K9 (UK) - Fall Of Troy lyrics

[Intro] Come and taste this iron Face is frying That's another wasteman dying Haters try to see man fall but when I drop the next tape I'm flying When I hear them mans tracks I'm sighing I freestyle tracks man I ain't even trying I'll make your career extinct like a Mayan And you won't come back like a [?] Raise my hand out the 4 door, skying [?] on the floor you're lying And I'm a vet in this war like Ryan I can leave mumsy and pops all crying I just write how I feel on the day Then I spit bars with infinite rage If you saw what the pen done to the page You definitely wouldn't be f**ing with K 9 [Verse] Look at my iris And the way I put pen to papyrus I'm a warrior like Cyrus You don't wanna war with me cos I get violent And I just bore man up if they're hyping Not just bars but on a real life ting I can make your face look bad with a knifing I can make the place look bright like lightening I can make the place look bright like a flashbang Catch me at sandbags, running on Afghan Chilling in the studio, lyrics on [?] Got bare lyrics to eliminate badman Call my name, I'll be there like Santan Nah they don't g**n, nah they just Gangnam Glock 45 in my palm when I tan man That's the big ting in my hand like bam bam Them man are hardly trouble Some likkle man like Barney Rubble Got a big dog that can't be muzzled Run up on your birthday, then I'll leave the party puzzled Lick two shots at your Versace buckle Bullets will make your uncle and aunty shuffle If my bro calls I'll be there in a double Sirius Black, I don't meddle with muggles Locked up, man's in the cage raging Every day redemption, battling with Satan But I saw where VA laid on the pavement, so one day I know I'm gonna light up a pagan Burn a man's flesh, have it smelling like bacon You're expendable, you're like Statham Leave you vegetable, I ain't patient Look there through the reticle when I blaze him Guess what's back? It's karma Get sent to the hereafter Stuff Allah, you'll get slaughtered Have your body and your soul re-parted I can't roll amongst the weak hearted Either write these rhymes or be starving Because a life of crime will be stupid Hear the life of man in my music And a view of my mind when I lose it Yeah, and I'm so sick Hold sticks then I rinse off the whole clip Hold this, now you're pissed, you're like "Oh sh**" Bring a plague to this sh** like some locust Nah, they ain't focussed Some likkle man looking for a motive I slide through, ganged up like Trojan K9, you should know this