Текст Ghetts – Shellington Crescent

Intro:
Sounds of the- (shelling)

Ghetts:
Who the fuck wants corn?

Chip:
On form all season
Don’t give man a reason
He was on lyrical beefing
Third course in, turned vegan
Shelling, rebellion
Rather get you then forget it
I don’t play watch the throne, even kings get beheaded
Still young, got no will
Nickname got no chill
Man know I’m seasoned still
I fry, bake and grill
Like what, him? For real? (joke ting)
If you won’t I will (no long)
Grime kid for real
But man’s skidi and dip when I drill drill drill drill, I
Teach man about shelling at record speed, what a legend
Stepped on me but I let him
PJs on when I dead him
Teenager would’ve murked you
Mutant Ninja tekkers, I’m a turtle
Protected by my shell and I can shell too
I can show or tell you, you don’t want (shelling)
Big Big Macs, I’m lovin’ it
Shell man down for the fun of it
Me vs the world, alright then
Man ah from planet, have none of it
Spiderman when I web MCs
But I ain’t no net MC
10 years still (shelling)
Them man are smoking bush, touch mic, just draw, no judge
Fuck around get a (shelling)

Ghetts:
S-H-E-double L
Skeng rage, forever I grill
MK’s whenever I shell
Set pace, and get in myself
Press play, get in my realm

Chip:
Sun’s coming, still murking
Got him blind, closed the curtains
Man don’t get bored of murking
Man he’s boring, I’ll murk him
Man don’t want none for certain

Ghetts:
Floor him and earth him
I throw earth when I earthed him
I do dirt, I’m determined
I do skrring and swerving
I do pull out, jump out in person disperse him

Chip:
I let it go, no jammin’
I do aim, do whammin’
On sight, boom-bamming
Bun and I’ll do damage
I do plan, not planet

Ghetts:
Shelly-Ann, big-belly gang
When I was 18, I already killed 20 man
Man ah man’s ambidextrous
I done bust my ting from any hand

Chip:
From the left to the right
Man press, you will not be left or right

Ghetts:
Too late now, no breading
What you want? Diesel or unleaded
Man get (shelling)