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A brand new project called UNLESHED that will be released everytime the beast needs to UNLESH. Showing my darker fierce side. Enjoy. Directed by Lady Leshurr. Shot by Kaylum Dennis LYRICS Intro I'm not the one to call when you're in danger Look I'm not the one to call Cus you're a stranger I'm not the one to call when you're in danger Verse 1 First off shut your gob Don't be mad Cus I took the spot Why are you so concerned about me When Ya mouthpiece looks like a crusty cob You must be dumb If you're number 2 I must be 1 Becah gyal will get beat like Rapompapom So don't big up your chest in your wonder bra You battyfish Wa gwarn what's happening? When I was in the lab just cooking up You was somewhere in the club daggering Man I'm Savaging Done with the talk, through (threw) javelin Yeah I might have big teeth on a rabbit ting But I'm still here (hare) and I'm still managing And you're where? Look panicking I don't care, shrug ain't having it My whole years booked, travelling You're nowhere, stuck stammering You See me shook, MC hammering Garn! Left the room Get P Money just cheque the views Don't know who you're stepping to Cus I'm ahead I'm not next (necks) to you Kill em all dead I'll execute Get them cross so I'm xing you I'm at the top now I'm vexing you I am your mom you're my second yute You're my yute man I call you Miranda Miranda! Chorus Who are you blood? Who are you Who are you don? Who are you Verse 2 To the people that dissed Queen Speech Let's see your bank balance Cus brush your teeth got my mom a mortgage that was the tool you spanners I'm grown SO WHAT!! Respect your olders have some manners Cus I'm sure age ain't got nothing to do with talent Dammit I don't know what their problem is Leave me alone stop butting in Don't make me have to get onto tings And Don't move your mouth not one to kiss I'm a 10 J in me Alphabet Don't @ me You'll never see me round bare man or gyal Cus I don't need anybody to back me That's me I've gotta keep it classy I be getting chauffeured You be getting taxi I be in the front you be in the back seat Names on ya lip like a moustache be Likkle fish, salty Somebody get em some akee I'm old school like acky acky 123 is you I'm one you lose I'm gone you're who? Remind me again Just for the bants I'll hubby and wifey your friends So you're mad for life You will see me everyday Girls wan be me in every way Break your cd up in ya face Like snap I don't wanna hear it You look stink I don't wanna breathe in I be in the house you're housekeeping I be in and out you're in the house sleeping Give you the business come to the meeting Please stop tweeting. You look DEAD with your natural hair You look DEAD when you've got weave in Jesus Still I can't believe it I can't believe the cheek And still A New MC is born everyday of the week And still You don't wanna do this nar Things might just get peak And still You don't wanna do this nar Think before you speak Are you serious These girls are Delerious They must be on their periods Move from me with your smelly bacterias That's not cute Claim you're a bad girl that's not you I'm gonna blow like that's hot food Gassed Cus you got a blue tick on your Twitter rude boy but what's apps got two Like Whoah Slow down a minute Slow down the Flow down a minute I am the Queen you'll get thrown (throne) down a minute I be In the whip window roll down a minute like Know your role now a minute Better get back you'll be shown in a minute And they know when I flow that I'm cold with the lyrics Two L's on my name here's both hold that a minute New T shirts they sold in a minute Video views was froze couple minutes Money doubling (Dublin) it I land (Ireland) everyone knows when I'm in it Sold out show in New York Grime on a Samsung advert? Coldest sickest Why can't people just respect what I've actually done for myself I used the struggle and pain in my journey getting here to humble myself I'm the Queen of the scene, Might aswell royal rumble myself I ain't breaking bread with nobody I'll rather crumble myself Verse 3 100 rounds I'm 1 hunna Coming round in the summer Try take the the L you'll get bun up Try bring me down Cus I'm tun up I'm not the one to make fun of Don't run up your mouth you'll get run up I'll come in your house and put my foot up Like Erm what's for supper Everybody knows I'm Chris I'll tucker in At night time with another win Flows all over the place like a drunk your flows dry have another gin You're dumb And you're dumber It's all peace I'm Mrs lover lover But I'll heat it up yeah I'll cook her Pukka Bluku