Block Cypher - Intellectual

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[Verse 1: Lil'S15]

If I ever dash, I'm coming back slapping

With waps in the ride, tryna bang it

P.Y.C, expect to get stabbed in

Lampa, Lampa, too loud, can't hack it

When I get 'round there, why they dashing?

ZT, ZT, better get to camping

If I catch him, you know I'm stabbing

If I catch up, you know I'm—

If I ever dash, I'm coming back slapping

With waps in the ride, tryna bang it

P.Y.C, expect to get stabbed in

Lampa, Lampa, too loud, can't hack it

When I get 'round there, why they dashing?

ZT, ZT, better gеt to camping

If I catch him, you know I'm—

If I catch up, you know I'm stabbing

[Verse 2: K1]

I spit the truth like Latts

And when I'm talking 'bout big bits

No, I ain't talking about Mello or Lampz

K1 is the loudest dank

Lil' Shamz', spilling juice like Dabz

Tappz just swings his shank like Latts

Creepz in the back and he just want bang

Do it like B when I swing them bats

And I don't do F like FILA

If there's no one in the 2

I get 'round the 4, tryna do it like Creepa

Lil' man just rise and creep up

Talking from your chest, lil' man just speak up

15 step, bad gyal just ease up

Ease up

Fish out your chest, get beat up

Slap that dotts or I beat it like Alesha

ZT, ZT, ZT can't beef this gang

100% get put on the news

The 9 come tight like athlete shoes

Pedal-bike glides, do it on my 2's

Or we'll get ticked like Nike shoes

2 for 15 or 3 for 20

That's Kelvin or Negus too

And my girlfriend thinks I gone crazy

'Cah I fell in love with the handting, boo

Opened him up like a fucking journal

Now I got paigon blood on my Loubes

2 for 15 or 3 for 20

That's Kelvin or Negus too

Opened him up like a fucking journal

Now I got paigon blood on my Loubes

[Verse 3: Smoke SZN]

Tell me why you love lie 'pon the net?

Like you ain't been ducked on numerous occasions

Shhh got packed, shhh got deaded

Now shhh is out the equation

15'K? What where, said they ride on us

Me and the G's still waiting

Jeet and skeet, get uck then cut

Smokey ain't into the dating

Barbies waitin' for me to touch road

Tell them "I'm home soon", man, you gotta be patient

This botty's longer than O

Why do you think I call it ancient?

I'm adding K's to the 4's and I'm anti-green too

If we hop out the rides with the fours

Or jump off 'peds, then, what you gonna do?

[Verse 4: Smoke SZN]

I know what I saw, see you run for your life

Don't switch up the story, just tell the truth

I got grub for the shank in the—

'Cah they talk too much, their lips too loose

When we pull up, best back your shank

Back your shank, don't leave your bruce

If the mandem catch him;

Sauce him, splash him

He might end up on the news

I'm tired of riding on G Lane rookies

About time man skrr'ed 'round in the 2's

Said they lookin' for we, that's a whole load of bullshit

We been lurking for them

We don't play no games, my goons are active

Smoke man down like blem

Slip and slide on your block, get ching up

Leave man twiss' up or you might get kwenged

[Verse 5: K1 & Lil'S15]

Look

Rusty — take it out on a date

I'll tell the bitch "Got my shank in the bag"

I can't get bored by a '18 plate

Those Wood Green niggas just brass

Can't see none so I spin it right back

Then it's back to the trap, we make these bands

Can never be bummy like Lampz

I can never be bummy like Lampz

No cap, aye, aye, fuckin' hell man

[Verse 6: K1 & N15]

A man's on him like older

Splash man down, couldn't care if he's older

Hold up, how many times you been soaked up?

Beat it like Alesha, I'll itch him up closer

About you're onto the gang

Blockboy Temz, go do some yoga

Hold up, start the 'ped, don't go slower

Aim for your chest, can't go no lower

And they ride with phones

It's all for show and tell

I scream "Fuck the 3x3's"

ZT, I'm sending you straight to hell

Bunch of bitches, stupid girls

Niggas are rotting away as well

Bunch of bitches, stupid girls

Dippz kept running and screaming "Help"

Oh-oh-oh well, what a shame

— got bored in his face

Lampz, Lampz got put in his place

Six feet under is where he lays

And I didn't see no one at Tops

Man I should've took it to the Village Estate

Respect my gangster, what's Green Lane?

So wait, Obiz got banged in his face?

Fuck the verbal, fuck the fame

N22 is fucking lame

K1's getting dished on ends

Y.Dot, are you sure you can handle it, mate?

I don't want sex, I just want face

Slap that corn, let's see them—

I don't want sex, I just want face

She came to do all three of my mates

See rambos and they leave each other

Back out my ramz, watch my man stutter

I'm anti-green, so I do up the 9 with me and my brothers

Hop that fence

Hand on your heart, so you couldn't get drenched

I put blades in necks

Tell her get on her knees, 'cah she can't get sex

[Verse 7: N15]

I dun' said I ain't from Homerton

And these yutes can't fuck with the tug

If I get 'round the 2's with a loaded gun

They'll think of Lampz on the round' and run

And Risky's jaw got spun

Cameron Camz, he already got rubbed

If I get started in the 2's

I'll have mumzy crying, regretting their son's

I'll have opp boys regretting their actions

When they see me

They're running in the shops

Like their name was Gatlin, Gatlin

Blockboy Temz, you're a fat shit, fat shit

Stop making tunes, stop acting

K1 and Mello, that's what you call a fat spliff

Aye, K1 and Mello, that's what you call a fat spliff

Ain't seen Drimz in a while, stop camping

Switching sides, 'cah you know you can't hack it

N15 just pull up and clap it

Dust man down and freeze, don't panic

It was me in my North Face jacket

Flicky too, that causes damage

Or it's the kitch', that one is a hazard

That one is a hazard

My big bro's out on the block, he'll bang it

Free Shambo, thats my nigga no capping

Got corn if you think you can hack it

Lampa, Lampa, that shit's still banging

Aye, Lampa, Lampa, that shit's still banging

Got corn if you think you can hack it

Lampa, Lampa, that shit's still banging

[Verse 8: K1]

See if you're in or you're out

'Cah I'll get a man down for the cause

Hashtag Drench

Niggas don't know about gang

On a ride out, man's playing with skengs

Niggas try diss on my set, well

You can hold two in your chest

And we do bootings, the gang don't lie

You can check The Gazette

You can hold 2 in your back

15 inch or Samurai Jack

And if I rise that wap

9 out of 10, I'm hitting your back

Or man's slapping at hats

No composure, I'm brucking her back

Said, no composure, I'm brucking her back

[Verse 9: Lil'S15]

Look, aye

Lampa, Lampa, that's loud as hell

Free my mates, locked up in jail

No texts, so I send them mail

No shank, got my fist as well

I was 13 in the interview room

This shit's lookin' all ments'

But I buss that case, got NFA

When all now my marj; lookin' all vexed

Had the yutes gone insane?

But I ride to the block, get left on the pave

And, you better have pace

Like BD, I'll swing bats in your face

Free BD, free 'em

Smokey come long like Jason

And the shank come longer than me

If you buck into gang on the late night

One in your head, then it's R.I.P

God, tell me why I'm beefing neeks

They don't really want it with me

If there's an opp, I'm straight to the scene

Creepin' up low, like C.I.D

Then I gotta dash with the ramz on me

Word to OD: It's cold on the streets

[Verse 10: Smoke SZN]

Look, as soon as I leave my crib

I'm breaking the law already

I got my rambo on my hip

I can't afford to get nicked

If I get grub, that's a 12D6

Or it might be a 2D1

If you ride with smoke, that's a 63

Or a 3D Half if no one gets bun

If I hop out the 4 door whip, you're pissed

You're gonna get bun

When we jump out, they run

I ain't tryna give no leg shots

I'm tryna puncture lungs

I'm tryna turn man corpse like DipDat

So we swing shanks, got the numerous ones

I'm tryna turn man corpse like DipDat

So we swing shanks, got the numerous ones

You can't be gang if you ain't got Kingsmill

You need to make some funds

You need to invest in some firepower

No, you ain't got no guns

I know you ain't got no smoke

And, you don't want smoke with Smokes'

I step the streets on volts'

Samurai sword come long like Poltz

Don't take that for granted

You never know when you might just lose it

Don't run with your shank, don't be half-hearted

Back out your shank and use it

The lurk with the samurai sword is appealing

Why do you think I choose it?

When we jump out, they run

They keep it movin', they move it, move it

When we jump out, they run

They keep it movin', they move it, move it

[Verse 11: K1]

Man step and squeeze, man just see an IC3

And the way that the shotgun barked

She would've thought it's filled with fucking teeth

Open him up like a noodle packet

Can't wait 'til I buck ZT

And she heard that we're from the 5

Now she on every man for South T

Hold up wait, ES just swings his blade

Man try let off corn

But ended up getting affray

She wants sex, like get out my face

Slap that corn, let's see them race

P.Y.C or protect your bae

Either way, my man's getting blazed

I just chopped man down into grams

And I ain't talkin' 'bout lightin', B

And if you know I ain't got no shank

Man's drawing for my bat, like free BD

About 'We don't ride back'

Check The Gazette or ITV

And you know I'll just do it like Sham'

Swing my blade through your Fendi tee

Said, swing my blade through your Fendi tee

And you know I'll just do it like Sham'

Swing my blade through your Fendi tee

[Verse 12: K1]

I said it's billin' smoke season

And I'm itching to get man fried

I've been on countless glides

On the back of my 'ped with my big boy knife

They take snaps on the 5

'Bout '3x3', bro, who are these guys?

I swear we juiced up like three

'Cah the 9 boys keep on losing their lives

But these streets are cold

But my rambo's comin' like frost

As soon as I back it out

Stutter, man, while I hear him cough

Man stain up anyone's grub

Friend or foe, there's no love lost

And whenever they tweak on the 'net

I just my — man, now his friend got boxed

** is just chillin' with God

Three of them are chillin' in pots

And my rambo's comin' like frost

Stutter, man, while I hear him cough

** is just chillin' with God

Three of them are chillin' in pots

And this bitch just does her job

But I like how she gets all the paigon drops

Facts, school days, man had it in bags

Shank come long like M

Man, it's pokin' out of my bag

Can't love no bitch, fell in love with these bands

Switchin' sides don't make you bad

Nsav knows he can't beef this gang

But true say all the 4's cross off the map

True say all the 4's cross off the map

Sawn off dotts with my— shank—

[Verse 13: Lil'S15]

Dotts' so long, can't fit in the rave

Half it, cock it back and spray

Have the yutes gone insane?

Tappz and 'Sav, that'll rip man's face

And Tallest don't play games

Sweet one blushing, come my way

One lightskin and the other one brown

Here to give brizz and fuckin' bounce

This joobie got my head back buzzin'

I'm feelin' to spill some juice

So I grab my pedals', phone Lil' Creepz

And we both go lurk on the 2's

Or I might just step in 14

That's a ghost town, ghost town

Where's these yutes?

Or I might just step in 14

That's a ghost town, ghost town

Where's these yutes?

[Verse 14: K1]

Know Young Adz in the bando

Chop that down and see large amounts

I get 'round there on your block

'Cah I just wanna know what this talk's about

125, PCX, I'm on the back, I'll aim at your head

Billing that zoot, 'cah I heard he's dead

If I can't catch you, I'ma catch your friend

Bruckback ting, 'cah the spin ting's dead

'Chetes in the ride, with the loaded skeng

And free BD, don't do it like them

Wavey held two, but he should've been dead

After I've been to smoke my 'breath

I'm in the bando, bagging up Z's

I just hate hearin' "You're under arrest"

Slim fit ting, come hold this skeng

I get pissed when I hear they're still breathing

Where's Lamppost? He eternally sleeping

I'm OJ, no Simpson

Sleep on the vio, we'll be there in the evening

Me and bro got matching skengs

No Hope Dealers, put man on the bench

And them man talk about Hacks'

But God knows that it weren't done by them

And I ain't linking no ting from Barking

She come to the T, that's due to the love

Lampz got bun in his head

And I don't feel sorry for his mum

Turner got a punctured lung

N22, what? Where? Are you dumb?

Said, N22, what? Where? Are you dumb?

[Verse 15: Smoke SZN]

Look, Smoke SZN, that's me

It's ments' when she gets on her hands and knees

I'm bakin' off with the G's

Smokin' the flavoured trees

I got nicked for the splash and the shhh

I was vexed, 'cah 'nuff of my clothes got seized

I'm in OT, serving fiends, 'cause I need that cheque

And I love make P's

I come to jeet and skeet

I don't play games, don't like being teased

When we jump out, best run, don't freeze

We come to make man bleed

Frosty made my man leak

Next time, don't lack when you step on street

I don't lack on street

Always got my ramzy on me

Rambo on hip, got my case on clip

Watch how my wrist flick when I back this quick

Get chinged or run for your life, you pick

Run man down and I pray that he trips

Rambo's glued to my waist, I can't slip

Love makin' funds, love makin' the flip

Go buy some waps, don't buy new clothes

You'll get drenched in your expensive drip

Bad B, givin' me blows with passion

I love the way that she sucks this dick

BA backs his ramz and they slip

Murder on my mind when I'm takin' trip

Just bucked into jadz, flip

Pull up my pants, let's skid

As soon as I leave my crib

[Verse 16: K1]

I 15 step and I 15 flex

Man just dip him down 'til he's dead

And if I can't catch him

You know I'm catching his friend

He was six feet tall

Now he's six feet under your fucking stress

Wavey try do the dash, got hit in his back

Are you smoking blem?

And I've been on the opp block for hours

I'm feelin' like one jezz

Position the dotts with your hand in it

So the gang can creep and kweng

Free Nines, free Buddz, free BussDown

'Cah they ain't been home in a sec'

But you know when BussDown's home

All of the opps are fuckin' stressed

If I don't spill on juice like Dabz

[Verse 17: Lil'S15]

Then I circle back and find that—

Swing my shank like Latts

Then it's back to the block with the gang

I was 14, just dishin' them packs

Late nights on the road, don't lack

'Cah you might get itched in your back

Tappa' got the ting that bangs

Might be rusty still, don't jam

Circle your block unexpectedly

Yeah, we done it; no plan

It's LS, you know I'm sav'

Bang them doors 'til they let out Sham'

It's LS, you know I'm sav'

Bang them doors 'til they let out—

Fresh home, and free up the batch

Won't be long 'til they let home gang

2 cabs, 8 man, 8 shanks

With a spin ting tucked in a bag

Aye, with a spin ting tucked in a bag

2 cabs, 8 man, 8 shanks

With a spin ting— aye

[Verse 18: N15]

No Beyblade, but it'll rip out your jeans

Put a K on the 5, then you must wan' bleed

I swing that shank through your Fendi tee

We 15 step, we don't do a Gun Lean

Tion Wayne got robbed for his fuckin' chain

Put a K on the 5, then you must wan' bleed

You know, you know, aye

Put a K on the 5, then you must wan' bleed

Kettle whippin', she holds my Smith &—

You don't wanna see that bang

K1 got packed, and Lampz got packed

I don't even know for their gang

Sham' lets that bang, and taps his tap

N9 got cross off the map

And if I rise that wap

9 out of 10, I'm hitting your fucking back

Shank in my waist like Puss in Boots

With intention to spill some juice

And they don't make P like Diddy

That's why they never ride back on the goons

We win, they lose

And Lighty got smoked in jail, times two

They're all on the loose

All just talkin' juwap on the news

15 step, don't do no bop

Blade in and out, man's screaming "Stop"

Sham' got the big dot-dot on your block

Hand ting spinner, .32's long

We're taping off blocks

Hospital bed, a tragic loss

Couldn't really care if he's older

Come 'round here, they can get that too

15 step, don't do no bop

Blade in and out, man's screaming "Stop"

Sham' got the big dot-dot on your block

Hand ting spinner, the .32's long

If I have my shank, we're taping off blocks

Hospital bed, a tragic—

Couldn't really care if he's older

Come 'round here, they can get that—

Pull up on opps, tryna turn man ghost

No Bloody Mary

Winner on your block, be weary

We jump out gang and it's scary

Step on your block, mask on like Jim Carrey

And defend my block like John Terry

I got a whip 'cause I popped her cherry

The pack came in and it's sweet like berries

Pull up on opps, tryna turn man ghost

No Bloody Mary

Winner on your block, be weary

We jump out gang and it's scary

Step on your block, mask on like Jim Carrey

And defend my block like John Terry

I got a whip 'cause I popped her cherry

The pack came in and it's sweet like berries

Aye, the pack came in and it's sweet like berries

———

Put one to his head, treat him like a bishead

Put some respec' on my name

They all bow down, but I ain't no princess

I'm up servin' Mary Jane

I was with Kim and he'll give me a break

No KitKat when I break up your face

And if you got a problem

Do up the dash and tie that lace

In the station, you know I stay silent

Bad B, but she can't get wifin'

On the opp block, up front of the line

I'm done with the internet typin'

No wordsearch when I cross them out

Let me show you the ins and outs

I'll have you confused like Jenner

So, lil' boy, better watch your mouth

And them man write like Shakespeare

I couldn't give no fucks like a Virgin

And mandem still get bun like Mayfair

And it best be a bulletproof weave

'Cah if you're a bitch, you know you can't save it

Busy in the field, but you know I don't play fair

Aye, said, I'm busy in the field

But you know I don't play fair

The mandem's tapped, tapped, tapped

You ain't see Kelvin in a sec'

You're way too stressed, 'cah you wear him on your back

5 'peds up, that's jump out gang

15 inch, I'm Samurai Jack

— on legs and he still got splashed

Aye, said, — done legs and he still got splashed

[Verse 19: Smoke SZN]

Me and BD don't talk too much

Ramz and bats, got things and stuff

Me and bro Bankz don't take no chat

Chef man live, aim skengs at hats

Broad day inch, man up

Like man don't take no chat

Broad day inch, man up

Like man don't take no chat

Me and BD don't talk too much

Ramz and bats, got things and stuff

Me and bro Bankz don't take no chat

Chef man live, aim skengs at hats

Broad day inch, man up

Like man don't take no chat

Broad day inch, man up

Like man don't take no chat

Look, daylight lurkin', tryna catch an opp

Tryna leave a face on a shirt, on a top

Tryna K suttin', smoke man like pot

Too much days, man, the ends are hot

If you never ran, then you would've got got

Mmm, if you never ran, then you would've got got

.44, would've blew out your top

Add a K on what? Add a K on the 5?

You must not love your life

We go on glides with heavy metal

That's hashtag big knives

We pop out the blue, like a Jack in the Box

Shit then, that's a scary surprise

Add a K on the 5, ain't wise

Add a K on what? Add a K on the 5?

You must not love your life

We go on glides with heavy metal

That's hashtag big knives

We pop out the blue, like a Jack in the Box

Shit then, that's a scary surprise

Add a K on the 5, ain't wise

[Verse 20: K1]

I got bando problems

And them man there stressin' 'bout females

I got so many deals on deals

That the cats 'dem think I'm doin' up retail

Temz, let's see how you sleep well

3 of them dead and the young G's scream "Help"

Then I start swingin' my blade like bats

Tryna send them there, and I ain't talkin 'bout emails

I got bando problems

And them man there stressin' 'bout females

I got so many deals on deals

That the cats 'dem think I'm doin' up retail

Temz, let's see how you sleep well

3 of them dead and the young G's scream "Help"

Then I start swingin' my blade like bats

Tryna send them there, and I ain't talkin 'bout emails

[Verse 21: Smoke SZN]

Take trips to the Woods', no forest

— come fat like than Boris

Roll on your block, cuttin' through like tourists

How much guys have been touched from your block?

I beg a man check what the score is

Bro got touched, so we rise up the dotts

Tryna leave any opp where the floor is

You got two choices; stay or run

And if you get caught, get put in my RAW rizz'

Lean out the ride like Boyz n the Hood

Get slapped at the — like Ricky

Me and BD don't do lackin'

I got my rambo, he's got his black blade flicky

Or black blade machete

What you know about .44 spinners?

My big bro is way too kweffy

Gang love ride with the largest chingers

And every one of us get cheffy

Run for your Squad like a Hookah

Bro's got impeccable aim like Messi

Ride on my block, ain't wise

Don't you know that shit will get tekky?

I'm puttin' up work on the 4 already

Swear no long', 'the beef them neeks

Two hands on the smoke and hold it steady

When man start sharin' them sweets

I told her already I ain't into no cuffin'

But she still complains when I jeet and skeet

Would've turned man pack that day

If he weren't so quick on his feet

Big dot-dots come long like me

Takes up so much space in the ride

And when gang go on glides, jump out on anyone

Don't let shit slide

4 man, 2 peds with a .44 spinner

If we caught any opp then he would've got fried

These 22 yutes are wet, they touch civils'

I can't rate the other side

They touch innocent yutes and claim that shit

Wanna add that K, get chinged and snitch?

Me and BA is like Lilo and Stich

Me and BD on a 12' Fizz'

No wiser, 'cah we add bruckdown lids

You ain't mash work on my block

So, so why are you making vids?

Bad B giving me the wickedest brizz

She really wants all of my kids

She really wanna bruck her back for a G

I got nicked for the splash and the shhh

I told the feds I weren't at that scene