Correction Lyrics Body Language by Youngs Teflon

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You notice how this gangster is getting himself a self hug, he's insecure, he's just been arrested. They're not these mythical figures, they're just like anybody else, they just, uh, have a gun to hurt you with
Uh, uh

When I see my brothers, I say, "Blessings be upon ya"
I'm learnin' body language cah it's treachery among us
I ain't ever sold it, I just left it with the runner
He won't ever run off, cah it's death before dishonour
I represent the rebels, we don't play for medals
Doublin' the limit, still foot upon the pedals
We're hit over some petty sh*t for flexin' all the muscle
A booter came to knock it, now they're pushin' up his petals
Jimmy what they call me
C*cky, never corny
I ain't gotta move, I'll get the boys to do it for me
Grew up with the lawless, Milkybar and Yorkie
Delegate the capos and the soldiers like I'm Paulie
A chargie on the yard with the apes and the brawlies
Said, "F**k Hakkasan," he comin' home and want some Morley's
Show man the glee and said he got it from a Geordie
And every other day, he gotta take it for a walkies

Took the .9 for walkies
Starz is what they call me
Religiously, I had it on me like door keys
Handshakes and hugs, that's the way we greet killas
Slip, Art Attack, and they'll crop you out the picture to get richer
ST champs league
Next division, at the stove, I gull it out the bowl like a exorcism
Mum told me 'bout these roles but I never listen
Now this free or she's in the motor on an expedition
My young boy itchin', he don't need a reason
Fifty K, bet he finds you like Liam Neeson
Notts where I'm from, they'll line you up for peanuts
You better feed the wolves if your P's are up
If I said it, I done it, you can polygraph it
Bro's dyslexic, but he'll still read your body language
Never break the street code, the G code (Uh)
Burner on me now like the heating's broke
I stare on the static
My n***as got a Colt, but he keep it in his jacket
Knew Mummy couldn't climb, I left my pebbles in the attic
They gon' act like they your brothers, but they bunny like a rabbit
I'm tapped, I'II do tutty
These n***as too cappy
Was sittin' in my cell, I sent the order like Papi
And they ain't bringin' cutters, three quid for the uh-uh
Still whippin' up that Can't Believe It's Not B***er

Five quid for the uh-uh
Nine quid for the broom
Eight hundred for the teeth
G, I coulda bought shoes, broom
Brought it outside, I'm domesticated
She buried her son before her mum, she's devastated
Trillion stars, that's devastation
They would be lit now too, but they end up hatin'
I taught 'em how to drink from the well
My guy crossed me like Jesus, Avon, and Stringer Bell, ah

If I delete you out the phone, then I'm done with ya
All white party, came in black like the Punisher
Trillion star, that's the problem, they can't deal with us
Broski hit the bank and fled town like John Dillinger
Like John Dillinger, Mad Max or similar
Writin' body counts on the walls, they're movin' sinister
Still plus four four, babes
Never store your number
Heart's been chrome before I wore the jumper

And when we look at faces, we don't realise how often we're giving information away as in this photograph, where you see the furrowing of the labella, you see the pursed lips. This guy really doesn't like the situation he's in. And so, they're tough guys, uh, you know, they brag a lot, but in the end, they always reveal something

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