Last Supper

By Cadell

On Hotline

Released on January 17, 2016

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[Intro/Hook]

My temper can't be tamed

So stay up in yours, don't try be in my lane

Judas, you will get tek out the frame

And there's no invite to the last supper

It's like snakes just wanna see the last of us

But they don't move fast enough

Look


[Verse 1]

Now they wanna know what F.A.M.E stands for

It stands for fuck all my enemies

Come to the rave, one man, that's ten of me

No influence, no one's selling me

And they wanna know why I'm so raw

Is it cause I had the key to the door

Since 7 years old, way back in '04?

Status? I don't know about yours

Of course, none of my bruddas are my disciples

In this life, equality is vital

Seen man fall victim to the spiral

Broke out, me and my team's on the rise

Pray to God that he keeps them alive

They wanna be in the jungle like us

But you ain't got what is needed to survive, no


[Hook]

Oh, what a shame

Temper can't be tamed

So stay up in yours, don't try be in my lane

Judas, you will get tek out the frame

And there's no invite to the last supper

It's like they just wanna see the last of us

But they don't move fast enough

Wouldn't let a man talk about blasting us

They're upset cause you put 'em on blast for stuff

But tough titties, grew up in a rough city

No rivals in the country

Right now, you can either run away or run with me

And I don't care what you're saying

All you've gotta know is what role you're playing

And you can't do too many graveyard shifts

Sometimes, gotta put them days in


[Verse 2]

And I heard man talking my name

Went ghost with a bally on, Patrick Swayzed him

You're from the block, I am too

I'll come to the block where your whole team stays in

Traveler, last three years, no manager

Stroke a bit of luck, St Patrick gave it

Flew to Cyprus, learnt how to drive

Still remember them backseat days

I'ma drive a car with who I walk with

Hop out on anybody that I don't talk with

Been ran over twice, not by Stelf, that's bullshit

But look at me, I'm still walking

Who would've thought it?

I'ma buy a yard in Napa

Watch them worry 'bout a mortgage, sorted

And I already told 'em again

Better lace that track when you mention my name


[Hook]

Oh, what a shame

Temper can't be tamed

So stay up in yours, don't try be in my lane

Judas, you will get tek out the frame

And there's no invite to the last supper

It's like they just wanna see the last of us

But they don't move fast enough

Wouldn't let a man talk about blasting us

They're upset cause you put 'em on blast for stuff

But tough titties, grew up in a rough city

No rivals in the country

Right now, you can either run away or run with me

And I don't care what you're saying

All you've gotta know is what role you're playing

And you can't do too many graveyard shifts

Sometimes, gotta put them days in


[Verse 3]

I spent £10 credit on a ten grand phone call

They wanna break bread with me cause I'm not that social

Joke is I weren't even in the country (I was in Napa)

But I used a hotline number so I looked local

You ain't gotta go Paton Close to get taken to Bow School

I was still there in my old days with old tools

And I was already into vocals, now look

I've seen the outlook, dem man just wanna shout hooks

Been around Gs, been around moots

You couldn't take one look at my yard when I'm pushing in keys

Me, I got 9, then I put it in threes

Turned the three into sixes

Couldn't give a damn 'bout a rookie man team

Evil like boogeyman's dreams

Whipping up a chicken and I'm cooking my cheese

Share it out, everybody must eat

And anybody who don't eat, don't hate

Giving out more than 14 plates

So they might smash up your 14 plate


[Hook]

Oh, what a shame

Temper can't be tamed

So stay up in yours, don't try be in my lane

Judas, you will get tek out the frame

And there's no invite to the last supper

It's like they just wanna see the last of us

But they don't move fast enough

Wouldn't let a man talk about blasting us

They're upset cause you put 'em on blast for stuff

But tough titties, grew up in a rough city

No rivals in the country

Right now, you can either run away or run with me

And I don't care what you're saying

All you've gotta know is what role you're playing

And you can't do too many graveyard shifts

Sometimes, gotta put them days in