[{"id":15419952,"name":"Artillery","trackName":"Artillery","artistName":"Ghetts","albumName":"This Is Uk Grime, Vol. 1","duration":239.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"And no other bumbaclart war with\nMe now my darg yo\nYou know why? Ha\nAr, Ar, Artillery\nSo it's hard to get rid of me\nNiggas say I'm a marked man but\nThey ain't marking me physically\nI'm a pace setter so\nI'm starting it instantly ar, Ar, Artillery\nAr, Ar, Artillery ar, Ar, Artillery\nSo it's hard to get rid of me\nMilitant man with a brilliant plan\nI might play the innocent hand\nThat's a William scam\nBut not only William can\nPull it off, I can pull off a trillion fam\nNo fluke, no incident\nDon't you ever think the only killer is Cam\nI'm sicker with a stick than Sam\nWhen he's chasing a buddy\nLetting off a shotgun\nThere goes another hot one\nIt's curry woah, you better hurry home\nDumb dumb sit in dummies bones\nUnlucky homes\nI'm old school like a runny nose\nStrap on the stage when I spit\nBut I don't need that to duppy shows\nAnd I'm nobody's hubby so\nIf you see me with a slutty hoe\nYou know it's a quick one like 'come we go'\nBack to the war so many enemies on my case\nThat I can't relax anymore\nThey're all talking nobody's telling\nMe to my face\nMaybe 'cause I'm carrying a sword\nDeadman walking the cemetery await's\nI'm engaged to my gun so I'm marrying a whore\nNon-stop letting off when I draw\nBlack bags outside like a charity store\nBut there ain't no clothes in 'em\nJust bodies with holes in 'em\n1, 2, 3, loads of them\n4, 5, 6, casket closed for them\n7, 8, 9, let me reload again, I'm stone cold\nMy face ain't got no emotion and\nMy foes know when I comes\nTo the beef I'm sub-zero\n'Cause they're on a frozen ting\nHands in the air when the mandem appear\nSometimes I wake up like \"Damn my career\"\nI'm Scorcher it's a ransom affair\nThere ain't a man that I fear\n'Cause I can make a man disappear\nFor a grand, be aware\nThere's man that would do that gladly\nKeep going on like you don't actually care\nAnd I swear they'll have\nYour whole family scared\nYou'll see the insanity clear\nPicture that like a gallery queer\nForesee the future or see the shooter\nSurely remove ya\nBrain out the back of your head\nFor feeling super\nLike nuttin' can't dent Clark Kent\nWell I'll be the type to attempt\nI'm Lex Luther, I'll step to ya\nWorld domination, get used to\nThe fact that I'm back and I'mma let loose\nAn atomic bomb the size of St lucia\nWait that's an exaggeration\nBut when it comes to my gun it's masturbation\nIts bussing and if you don't know\nI'll fill a nigga in like an application\nThis ain't American X\nBut it's teeth on the curb\nNow smack the pavement\nI'm going on like I can't wait to die\nYeah well, I never had any patience\nMan'll be waiting outside in the car\nNiggas outside of ya yard\nI got man parallel, diagonal and adjacent\nAll angles and I got tricks up my\nSleeve like big Paul Daniels\nI don't give a shit how\nMany niggas you're with, prick\nThey're all candles\nI'll light 'em up like a lighter does\nYour defence ain't saying one\nCall Campbell, and Rio Ferdinand\nBut don't think that G won't murder man\nI'm like fam this ain't an\nAct it's all actual\nShit that I've done, shit that I did\nShit that I'm gonna do, shit that I think\nSome man are putting it on\nIt's not at all natural\nStop all the bad boy poses\nNone of you are bad boys, bad boys know this\nYou can put a scar on your\nFace and base in your voices\nBut we know you're still moist, bitch\nBeef I'd rather avoid it, it's pointless\nBut I've been poisoned\nBy the manor I've been living in\nMan are on the killing ting like\nWe live where the oil is my blood's boiling\nMan wanna wet me up but\nI've already been anointed\nSo my only choice is\nIs take this shit like a toilet\nOr go hard like a coin is\nSo now I'm in deep like oysters\nI'm looking at certain man (What)\nAnd I can see what the 'roids did\nBut I'm not gonna take that route\nSkinny nigga with an 8 pack, how? (How?)\nHead to knees then lay back down\n150 times a day\nIt's hard to maintain that, wow\nPump up, tone up, weights in a gym\nGun buck a doughnut straight in the chin\nDumb fucks, roll up, waving a ting\nOne buss, hold up, blaze in the wind\nNever hit anyone or anything\nNever hit anything or anyone\nOkay check 1, 2 gun to the head (Bang)\nPayback's a bitch (Bang)\nI ain't one to forget (Bang)\nSo I'll spray that and split\nWhen forensics got to the scene\nAnd saw the wounds\nThey said \"It must be a TEC\"\nYeah, must be a TEC\nNames G-H and I'm fucked in the head","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Artillery\n  artist: Ghetts\n  album: This Is Uk Grime, Vol. 1\n  duration_ms: 239000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  And no other bumbaclart war with\n  Me now my darg yo\n  You know why? Ha\n  Ar, Ar, Artillery\n  So it's hard to get rid of me\n  Niggas say I'm a marked man but\n  They ain't marking me physically\n  I'm a pace setter so\n  I'm starting it instantly ar, Ar, Artillery\n  Ar, Ar, Artillery ar, Ar, Artillery\n  So it's hard to get rid of me\n  Militant man with a brilliant plan\n  I might play the innocent hand\n  That's a William scam\n  But not only William can\n  Pull it off, I can pull off a trillion fam\n  No fluke, no incident\n  Don't you ever think the only killer is Cam\n  I'm sicker with a stick than Sam\n  When he's chasing a buddy\n  Letting off a shotgun\n  There goes another hot one\n  It's curry woah, you better hurry home\n  Dumb dumb sit in dummies bones\n  Unlucky homes\n  I'm old school like a runny nose\n  Strap on the stage when I spit\n  But I don't need that to duppy shows\n  And I'm nobody's hubby so\n  If you see me with a slutty hoe\n  You know it's a quick one like 'come we go'\n  Back to the war so many enemies on my case\n  That I can't relax anymore\n  They're all talking nobody's telling\n  Me to my face\n  Maybe 'cause I'm carrying a sword\n  Deadman walking the cemetery await's\n  I'm engaged to my gun so I'm marrying a whore\n  Non-stop letting off when I draw\n  Black bags outside like a charity store\n  But there ain't no clothes in 'em\n  Just bodies with holes in 'em\n  1, 2, 3, loads of them\n  4, 5, 6, casket closed for them\n  7, 8, 9, let me reload again, I'm stone cold\n  My face ain't got no emotion and\n  My foes know when I comes\n  To the beef I'm sub-zero\n  'Cause they're on a frozen ting\n  Hands in the air when the mandem appear\n  Sometimes I wake up like \"Damn my career\"\n  I'm Scorcher it's a ransom affair\n  There ain't a man that I fear\n  'Cause I can make a man disappear\n  For a grand, be aware\n  There's man that would do that gladly\n  Keep going on like you don't actually care\n  And I swear they'll have\n  Your whole family scared\n  You'll see the insanity clear\n  Picture that like a gallery queer\n  Foresee the future or see the shooter\n  Surely remove ya\n  Brain out the back of your head\n  For feeling super\n  Like nuttin' can't dent Clark Kent\n  Well I'll be the type to attempt\n  I'm Lex Luther, I'll step to ya\n  World domination, get used to\n  The fact that I'm back and I'mma let loose\n  An atomic bomb the size of St lucia\n  Wait that's an exaggeration\n  But when it comes to my gun it's masturbation\n  Its bussing and if you don't know\n  I'll fill a nigga in like an application\n  This ain't American X\n  But it's teeth on the curb\n  Now smack the pavement\n  I'm going on like I can't wait to die\n  Yeah well, I never had any patience\n  Man'll be waiting outside in the car\n  Niggas outside of ya yard\n  I got man parallel, diagonal and adjacent\n  All angles and I got tricks up my\n  Sleeve like big Paul Daniels\n  I don't give a shit how\n  Many niggas you're with, prick\n  They're all candles\n  I'll light 'em up like a lighter does\n  Your defence ain't saying one\n  Call Campbell, and Rio Ferdinand\n  But don't think that G won't murder man\n  I'm like fam this ain't an\n  Act it's all actual\n  Shit that I've done, shit that I did\n  Shit that I'm gonna do, shit that I think\n  Some man are putting it on\n  It's not at all natural\n  Stop all the bad boy poses\n  None of you are bad boys, bad boys know this\n  You can put a scar on your\n  Face and base in your voices\n  But we know you're still moist, bitch\n  Beef I'd rather avoid it, it's pointless\n  But I've been poisoned\n  By the manor I've been living in\n  Man are on the killing ting like\n  We live where the oil is my blood's boiling\n  Man wanna wet me up but\n  I've already been anointed\n  So my only choice is\n  Is take this shit like a toilet\n  Or go hard like a coin is\n  So now I'm in deep like oysters\n  I'm looking at certain man (What)\n  And I can see what the 'roids did\n  But I'm not gonna take that route\n  Skinny nigga with an 8 pack, how? (How?)\n  Head to knees then lay back down\n  150 times a day\n  It's hard to maintain that, wow\n  Pump up, tone up, weights in a gym\n  Gun buck a doughnut straight in the chin\n  Dumb fucks, roll up, waving a ting\n  One buss, hold up, blaze in the wind\n  Never hit anyone or anything\n  Never hit anything or anyone\n  Okay check 1, 2 gun to the head (Bang)\n  Payback's a bitch (Bang)\n  I ain't one to forget (Bang)\n  So I'll spray that and split\n  When forensics got to the scene\n  And saw the wounds\n  They said \"It must be a TEC\"\n  Yeah, must be a TEC\n  Names G-H and I'm fucked in the head\n"},{"id":25083940,"name":"Artillery","trackName":"Artillery","artistName":"Ghetts","albumName":"This Is UK Grime","duration":239.124898,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"And no other bumbaclart war with\nMe now my darg yo\nYou know why? Ha\nAr, Ar, Artillery\nSo it's hard to get rid of me\nNiggas say I'm a marked man but\nThey ain't marking me physically\nI'm a pace setter so\nI'm starting it instantly ar, Ar, Artillery\nAr, Ar, Artillery ar, Ar, Artillery\nSo it's hard to get rid of me\nMilitant man with a brilliant plan\nI might play the innocent hand\nThat's a William scam\nBut not only William can\nPull it off, I can pull off a trillion fam\nNo fluke, no incident\nDon't you ever think the only killer is Cam\nI'm sicker with a stick than Sam\nWhen he's chasing a buddy\nLetting off a shotgun\nThere goes another hot one\nIt's curry woah, you better hurry home\nDumb dumb sit in dummies bones\nUnlucky homes\nI'm old school like a runny nose\nStrap on the stage when I spit\nBut I don't need that to duppy shows\nAnd I'm nobody's hubby so\nIf you see me with a slutty hoe\nYou know it's a quick one like 'come we go'\nBack to the war so many enemies on my case\nThat I can't relax anymore\nThey're all talking nobody's telling\nMe to my face\nMaybe 'cause I'm carrying a sword\nDeadman walking the cemetery await's\nI'm engaged to my gun so I'm marrying a whore\nNon-stop letting off when I draw\nBlack bags outside like a charity store\nBut there ain't no clothes in 'em\nJust bodies with holes in 'em\n1, 2, 3, loads of them\n4, 5, 6, casket closed for them\n7, 8, 9, let me reload again, I'm stone cold\nMy face ain't got no emotion and\nMy foes know when I comes\nTo the beef I'm sub-zero\n'Cause they're on a frozen ting\nHands in the air when the mandem appear\nSometimes I wake up like \"Damn my career\"\nI'm Scorcher it's a ransom affair\nThere ain't a man that I fear\n'Cause I can make a man disappear\nFor a grand, be aware\nThere's man that would do that gladly\nKeep going on like you don't actually care\nAnd I swear they'll have\nYour whole family scared\nYou'll see the insanity clear\nPicture that like a gallery queer\nForesee the future or see the shooter\nSurely remove ya\nBrain out the back of your head\nFor feeling super\nLike nuttin' can't dent Clark Kent\nWell I'll be the type to attempt\nI'm Lex Luther, I'll step to ya\nWorld domination, get used to\nThe fact that I'm back and I'mma let loose\nAn atomic bomb the size of St lucia\nWait that's an exaggeration\nBut when it comes to my gun it's masturbation\nIts bussing and if you don't know\nI'll fill a nigga in like an application\nThis ain't American X\nBut it's teeth on the curb\nNow smack the pavement\nI'm going on like I can't wait to die\nYeah well, I never had any patience\nMan'll be waiting outside in the car\nNiggas outside of ya yard\nI got man parallel, diagonal and adjacent\nAll angles and I got tricks up my\nSleeve like big Paul Daniels\nI don't give a shit how\nMany niggas you're with, prick\nThey're all candles\nI'll light 'em up like a lighter does\nYour defence ain't saying one\nCall Campbell, and Rio Ferdinand\nBut don't think that G won't murder man\nI'm like fam this ain't an\nAct it's all actual\nShit that I've done, shit that I did\nShit that I'm gonna do, shit that I think\nSome man are putting it on\nIt's not at all natural\nStop all the bad boy poses\nNone of you are bad boys, bad boys know this\nYou can put a scar on your\nFace and base in your voices\nBut we know you're still moist, bitch\nBeef I'd rather avoid it, it's pointless\nBut I've been poisoned\nBy the manor I've been living in\nMan are on the killing ting like\nWe live where the oil is my blood's boiling\nMan wanna wet me up but\nI've already been anointed\nSo my only choice is\nIs take this shit like a toilet\nOr go hard like a coin is\nSo now I'm in deep like oysters\nI'm looking at certain man (What)\nAnd I can see what the 'roids did\nBut I'm not gonna take that route\nSkinny nigga with an 8 pack, how? (How?)\nHead to knees then lay back down\n150 times a day\nIt's hard to maintain that, wow\nPump up, tone up, weights in a gym\nGun buck a doughnut straight in the chin\nDumb fucks, roll up, waving a ting\nOne buss, hold up, blaze in the wind\nNever hit anyone or anything\nNever hit anything or anyone\nOkay check 1, 2 gun to the head (Bang)\nPayback's a bitch (Bang)\nI ain't one to forget (Bang)\nSo I'll spray that and split\nWhen forensics got to the scene\nAnd saw the wounds\nThey said \"It must be a TEC\"\nYeah, must be a TEC\nNames G-H and I'm fucked in the head","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Artillery\n  artist: Ghetts\n  album: This Is UK Grime\n  duration_ms: 239125\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  And no other bumbaclart war with\n  Me now my darg yo\n  You know why? Ha\n  Ar, Ar, Artillery\n  So it's hard to get rid of me\n  Niggas say I'm a marked man but\n  They ain't marking me physically\n  I'm a pace setter so\n  I'm starting it instantly ar, Ar, Artillery\n  Ar, Ar, Artillery ar, Ar, Artillery\n  So it's hard to get rid of me\n  Militant man with a brilliant plan\n  I might play the innocent hand\n  That's a William scam\n  But not only William can\n  Pull it off, I can pull off a trillion fam\n  No fluke, no incident\n  Don't you ever think the only killer is Cam\n  I'm sicker with a stick than Sam\n  When he's chasing a buddy\n  Letting off a shotgun\n  There goes another hot one\n  It's curry woah, you better hurry home\n  Dumb dumb sit in dummies bones\n  Unlucky homes\n  I'm old school like a runny nose\n  Strap on the stage when I spit\n  But I don't need that to duppy shows\n  And I'm nobody's hubby so\n  If you see me with a slutty hoe\n  You know it's a quick one like 'come we go'\n  Back to the war so many enemies on my case\n  That I can't relax anymore\n  They're all talking nobody's telling\n  Me to my face\n  Maybe 'cause I'm carrying a sword\n  Deadman walking the cemetery await's\n  I'm engaged to my gun so I'm marrying a whore\n  Non-stop letting off when I draw\n  Black bags outside like a charity store\n  But there ain't no clothes in 'em\n  Just bodies with holes in 'em\n  1, 2, 3, loads of them\n  4, 5, 6, casket closed for them\n  7, 8, 9, let me reload again, I'm stone cold\n  My face ain't got no emotion and\n  My foes know when I comes\n  To the beef I'm sub-zero\n  'Cause they're on a frozen ting\n  Hands in the air when the mandem appear\n  Sometimes I wake up like \"Damn my career\"\n  I'm Scorcher it's a ransom affair\n  There ain't a man that I fear\n  'Cause I can make a man disappear\n  For a grand, be aware\n  There's man that would do that gladly\n  Keep going on like you don't actually care\n  And I swear they'll have\n  Your whole family scared\n  You'll see the insanity clear\n  Picture that like a gallery queer\n  Foresee the future or see the shooter\n  Surely remove ya\n  Brain out the back of your head\n  For feeling super\n  Like nuttin' can't dent Clark Kent\n  Well I'll be the type to attempt\n  I'm Lex Luther, I'll step to ya\n  World domination, get used to\n  The fact that I'm back and I'mma let loose\n  An atomic bomb the size of St lucia\n  Wait that's an exaggeration\n  But when it comes to my gun it's masturbation\n  Its bussing and if you don't know\n  I'll fill a nigga in like an application\n  This ain't American X\n  But it's teeth on the curb\n  Now smack the pavement\n  I'm going on like I can't wait to die\n  Yeah well, I never had any patience\n  Man'll be waiting outside in the car\n  Niggas outside of ya yard\n  I got man parallel, diagonal and adjacent\n  All angles and I got tricks up my\n  Sleeve like big Paul Daniels\n  I don't give a shit how\n  Many niggas you're with, prick\n  They're all candles\n  I'll light 'em up like a lighter does\n  Your defence ain't saying one\n  Call Campbell, and Rio Ferdinand\n  But don't think that G won't murder man\n  I'm like fam this ain't an\n  Act it's all actual\n  Shit that I've done, shit that I did\n  Shit that I'm gonna do, shit that I think\n  Some man are putting it on\n  It's not at all natural\n  Stop all the bad boy poses\n  None of you are bad boys, bad boys know this\n  You can put a scar on your\n  Face and base in your voices\n  But we know you're still moist, bitch\n  Beef I'd rather avoid it, it's pointless\n  But I've been poisoned\n  By the manor I've been living in\n  Man are on the killing ting like\n  We live where the oil is my blood's boiling\n  Man wanna wet me up but\n  I've already been anointed\n  So my only choice is\n  Is take this shit like a toilet\n  Or go hard like a coin is\n  So now I'm in deep like oysters\n  I'm looking at certain man (What)\n  And I can see what the 'roids did\n  But I'm not gonna take that route\n  Skinny nigga with an 8 pack, how? (How?)\n  Head to knees then lay back down\n  150 times a day\n  It's hard to maintain that, wow\n  Pump up, tone up, weights in a gym\n  Gun buck a doughnut straight in the chin\n  Dumb fucks, roll up, waving a ting\n  One buss, hold up, blaze in the wind\n  Never hit anyone or anything\n  Never hit anything or anyone\n  Okay check 1, 2 gun to the head (Bang)\n  Payback's a bitch (Bang)\n  I ain't one to forget (Bang)\n  So I'll spray that and split\n  When forensics got to the scene\n  And saw the wounds\n  They said \"It must be a TEC\"\n  Yeah, must be a TEC\n  Names G-H and I'm fucked in the head\n"},{"id":9365646,"name":"Artillery","trackName":"Artillery","artistName":"Ghetts","albumName":"The Calm Before the Storm","duration":238.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"So its hard to get rid of me\nSay im a marked man but they ain't marking me physically\nI'm a pace setter so im starting it instantly\nA-a-artillery\nA-a-artillery\nA-a-artillery\n\nSo its hard to get rid of me\nMillitant man with a brilliant plan I might plead it innocent hang\nOn thats a hooligan scam, but the only william can\nPull it off I can pull off a trillion fam\n\nNo fluke no incident dont you ever think the only killer is kam\nIm sicker with a stick than sam\nWhen hes chasing everybody letting of a shotgun\nThere goes another hot when its curry (woah)\n\nYou better hurry (home) dum dum setting dummies (mould)\nUnlucky (homes) im old school like a runny (nose)\nStrap on the stage when I spit but I dont need that 2 duppy (shows)\nAnd im no bodys hubby (so) if you see me with a slutty (ho)\n\nGive us a quick one like can we (go)\nBack to the war so many enemies on my case that I can't relax anymore\nTheyre all talking no bodys telling me to my face maybe cos im carrying a sword\nDeadman walking the cemetry awaits\n\nIm enganged to my gun so im marrying a whore\nNon stop letting off when I draw black bags outside like a charity store\nBut there ain't no clothes in them\nJust bodies with holes in them\n\nOne, two, three loads of them\nFour, five, six casket closed for them\n789 let me reload again im stone cold\nMy face ain't got no emotion and my foes know when I comes to the beef im sub-zero\n\n'Cause there on a frozen ting\nHands in the air when my mandem appear\nSometimes I wake up like damn my career, im a scorcher its a ransom affair\nThere ain't a man that I fear, cos I can make a man disappear for a grand be aware\n\nTheres man that would do that gladly, keep going on like you dont actually care\nAnd I swear theyll have your whole family scared\nYoull see the insanity clear\nPicture that like a gallery queer\n\nForsee the future. or see the shooter. surely remove the brain out the back of your head for feeling super\nLike nothin can't dent clark kent well ill be the type to attempt\nIm lex luther, ill step to ya, world domination\nGet used to the fact that im back and im'a let loose an atomic bomb the size of st lucia\n\nWait thats an exaggeration\nBut when it comes to my gun its mastabation\nIts buzzing and if you dont know ill fill a nigga in like an application\nThis ain't american X but its teeth on the curb thatll snap the pavement\n\nIm going on like I can't wait to die\nYeah well, I never had any patience\nMan will be waiting outside in the car, niggers outside in the yard\nI got man parrallel, diagonal and adjacent\n\nAnd I got tricks up my sleeve like fuckin paul daniels\nI dont give a shit how many niggas your with prick there all candles\nIll light them up like a lighter does your defence ain't saying one\n(Nah) call campbell, and rio ferdidand\n\nBut dont think that G won't murder man\nIm like fam this ain't an act its all actual shit that ive done\n\nShit that ive did\nShit that im gonna do\nShit that I think\nSome man are putting it on its not at all natural\n\nStop all the bad boy poses, none of you are bad boys bad boys know this\nYour looking for a scar on your face and basing the voices\nBut we know your still moist bitch\nBeef I advoid it, its pointless, but ive been poisoned\n\nMan the mount ive been living in, man are on the killing ting\nLike we live where the oil is\n, My bloods boiling, man wanna wet me up\nBut I've already been anointed, and so my only choice is\n\nTake this shit like a toilet\nOr go hard like a coin is\nSo now im in deep like oysters\nIm looking at certain man (what)\n\nAnd I can see what the 'roids did, but im not gonna take that route\nSkinny nigger with an 8-pack how? (how?)\nHead to knees then lay back down, 150 times a day\nIts hard to maintain that wow\n\nPump up, tone up, weights in a gym\nDun book a donut straight in the chin\nDun fucks, roll up, waving a ting\nOne buzz, hold up, blaze and a win\n\nNever hit anyone or anything\nNever hit anything or anyone\nOk check 1, 2 gun to the head (bang), packbacks a bitch (bang), I ain't one to forget (bang)\nSo ill spray it and split, when forensics got the scene and saw the bruise they say it must be a tech\nYeah, must be a tech\nNames G-H and im fucked in the head","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Artillery\n  artist: Ghetts\n  album: The Calm Before the Storm\n  duration_ms: 238000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  So its hard to get rid of me\n  Say im a marked man but they ain't marking me physically\n  I'm a pace setter so im starting it instantly\n  A-a-artillery\n  A-a-artillery\n  A-a-artillery\n\n  So its hard to get rid of me\n  Millitant man with a brilliant plan I might plead it innocent hang\n  On thats a hooligan scam, but the only william can\n  Pull it off I can pull off a trillion fam\n\n  No fluke no incident dont you ever think the only killer is kam\n  Im sicker with a stick than sam\n  When hes chasing everybody letting of a shotgun\n  There goes another hot when its curry (woah)\n\n  You better hurry (home) dum dum setting dummies (mould)\n  Unlucky (homes) im old school like a runny (nose)\n  Strap on the stage when I spit but I dont need that 2 duppy (shows)\n  And im no bodys hubby (so) if you see me with a slutty (ho)\n\n  Give us a quick one like can we (go)\n  Back to the war so many enemies on my case that I can't relax anymore\n  Theyre all talking no bodys telling me to my face maybe cos im carrying a sword\n  Deadman walking the cemetry awaits\n\n  Im enganged to my gun so im marrying a whore\n  Non stop letting off when I draw black bags outside like a charity store\n  But there ain't no clothes in them\n  Just bodies with holes in them\n\n  One, two, three loads of them\n  Four, five, six casket closed for them\n  789 let me reload again im stone cold\n  My face ain't got no emotion and my foes know when I comes to the beef im sub-zero\n\n  'Cause there on a frozen ting\n  Hands in the air when my mandem appear\n  Sometimes I wake up like damn my career, im a scorcher its a ransom affair\n  There ain't a man that I fear, cos I can make a man disappear for a grand be aware\n\n  Theres man that would do that gladly, keep going on like you dont actually care\n  And I swear theyll have your whole family scared\n  Youll see the insanity clear\n  Picture that like a gallery queer\n\n  Forsee the future. or see the shooter. surely remove the brain out the back of your head for feeling super\n  Like nothin can't dent clark kent well ill be the type to attempt\n  Im lex luther, ill step to ya, world domination\n  Get used to the fact that im back and im'a let loose an atomic bomb the size of st lucia\n\n  Wait thats an exaggeration\n  But when it comes to my gun its mastabation\n  Its buzzing and if you dont know ill fill a nigga in like an application\n  This ain't american X but its teeth on the curb thatll snap the pavement\n\n  Im going on like I can't wait to die\n  Yeah well, I never had any patience\n  Man will be waiting outside in the car, niggers outside in the yard\n  I got man parrallel, diagonal and adjacent\n\n  And I got tricks up my sleeve like fuckin paul daniels\n  I dont give a shit how many niggas your with prick there all candles\n  Ill light them up like a lighter does your defence ain't saying one\n  (Nah) call campbell, and rio ferdidand\n\n  But dont think that G won't murder man\n  Im like fam this ain't an act its all actual shit that ive done\n\n  Shit that ive did\n  Shit that im gonna do\n  Shit that I think\n  Some man are putting it on its not at all natural\n\n  Stop all the bad boy poses, none of you are bad boys bad boys know this\n  Your looking for a scar on your face and basing the voices\n  But we know your still moist bitch\n  Beef I advoid it, its pointless, but ive been poisoned\n\n  Man the mount ive been living in, man are on the killing ting\n  Like we live where the oil is\n  , My bloods boiling, man wanna wet me up\n  But I've already been anointed, and so my only choice is\n\n  Take this shit like a toilet\n  Or go hard like a coin is\n  So now im in deep like oysters\n  Im looking at certain man (what)\n\n  And I can see what the 'roids did, but im not gonna take that route\n  Skinny nigger with an 8-pack how? (how?)\n  Head to knees then lay back down, 150 times a day\n  Its hard to maintain that wow\n\n  Pump up, tone up, weights in a gym\n  Dun book a donut straight in the chin\n  Dun fucks, roll up, waving a ting\n  One buzz, hold up, blaze and a win\n\n  Never hit anyone or anything\n  Never hit anything or anyone\n  Ok check 1, 2 gun to the head (bang), packbacks a bitch (bang), I ain't one to forget (bang)\n  So ill spray it and split, when forensics got the scene and saw the bruise they say it must be a tech\n  Yeah, must be a tech\n  Names G-H and im fucked in the head\n"},{"id":9365645,"name":"Artillery","trackName":"Artillery","artistName":"Ghetts","albumName":"The Calm Before the Storm","duration":237.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"And no other bumbaclart war with\nMe now my darg yo\nYou know why? Ha\nAr, Ar, Artillery\nSo it's hard to get rid of me\nNiggas say I'm a marked man but\nThey ain't marking me physically\nI'm a pace setter so\nI'm starting it instantly ar, Ar, Artillery\nAr, Ar, Artillery ar, Ar, Artillery\nSo it's hard to get rid of me\nMilitant man with a brilliant plan\nI might play the innocent hand\nThat's a William scam\nBut not only William can\nPull it off, I can pull off a trillion fam\nNo fluke, no incident\nDon't you ever think the only killer is Cam\nI'm sicker with a stick than Sam\nWhen he's chasing a buddy\nLetting off a shotgun\nThere goes another hot one\nIt's curry woah, you better hurry home\nDumb dumb sit in dummies bones\nUnlucky homes\nI'm old school like a runny nose\nStrap on the stage when I spit\nBut I don't need that to duppy shows\nAnd I'm nobody's hubby so\nIf you see me with a slutty hoe\nYou know it's a quick one like 'come we go'\nBack to the war so many enemies on my case\nThat I can't relax anymore\nThey're all talking nobody's telling\nMe to my face\nMaybe 'cause I'm carrying a sword\nDeadman walking the cemetery await's\nI'm engaged to my gun so I'm marrying a whore\nNon-stop letting off when I draw\nBlack bags outside like a charity store\nBut there ain't no clothes in 'em\nJust bodies with holes in 'em\n1, 2, 3, loads of them\n4, 5, 6, casket closed for them\n7, 8, 9, let me reload again, I'm stone cold\nMy face ain't got no emotion and\nMy foes know when I comes\nTo the beef I'm sub-zero\n'Cause they're on a frozen ting\nHands in the air when the mandem appear\nSometimes I wake up like \"Damn my career\"\nI'm Scorcher it's a ransom affair\nThere ain't a man that I fear\n'Cause I can make a man disappear\nFor a grand, be aware\nThere's man that would do that gladly\nKeep going on like you don't actually care\nAnd I swear they'll have\nYour whole family scared\nYou'll see the insanity clear\nPicture that like a gallery queer\nForesee the future or see the shooter\nSurely remove ya\nBrain out the back of your head\nFor feeling super\nLike nuttin' can't dent Clark Kent\nWell I'll be the type to attempt\nI'm Lex Luther, I'll step to ya\nWorld domination, get used to\nThe fact that I'm back and I'mma let loose\nAn atomic bomb the size of St lucia\nWait that's an exaggeration\nBut when it comes to my gun it's masturbation\nIts bussing and if you don't know\nI'll fill a nigga in like an application\nThis ain't American X\nBut it's teeth on the curb\nNow smack the pavement\nI'm going on like I can't wait to die\nYeah well, I never had any patience\nMan'll be waiting outside in the car\nNiggas outside of ya yard\nI got man parallel, diagonal and adjacent\nAll angles and I got tricks up my\nSleeve like big Paul Daniels\nI don't give a shit how\nMany niggas you're with, prick\nThey're all candles\nI'll light 'em up like a lighter does\nYour defence ain't saying one\nCall Campbell, and Rio Ferdinand\nBut don't think that G won't murder man\nI'm like fam this ain't an\nAct it's all actual\nShit that I've done, shit that I did\nShit that I'm gonna do, shit that I think\nSome man are putting it on\nIt's not at all natural\nStop all the bad boy poses\nNone of you are bad boys, bad boys know this\nYou can put a scar on your\nFace and base in your voices\nBut we know you're still moist, bitch\nBeef I'd rather avoid it, it's pointless\nBut I've been poisoned\nBy the manor I've been living in\nMan are on the killing ting like\nWe live where the oil is my blood's boiling\nMan wanna wet me up but\nI've already been anointed\nSo my only choice is\nIs take this shit like a toilet\nOr go hard like a coin is\nSo now I'm in deep like oysters\nI'm looking at certain man (What)\nAnd I can see what the 'roids did\nBut I'm not gonna take that route\nSkinny nigga with an 8 pack, how? (How?)\nHead to knees then lay back down\n150 times a day\nIt's hard to maintain that, wow\nPump up, tone up, weights in a gym\nGun buck a doughnut straight in the chin\nDumb fucks, roll up, waving a ting\nOne buss, hold up, blaze in the wind\nNever hit anyone or anything\nNever hit anything or anyone\nOkay check 1, 2 gun to the head (Bang)\nPayback's a bitch (Bang)\nI ain't one to forget (Bang)\nSo I'll spray that and split\nWhen forensics got to the scene\nAnd saw the wounds\nThey said \"It must be a TEC\"\nYeah, must be a TEC\nNames G-H and I'm fucked in the head","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Artillery\n  artist: Ghetts\n  album: The Calm Before the Storm\n  duration_ms: 237000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  And no other bumbaclart war with\n  Me now my darg yo\n  You know why? Ha\n  Ar, Ar, Artillery\n  So it's hard to get rid of me\n  Niggas say I'm a marked man but\n  They ain't marking me physically\n  I'm a pace setter so\n  I'm starting it instantly ar, Ar, Artillery\n  Ar, Ar, Artillery ar, Ar, Artillery\n  So it's hard to get rid of me\n  Militant man with a brilliant plan\n  I might play the innocent hand\n  That's a William scam\n  But not only William can\n  Pull it off, I can pull off a trillion fam\n  No fluke, no incident\n  Don't you ever think the only killer is Cam\n  I'm sicker with a stick than Sam\n  When he's chasing a buddy\n  Letting off a shotgun\n  There goes another hot one\n  It's curry woah, you better hurry home\n  Dumb dumb sit in dummies bones\n  Unlucky homes\n  I'm old school like a runny nose\n  Strap on the stage when I spit\n  But I don't need that to duppy shows\n  And I'm nobody's hubby so\n  If you see me with a slutty hoe\n  You know it's a quick one like 'come we go'\n  Back to the war so many enemies on my case\n  That I can't relax anymore\n  They're all talking nobody's telling\n  Me to my face\n  Maybe 'cause I'm carrying a sword\n  Deadman walking the cemetery await's\n  I'm engaged to my gun so I'm marrying a whore\n  Non-stop letting off when I draw\n  Black bags outside like a charity store\n  But there ain't no clothes in 'em\n  Just bodies with holes in 'em\n  1, 2, 3, loads of them\n  4, 5, 6, casket closed for them\n  7, 8, 9, let me reload again, I'm stone cold\n  My face ain't got no emotion and\n  My foes know when I comes\n  To the beef I'm sub-zero\n  'Cause they're on a frozen ting\n  Hands in the air when the mandem appear\n  Sometimes I wake up like \"Damn my career\"\n  I'm Scorcher it's a ransom affair\n  There ain't a man that I fear\n  'Cause I can make a man disappear\n  For a grand, be aware\n  There's man that would do that gladly\n  Keep going on like you don't actually care\n  And I swear they'll have\n  Your whole family scared\n  You'll see the insanity clear\n  Picture that like a gallery queer\n  Foresee the future or see the shooter\n  Surely remove ya\n  Brain out the back of your head\n  For feeling super\n  Like nuttin' can't dent Clark Kent\n  Well I'll be the type to attempt\n  I'm Lex Luther, I'll step to ya\n  World domination, get used to\n  The fact that I'm back and I'mma let loose\n  An atomic bomb the size of St lucia\n  Wait that's an exaggeration\n  But when it comes to my gun it's masturbation\n  Its bussing and if you don't know\n  I'll fill a nigga in like an application\n  This ain't American X\n  But it's teeth on the curb\n  Now smack the pavement\n  I'm going on like I can't wait to die\n  Yeah well, I never had any patience\n  Man'll be waiting outside in the car\n  Niggas outside of ya yard\n  I got man parallel, diagonal and adjacent\n  All angles and I got tricks up my\n  Sleeve like big Paul Daniels\n  I don't give a shit how\n  Many niggas you're with, prick\n  They're all candles\n  I'll light 'em up like a lighter does\n  Your defence ain't saying one\n  Call Campbell, and Rio Ferdinand\n  But don't think that G won't murder man\n  I'm like fam this ain't an\n  Act it's all actual\n  Shit that I've done, shit that I did\n  Shit that I'm gonna do, shit that I think\n  Some man are putting it on\n  It's not at all natural\n  Stop all the bad boy poses\n  None of you are bad boys, bad boys know this\n  You can put a scar on your\n  Face and base in your voices\n  But we know you're still moist, bitch\n  Beef I'd rather avoid it, it's pointless\n  But I've been poisoned\n  By the manor I've been living in\n  Man are on the killing ting like\n  We live where the oil is my blood's boiling\n  Man wanna wet me up but\n  I've already been anointed\n  So my only choice is\n  Is take this shit like a toilet\n  Or go hard like a coin is\n  So now I'm in deep like oysters\n  I'm looking at certain man (What)\n  And I can see what the 'roids did\n  But I'm not gonna take that route\n  Skinny nigga with an 8 pack, how? (How?)\n  Head to knees then lay back down\n  150 times a day\n  It's hard to maintain that, wow\n  Pump up, tone up, weights in a gym\n  Gun buck a doughnut straight in the chin\n  Dumb fucks, roll up, waving a ting\n  One buss, hold up, blaze in the wind\n  Never hit anyone or anything\n  Never hit anything or anyone\n  Okay check 1, 2 gun to the head (Bang)\n  Payback's a bitch (Bang)\n  I ain't one to forget (Bang)\n  So I'll spray that and split\n  When forensics got to the scene\n  And saw the wounds\n  They said \"It must be a TEC\"\n  Yeah, must be a TEC\n  Names G-H and I'm fucked in the head\n"},{"id":36003900,"name":"Artillery","trackName":"Artillery","artistName":"Ghetts","albumName":"The Calm Before the Storm","duration":242.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"And no other bumbaclart war with\nMe now my darg yo\nYou know why? Ha\nAr, Ar, Artillery\nSo it's hard to get rid of me\nNiggas say I'm a marked man but\nThey ain't marking me physically\nI'm a pace setter so\nI'm starting it instantly ar, Ar, Artillery\nAr, Ar, Artillery ar, Ar, Artillery\nSo it's hard to get rid of me\nMilitant man with a brilliant plan\nI might play the innocent hand\nThat's a William scam\nBut not only William can\nPull it off, I can pull off a trillion fam\nNo fluke, no incident\nDon't you ever think the only killer is Cam\nI'm sicker with a stick than Sam\nWhen he's chasing a buddy\nLetting off a shotgun\nThere goes another hot one\nIt's curry woah, you better hurry home\nDumb dumb sit in dummies bones\nUnlucky homes\nI'm old school like a runny nose\nStrap on the stage when I spit\nBut I don't need that to duppy shows\nAnd I'm nobody's hubby so\nIf you see me with a slutty hoe\nYou know it's a quick one like 'come we go'\nBack to the war so many enemies on my case\nThat I can't relax anymore\nThey're all talking nobody's telling\nMe to my face\nMaybe 'cause I'm carrying a sword\nDeadman walking the cemetery await's\nI'm engaged to my gun so I'm marrying a whore\nNon-stop letting off when I draw\nBlack bags outside like a charity store\nBut there ain't no clothes in 'em\nJust bodies with holes in 'em\n1, 2, 3, loads of them\n4, 5, 6, casket closed for them\n7, 8, 9, let me reload again, I'm stone cold\nMy face ain't got no emotion and\nMy foes know when I comes\nTo the beef I'm sub-zero\n'Cause they're on a frozen ting\nHands in the air when the mandem appear\nSometimes I wake up like \"Damn my career\"\nI'm Scorcher it's a ransom affair\nThere ain't a man that I fear\n'Cause I can make a man disappear\nFor a grand, be aware\nThere's man that would do that gladly\nKeep going on like you don't actually care\nAnd I swear they'll have\nYour whole family scared\nYou'll see the insanity clear\nPicture that like a gallery queer\nForesee the future or see the shooter\nSurely remove ya\nBrain out the back of your head\nFor feeling super\nLike nuttin' can't dent Clark Kent\nWell I'll be the type to attempt\nI'm Lex Luther, I'll step to ya\nWorld domination, get used to\nThe fact that I'm back and I'mma let loose\nAn atomic bomb the size of St lucia\nWait that's an exaggeration\nBut when it comes to my gun it's masturbation\nIts bussing and if you don't know\nI'll fill a nigga in like an application\nThis ain't American X\nBut it's teeth on the curb\nNow smack the pavement\nI'm going on like I can't wait to die\nYeah well, I never had any patience\nMan'll be waiting outside in the car\nNiggas outside of ya yard\nI got man parallel, diagonal and adjacent\nAll angles and I got tricks up my\nSleeve like big Paul Daniels\nI don't give a shit how\nMany niggas you're with, prick\nThey're all candles\nI'll light 'em up like a lighter does\nYour defence ain't saying one\nCall Campbell, and Rio Ferdinand\nBut don't think that G won't murder man\nI'm like fam this ain't an\nAct it's all actual\nShit that I've done, shit that I did\nShit that I'm gonna do, shit that I think\nSome man are putting it on\nIt's not at all natural\nStop all the bad boy poses\nNone of you are bad boys, bad boys know this\nYou can put a scar on your\nFace and base in your voices\nBut we know you're still moist, bitch\nBeef I'd rather avoid it, it's pointless\nBut I've been poisoned\nBy the manor I've been living in\nMan are on the killing ting like\nWe live where the oil is my blood's boiling\nMan wanna wet me up but\nI've already been anointed\nSo my only choice is\nIs take this shit like a toilet\nOr go hard like a coin is\nSo now I'm in deep like oysters\nI'm looking at certain man (What)\nAnd I can see what the 'roids did\nBut I'm not gonna take that route\nSkinny nigga with an 8 pack, how? (How?)\nHead to knees then lay back down\n150 times a day\nIt's hard to maintain that, wow\nPump up, tone up, weights in a gym\nGun buck a doughnut straight in the chin\nDumb fucks, roll up, waving a ting\nOne buss, hold up, blaze in the wind\nNever hit anyone or anything\nNever hit anything or anyone\nOkay check 1, 2 gun to the head (Bang)\nPayback's a bitch (Bang)\nI ain't one to forget (Bang)\nSo I'll spray that and split\nWhen forensics got to the scene\nAnd saw the wounds\nThey said \"It must be a TEC\"\nYeah, must be a TEC\nNames G-H and I'm fucked in the head","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Artillery\n  artist: Ghetts\n  album: The Calm Before the Storm\n  duration_ms: 242000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  And no other bumbaclart war with\n  Me now my darg yo\n  You know why? Ha\n  Ar, Ar, Artillery\n  So it's hard to get rid of me\n  Niggas say I'm a marked man but\n  They ain't marking me physically\n  I'm a pace setter so\n  I'm starting it instantly ar, Ar, Artillery\n  Ar, Ar, Artillery ar, Ar, Artillery\n  So it's hard to get rid of me\n  Militant man with a brilliant plan\n  I might play the innocent hand\n  That's a William scam\n  But not only William can\n  Pull it off, I can pull off a trillion fam\n  No fluke, no incident\n  Don't you ever think the only killer is Cam\n  I'm sicker with a stick than Sam\n  When he's chasing a buddy\n  Letting off a shotgun\n  There goes another hot one\n  It's curry woah, you better hurry home\n  Dumb dumb sit in dummies bones\n  Unlucky homes\n  I'm old school like a runny nose\n  Strap on the stage when I spit\n  But I don't need that to duppy shows\n  And I'm nobody's hubby so\n  If you see me with a slutty hoe\n  You know it's a quick one like 'come we go'\n  Back to the war so many enemies on my case\n  That I can't relax anymore\n  They're all talking nobody's telling\n  Me to my face\n  Maybe 'cause I'm carrying a sword\n  Deadman walking the cemetery await's\n  I'm engaged to my gun so I'm marrying a whore\n  Non-stop letting off when I draw\n  Black bags outside like a charity store\n  But there ain't no clothes in 'em\n  Just bodies with holes in 'em\n  1, 2, 3, loads of them\n  4, 5, 6, casket closed for them\n  7, 8, 9, let me reload again, I'm stone cold\n  My face ain't got no emotion and\n  My foes know when I comes\n  To the beef I'm sub-zero\n  'Cause they're on a frozen ting\n  Hands in the air when the mandem appear\n  Sometimes I wake up like \"Damn my career\"\n  I'm Scorcher it's a ransom affair\n  There ain't a man that I fear\n  'Cause I can make a man disappear\n  For a grand, be aware\n  There's man that would do that gladly\n  Keep going on like you don't actually care\n  And I swear they'll have\n  Your whole family scared\n  You'll see the insanity clear\n  Picture that like a gallery queer\n  Foresee the future or see the shooter\n  Surely remove ya\n  Brain out the back of your head\n  For feeling super\n  Like nuttin' can't dent Clark Kent\n  Well I'll be the type to attempt\n  I'm Lex Luther, I'll step to ya\n  World domination, get used to\n  The fact that I'm back and I'mma let loose\n  An atomic bomb the size of St lucia\n  Wait that's an exaggeration\n  But when it comes to my gun it's masturbation\n  Its bussing and if you don't know\n  I'll fill a nigga in like an application\n  This ain't American X\n  But it's teeth on the curb\n  Now smack the pavement\n  I'm going on like I can't wait to die\n  Yeah well, I never had any patience\n  Man'll be waiting outside in the car\n  Niggas outside of ya yard\n  I got man parallel, diagonal and adjacent\n  All angles and I got tricks up my\n  Sleeve like big Paul Daniels\n  I don't give a shit how\n  Many niggas you're with, prick\n  They're all candles\n  I'll light 'em up like a lighter does\n  Your defence ain't saying one\n  Call Campbell, and Rio Ferdinand\n  But don't think that G won't murder man\n  I'm like fam this ain't an\n  Act it's all actual\n  Shit that I've done, shit that I did\n  Shit that I'm gonna do, shit that I think\n  Some man are putting it on\n  It's not at all natural\n  Stop all the bad boy poses\n  None of you are bad boys, bad boys know this\n  You can put a scar on your\n  Face and base in your voices\n  But we know you're still moist, bitch\n  Beef I'd rather avoid it, it's pointless\n  But I've been poisoned\n  By the manor I've been living in\n  Man are on the killing ting like\n  We live where the oil is my blood's boiling\n  Man wanna wet me up but\n  I've already been anointed\n  So my only choice is\n  Is take this shit like a toilet\n  Or go hard like a coin is\n  So now I'm in deep like oysters\n  I'm looking at certain man (What)\n  And I can see what the 'roids did\n  But I'm not gonna take that route\n  Skinny nigga with an 8 pack, how? (How?)\n  Head to knees then lay back down\n  150 times a day\n  It's hard to maintain that, wow\n  Pump up, tone up, weights in a gym\n  Gun buck a doughnut straight in the chin\n  Dumb fucks, roll up, waving a ting\n  One buss, hold up, blaze in the wind\n  Never hit anyone or anything\n  Never hit anything or anyone\n  Okay check 1, 2 gun to the head (Bang)\n  Payback's a bitch (Bang)\n  I ain't one to forget (Bang)\n  So I'll spray that and split\n  When forensics got to the scene\n  And saw the wounds\n  They said \"It must be a TEC\"\n  Yeah, must be a TEC\n  Names G-H and I'm fucked in the head\n"},{"id":31984386,"name":"Artillery [Explicit]","trackName":"Artillery [Explicit]","artistName":"Ghetts","albumName":"Needs Organising","duration":237.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"So its hard to get rid of me\nSay im a marked man but they ain't marking me physically\nI'm a pace setter so im starting it instantly\nA-a-artillery\nA-a-artillery\nA-a-artillery\n\nSo its hard to get rid of me\nMillitant man with a brilliant plan I might plead it innocent hang\nOn thats a hooligan scam, but the only william can\nPull it off I can pull off a trillion fam\n\nNo fluke no incident dont you ever think the only killer is kam\nIm sicker with a stick than sam\nWhen hes chasing everybody letting of a shotgun\nThere goes another hot when its curry (woah)\n\nYou better hurry (home) dum dum setting dummies (mould)\nUnlucky (homes) im old school like a runny (nose)\nStrap on the stage when I spit but I dont need that 2 duppy (shows)\nAnd im no bodys hubby (so) if you see me with a slutty (ho)\n\nGive us a quick one like can we (go)\nBack to the war so many enemies on my case that I can't relax anymore\nTheyre all talking no bodys telling me to my face maybe cos im carrying a sword\nDeadman walking the cemetry awaits\n\nIm enganged to my gun so im marrying a whore\nNon stop letting off when I draw black bags outside like a charity store\nBut there ain't no clothes in them\nJust bodies with holes in them\n\nOne, two, three loads of them\nFour, five, six casket closed for them\n789 let me reload again im stone cold\nMy face ain't got no emotion and my foes know when I comes to the beef im sub-zero\n\n'Cause there on a frozen ting\nHands in the air when my mandem appear\nSometimes I wake up like damn my career, im a scorcher its a ransom affair\nThere ain't a man that I fear, cos I can make a man disappear for a grand be aware\n\nTheres man that would do that gladly, keep going on like you dont actually care\nAnd I swear theyll have your whole family scared\nYoull see the insanity clear\nPicture that like a gallery queer\n\nForsee the future. or see the shooter. surely remove the brain out the back of your head for feeling super\nLike nothin can't dent clark kent well ill be the type to attempt\nIm lex luther, ill step to ya, world domination\nGet used to the fact that im back and im'a let loose an atomic bomb the size of st lucia\n\nWait thats an exaggeration\nBut when it comes to my gun its mastabation\nIts buzzing and if you dont know ill fill a nigga in like an application\nThis ain't american X but its teeth on the curb thatll snap the pavement\n\nIm going on like I can't wait to die\nYeah well, I never had any patience\nMan will be waiting outside in the car, niggers outside in the yard\nI got man parrallel, diagonal and adjacent\n\nAnd I got tricks up my sleeve like fuckin paul daniels\nI dont give a shit how many niggas your with prick there all candles\nIll light them up like a lighter does your defence ain't saying one\n(Nah) call campbell, and rio ferdidand\n\nBut dont think that G won't murder man\nIm like fam this ain't an act its all actual shit that ive done\n\nShit that ive did\nShit that im gonna do\nShit that I think\nSome man are putting it on its not at all natural\n\nStop all the bad boy poses, none of you are bad boys bad boys know this\nYour looking for a scar on your face and basing the voices\nBut we know your still moist bitch\nBeef I advoid it, its pointless, but ive been poisoned\n\nMan the mount ive been living in, man are on the killing ting\nLike we live where the oil is\n, My bloods boiling, man wanna wet me up\nBut I've already been anointed, and so my only choice is\n\nTake this shit like a toilet\nOr go hard like a coin is\nSo now im in deep like oysters\nIm looking at certain man (what)\n\nAnd I can see what the 'roids did, but im not gonna take that route\nSkinny nigger with an 8-pack how? (how?)\nHead to knees then lay back down, 150 times a day\nIts hard to maintain that wow\n\nPump up, tone up, weights in a gym\nDun book a donut straight in the chin\nDun fucks, roll up, waving a ting\nOne buzz, hold up, blaze and a win\n\nNever hit anyone or anything\nNever hit anything or anyone\nOk check 1, 2 gun to the head (bang), packbacks a bitch (bang), I ain't one to forget (bang)\nSo ill spray it and split, when forensics got the scene and saw the bruise they say it must be a tech\nYeah, must be a tech\nNames G-H and im fucked in the head","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Artillery [Explicit]\n  artist: Ghetts\n  album: Needs Organising\n  duration_ms: 237000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  So its hard to get rid of me\n  Say im a marked man but they ain't marking me physically\n  I'm a pace setter so im starting it instantly\n  A-a-artillery\n  A-a-artillery\n  A-a-artillery\n\n  So its hard to get rid of me\n  Millitant man with a brilliant plan I might plead it innocent hang\n  On thats a hooligan scam, but the only william can\n  Pull it off I can pull off a trillion fam\n\n  No fluke no incident dont you ever think the only killer is kam\n  Im sicker with a stick than sam\n  When hes chasing everybody letting of a shotgun\n  There goes another hot when its curry (woah)\n\n  You better hurry (home) dum dum setting dummies (mould)\n  Unlucky (homes) im old school like a runny (nose)\n  Strap on the stage when I spit but I dont need that 2 duppy (shows)\n  And im no bodys hubby (so) if you see me with a slutty (ho)\n\n  Give us a quick one like can we (go)\n  Back to the war so many enemies on my case that I can't relax anymore\n  Theyre all talking no bodys telling me to my face maybe cos im carrying a sword\n  Deadman walking the cemetry awaits\n\n  Im enganged to my gun so im marrying a whore\n  Non stop letting off when I draw black bags outside like a charity store\n  But there ain't no clothes in them\n  Just bodies with holes in them\n\n  One, two, three loads of them\n  Four, five, six casket closed for them\n  789 let me reload again im stone cold\n  My face ain't got no emotion and my foes know when I comes to the beef im sub-zero\n\n  'Cause there on a frozen ting\n  Hands in the air when my mandem appear\n  Sometimes I wake up like damn my career, im a scorcher its a ransom affair\n  There ain't a man that I fear, cos I can make a man disappear for a grand be aware\n\n  Theres man that would do that gladly, keep going on like you dont actually care\n  And I swear theyll have your whole family scared\n  Youll see the insanity clear\n  Picture that like a gallery queer\n\n  Forsee the future. or see the shooter. surely remove the brain out the back of your head for feeling super\n  Like nothin can't dent clark kent well ill be the type to attempt\n  Im lex luther, ill step to ya, world domination\n  Get used to the fact that im back and im'a let loose an atomic bomb the size of st lucia\n\n  Wait thats an exaggeration\n  But when it comes to my gun its mastabation\n  Its buzzing and if you dont know ill fill a nigga in like an application\n  This ain't american X but its teeth on the curb thatll snap the pavement\n\n  Im going on like I can't wait to die\n  Yeah well, I never had any patience\n  Man will be waiting outside in the car, niggers outside in the yard\n  I got man parrallel, diagonal and adjacent\n\n  And I got tricks up my sleeve like fuckin paul daniels\n  I dont give a shit how many niggas your with prick there all candles\n  Ill light them up like a lighter does your defence ain't saying one\n  (Nah) call campbell, and rio ferdidand\n\n  But dont think that G won't murder man\n  Im like fam this ain't an act its all actual shit that ive done\n\n  Shit that ive did\n  Shit that im gonna do\n  Shit that I think\n  Some man are putting it on its not at all natural\n\n  Stop all the bad boy poses, none of you are bad boys bad boys know this\n  Your looking for a scar on your face and basing the voices\n  But we know your still moist bitch\n  Beef I advoid it, its pointless, but ive been poisoned\n\n  Man the mount ive been living in, man are on the killing ting\n  Like we live where the oil is\n  , My bloods boiling, man wanna wet me up\n  But I've already been anointed, and so my only choice is\n\n  Take this shit like a toilet\n  Or go hard like a coin is\n  So now im in deep like oysters\n  Im looking at certain man (what)\n\n  And I can see what the 'roids did, but im not gonna take that route\n  Skinny nigger with an 8-pack how? (how?)\n  Head to knees then lay back down, 150 times a day\n  Its hard to maintain that wow\n\n  Pump up, tone up, weights in a gym\n  Dun book a donut straight in the chin\n  Dun fucks, roll up, waving a ting\n  One buzz, hold up, blaze and a win\n\n  Never hit anyone or anything\n  Never hit anything or anyone\n  Ok check 1, 2 gun to the head (bang), packbacks a bitch (bang), I ain't one to forget (bang)\n  So ill spray it and split, when forensics got the scene and saw the bruise they say it must be a tech\n  Yeah, must be a tech\n  Names G-H and im fucked in the head\n"}]