Be Quiet [real version] Mr Traumatik

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Traumatik, I'm a major truth rhymer
My spirit animal's a sabre-toothed tiger
Piss me off, I'll stab you in the face with screwdrivers
And this world is run by some ancient huge spiders
I'm a lyricist, I ain't a shoe-shiner
I be making millions, you make a few fivers
I roll a zoot up, it takes up two grinders
I'm travelling the world, so I be tracing through China

Huh?
Huh?
What?
Ay
Why you wanna come round here, blud?
Why you wanna come round here?

Well, SHUT UP YOU THICK HAPPY QUIET CLAM
Shut up, 'cause if you phone the police or the fireman (snitch)
When they arrive I'll set fire to thе riot van
I'll burn your house down and blame it on the frying pan
Do you undеrstand? Do you need a diagram?
Do I really need to shank you in your diaphragm?
Over and over again until you're dying
Over and over and over again

Don't be envious, don't be jealous
Come through stinking of the lemon, they can smell us
Don't be envious, don't be jealous
Everybody wants to buy my acapellas
Don't be envious, don't be jealous
My music is lifting people up like propellers
Don't be envious, don't be jealous
My lyrics go over all your heads like umbrellas