Dubplate Original Lyrics - Chase & Status

Dubplate Original 

When a veteran steps in the building, salute and respect from the children 

Then I salute the badman back cause a real nigga recognise realness 

These MCs can't back-to-back it 

I've been racking up bodies since Raskit's Jordan jacket 

Black tracksuit and a ratchet 

Butterfly knife in the baggies 

Hard knock life, no Annie 

Stand one night, I'm smashing 

I ain't got time for no rally 

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Take all the gyal and dollar the gyal 

Psst. I'm a Yardie, that's how I call a gyal 

Check 1-2 mic and a one tune 

Man spudded you then spurned you 

Can't undo history, I've written too much to be written off, young youts 

We're some kings drinking ace, that's pontoon 

Up Bond street. Bond suits 

That's lyrical kung fu 

Let me bump tunes. And they split like the sun roof 

The gangsters must approve and theyre waiting for the bus youts 

Then the ends say I've got one (Bop, Bop) 

Rudeboy, wheel it again cause all them people fi dead 

The harder them MCs came, the harder them MCs fell 

Them soundboys can't two for two it 

Man's been stacking up riddims from 7 inch Shabba and Loochie 

Dress code, Ones and twos it 

Church's? No, just do it 

Earnt this didn't win through it 

Purchase new, not newish 

Kettle on the wrist with the Tetley brewing 

Italian leather just flew in 

Might cop a white gold president Putin 

Rev at the lights, no tell em I'm Lewis 

But I'll open your door like "gentlemen do it" 

Phew! This one's called harassment 

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Line up the caskets 

I know Will wants the chorus 

I think Sol wants some adlibs 

I bet Rich wants the Royalties 

But Rach wants the gasment 

To done them fucking little bastards 

If he's the best, who's man then? 

Fucking hell, I'm Cassius 

Abu Dhabi madness 

Fookin held the zampers 

Crack open the champers 

For GT and them, that's mandem! 

Yeh, club full of wanksters 

Man act up, that's an ambulance 

Wheelchair bandits, 50 bags for the Barristers 

Yuck. Sounds fishy innit 

But fuck that shit, got bigger fish to fillet 

Then grab 60k for the 60 minutes 

Drunk all summer, that's liquid living 

High off life, no splif need billing 

Bigger sins here, talk big boy millions 

Axel Rod tryna get the billions 

Criminal affiliates, black caecilians 

Beef in the ends? Better grab some militants 

Wraps on deck make man so vigilant 

It's funny how death makes man so innocent 

Image thing, I ain't got time for the mumbling 

I wan' hundred 

No suits when I do lunch with pudding and punch 

With some of these bruddas so sunken 

Take a picture of them, If they ain't done shit 

When I see the pussy, I will grab the pussy but I ain't got time for the Trump shit 

Some boys just don't know levels but I ain't got time to explain it 

I ain't got time to explain it 

Don't ask me about beef in the basement, I ain't got time to explain it 

I'm your favourite's favourite's favourite 

But I ain't got time to explain it 

Touch road, man affi murk it 

Got my other bredrin wan arrange it 

And his chip won't free up the shotgun seat but I ain't got time to be faced it 

I ain't got time to explain it 

I ain't got time to... mad