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Swindle - BLOW YA TRUMPET feat. Knucks, Ghetts, Akala & Kojey Radical (Official Audio)

Official audio for BLOW YA TRUMPET by Swindle featuring Knucks, Ghetts, Akala & Kojey Radical. The new album THE NEW WORLD is out now: https://swindle.lnk.to/thenewworldID Watch THE NEW WORLD (Film) - http://swindle.lnk.to/filmID Stream BLOW YA TRUMPET now: https://swindle.lnk.to/blowyatrumpetID Lyrics: Verse: (Knucks) They say no man is an island But I left island Had to do my ting If I sense any sign in ya eye that ya trifflin It’s bye no fussing or fighting Seen all they drops the same already Seen the bussdowns n chains already Save ya drip made it rain already Pissed off cos my cup couldn’t take more Henny Let’s discuss it Wanna tell lies to the public Cool, if you like it I love it But true I’m that guy in the function Spit fire n leave shit alight like a bunsen Burner Manna grill beef, you don’t want this burger Money filthy, a disgusting earner Word up That’s ya luck it’s gone further Do a man like klashnekoff, It’s murder Getting doe on the front end Can’t take man for a prick no thorn I don’t need no horns I blow my own trumpet Thank road for the funding Only bro knows how it’s rolled into hundreds Lizzy gone rogue pink notes in abundance Did all my bicep curls n my lunges True say you ain’t ya self when ya hungreh Verse: (Ghetts) Coldest I don’t how you ain’t noticed Without Ghetts, there ain’t no list Your new shit’s like my old shit Your old shit was just so shit Hold it Who wants smoke, I’ll roll it Who wants rope, I’ll hold it Let’s play hangman How do I know you ain’t got no heart? X-ray and scan Them man haven’t been transparent But I know the minerals they’ve got missing Indirect often, indirect just bare subliminals they’ve got written I don’t wanna play fill in the blanks I’d rather play fill up the bank Easy think of a plan Meet me, pick up a shank. BP fill up the tank I was in the cold no comfort, Grade 8s in music that’s why I can blow my own trumpet I got news for the public, I got views for the pundits I’m a sell out. I ain’t got room for a hundred I can only look down on people who gossip I stay 22 rumours above them Fuck them! Verse: (Akala) When the beat it just drops And you screwing your face And you’re blowing your top A shot no fighter can block A weight nobody could spot Beats we are burning 'em London to Birmingham Course you’d have heard of 'em Fellers are shellers We’re perming them, permanent Jump on this plane, but just mind for the turbulence Plane we observing on So far above that it gets kinda burdensome They are not ready for shell that we’re serving them Food for your thought Now come swallow a murdering Gurgling, on your own blood, and it’s curdling Your stomach is weaker than Worzel is My word on it, I’m earning it The scriptures I speak, they’re just learning it Street shit. And deep shit Like ancient Egypt and 3 clips Like read this and take in your teachers If he flips then break face of idiots He’s quick to make pace coz he’s sick And these pricks, they gave chase But he slips Not a day in your life I tell you these grips, Blud, they grip on the track better than V6 And when I’ve written a rap I tell you these dicks They couldn’t buss if they gave em three chicks A whole load of crumpet No bro you don’t blow ya trumpet I roll over dunces I throw loads of punches Dickheads are lunches Verse: (Kojey) Back Back gimme space, gimme Got God got Jah with me. Why the devil want war with me? Why the devil wanna spar with me? I, been around been around for a sec. I, need TLC like Left Eye. When shit got peak, Man left I, Now my heart turn black like Wes Snipes. Sniper, watch a man shed skin like viper. Drop two two bars when I like her. No coming back like Rikers. All that drip but you’re not impressive. Spark my thoughts, Pen my lessons. Man can’t talk to much about blessings, Them man there might think I'm flexing. #Swindle #BlowYaTrumpet #TheNewWorld #Akala #KojeyRadical #Knucks