Man are going on like it's all bless But we are not cool, you are not my bro You're a likkle penguin, I'm a rhino I bury soundboys in the game, donny, try know [Verse 4: Flirta D] Gotcha, s**er, if I shorten it It would sound like gotcha What you gonna do when I gotcha? You can't do sh** when I gotcha Gotcha, s**er, if I shorten it It would sound like gotcha The rest of these guys imposters The rest of these teams imposters Gotcha, s**er, if I shorten it It would sound like got I said stop, none of these guys are hot Most of these guys be s**ers, s**ers Gotcha, s**er, if I shorten it It would sound like s**er Can't take me for no s**er But I'll turn your wife to a s**er, s**er [Verse 5: C Cane] "What'd you think of her tracks?" I'm like hmm "Think of her bars?" I'm like nah "Would you collab with her?" I'm like hmm "Think she's levels?" I'm like nah "What about him?" I'm like hmm "Think he's cold?" I'm like hmm "Would you collab with him?" I'm like hmm "Think he's levels?" I'm like nah "What'd you think of her tracks?" I'm like hmm "Think of her bars?" I'm like nah "Would you collab with her?" I'm like hmm "Think she's levels?" I'm like nah "What about him?" I'm like hmm "Think he's cold?" I'm like hmm "Would you collab with him?" I'm like hmm Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, nah [Verse 6: Jammz] Cuh too many man wanna chat, but it's all chat Shut your mout, don't chat Man ah keep telling him it's not that, dem man are swag Man are getting thrown in the trash Cuh too many man wanna gas, but it's all gas Shut your mout, don't gas Man ah keep telling him he ain't nang, it's all mad Body's getting thrown in a bag Cuh too many MCs are washed, their flow's washed Shut your mout, go wash Man wanna send but don't watch, it's no prob Man are getting placed in a box Cuh too many guys are on rocks, c**aine rocks Now their brain's all washed Dash man in a basket like socks They're all lost, they ain't up to the time like clocks

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