Lyrics Hail - Kano
Welcome
to
the
jungle
King
of
this
shit,
Royal
Blood,
welcome
to
the
rumble
Every
man
for
himself,
coco
be
wary,
I
square
you
now
Inside
the
square
circle
cuz,
curb
your
trust
If
I
kill
us
and
rob
us
and
serve
us
up
Snakes
in
the
grass
couldn't
turf
a
cup
Can't
befriend
then
burgle
us
Killing
these
bills,
Uma
Therman'd
up
Getting
that
belly
like
Sherman
Klump
Show's
over
when
the
curtains
shut
But
mines
are
blinds
and
I'm
turning
up
Who
are
ya?
Bet
you
heard
of
us
Big
mic
man
like
merciless
They
say
grime's
not
popping
like
it
was
back
then
Rap's
not
honest
like
it
was
back
then
When
I
get
gassed
in
the
booth
like
this
Niggas
go
bonkers
like
it
was
MAC-10
Roll
Jack
Jones
if
it
ain't
man
dem
And
again
and
again
Roll
Jack
Jones
if
it
ain't
man
dem
Don't
make
money
but
it
does
make
sense
Karmas
have
answered
us
Light
up
a
dance
like
bars
when
there's
sparklers
Out
in
Marms
with
an
army
of
armsmens
Pure
click,
[?]
I
begin,
booked
a
studio
in
[?]
Rolling
the
rustlers,
holy
bivariate
Then
I
be
back
in
East
with
the
Gs
That
ain't
no
gangsters,
mate,
that's
the
governors
Sweet
geez,
ark
at
him
Cotching
on
Ermine
Road
where
the
barber's
is
With
a
whole
leap
of
man
get
enough
of
us
You
know
them
man
that
draw
9 for
an
argument
That
shamone,
you're
a
man
like
it's
nothing
then
Come
and
round
up
the
sticks
like
carpenters
You
wanna
squash
that
beef
but
it
started
Man'll
go
door
like
"I'll
let
you
buy
a
carpet"
Stick
to
the
script
Real
educated
ignorant
shit
Don
Perignon
just
to
binge
on
the
shit
Yo,
if
it
bubbles,
put
your
finger
in
it
White
chicks
sling
G-strings
when
I
spit
Blacker
days,
would've
got
lynched
for
this
shit
Would've
got
whipped
for
this
shit
Now
I
push
a
German
Whip
on
a
bitch
Now
everybody
wanna
get
Jigga
rich
quick
What
they
handed
to
them
likkle
privileged
kids
Hands
in
the
cookie
jar,
ripping
off
ribs
I
guess
that's
taking
the
flipping
biscuit
Stealing
a
living
with
your
sticky
fingers
Crossing
that
pond
and
fishing
for
hits
We
both
gain
from
a
little
influence
But
how
comes
nobody
credits
us
Brits?
This
ain't
no
RP
cup
of
tea
music
This
real
east
end
theme
music
No,
I
don't
know
the
Queen
But
that
bitch
stays
in
my
jean
pocket
No
dubstepping
on
my
toes
Don't
fuck
with
my
drum
and
bass
Shuffling
to
some
council
house
But
it
gets
grimy
in
these
raves
I've
had
dubplates
on
acetate
Dun
know
Kano
was
here
Used
to
shop
in
catalogs,
now
my
catalog'll
Give
these
soundboys
diarrhoea
Smash
all
of
your
CD
rack
Won't
get
none
of
your
CDs
back
Clear
all
of
your
CD
rack
Won't
get
none
of
your
CDs
back
Smash
all
of
your
CD
rack
Won't
get
none
of
your
CDs
back
Clear
all
of
your
CD
rack
Won't
get
none
of
your
CDs
back
Welcome
to
the
jungle
King
of
this
shit,
Royal
Blood,
welcome
to
the
rumble
Every
man
for
himself,
coco
be
wary,
I
square
you
now
Inside
the
square
circle
cuz,
curb
your
trust
If
I
kill
us
and
rob
us
and
serve
us
up
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