The Last Skeptik - Goin' In lyrics

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The Last Skeptik - Goin' In lyrics

[Verse 1: Trim] Yo, look who turned up unannounced for another round Of 'I don't give a sh** what they think of me, and should I dumb it down?' f** no, I wonder if they can stomach me now Like the white boys that I grew up with that were pissed God coloured me brown f** knows, I'm a commodity now I think they want a shot of me like this pipe wasn't predominantly loud How sick could I possibly sound over a Skeptik beat? Never neglect the beat between me and these synths and this retro greaze So many lyrics, I don't know how to count 'em Old friends doing old sh** so I ain't around 'em The kid's got a strap that you may not like the sound of Would I like me if I was you? I doubt it To the people that think I give a sh**, please s** your mum whilst she eats a dick I roll with the trash, like a wheelie bin And I don't care if you're not feeling this Secluded Area of Music is the label that I'mma leave 'em with [Hook: Trim] Codename Lindsay, Sith Trim It's about that time us n***as were goin' in, yo Codename Lindsay, Sith Trim It's about that time us n***as were goin' in, yeah Codename Lindsay, Sith Trim It's about that time us n***as were goin' in Codename Lindsay, Sith Trim It's about that time us n***as were goin' in, yo [Verse 2: Nico Lindsay] Aged two-five, weirdest year of my life Good things occurred and I was bread on the sly My name on lips, chatting sh** on the sly Slide off it, we ain't giving that life Stuck in darkness but the vision is bright Seeking sight of potential [?] next flight Destination locked [?] Put yourself first for dreams that you pick Help others but not them more than you, please keep it correct As I eject out the foolery, it seems quite lonely But I've been here before so I'm just getting cosy Okey dokey, Nico Lindsay, but really, what is it Lin says? My pen turned switchblade, k**ing riddims like Kids k**ing kids on the estates, penetrating [?] fade Insert coin and let's play, life's one big chess game When we study galaxies, no requiem, street fighting Bullets go back and forth like ping pong but he's dying [Hook: Trim] Codename Lindsay, Sith Trim It's about that time us n***as were goin' in, yo Codename Lindsay, Sith Trim It's about that time us n***as were goin' in, yeah Codename Lindsay, Sith Trim It's about that time us n***as were goin' in Codename Lindsay, Sith Trim It's about that time us n***as were goin' in, yo

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