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Flush Raw - P Money
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Flush Raw P Money

"Flush Raw" by P Money, released in 2014, is a #HipHop track that explores themes of street life, resilience, and authenticity. The lyrics convey a raw, unfiltered perspective on urban struggles and triumphs. Unique elements include a hard-hitting beat and clever wordplay, contributing to its cultural significance in the UK grime scene.

Flush Raw - P Money
[Verse]
Hello?
RIP N.E
Yo
One big move
Come to the yard, [?] the yard [?]
Black spray can, turn everything red
Anybody move, bang, everybody dead
If the Grime scene was one big move
Come to the yard, [?] the yard [?]
With a black spray can, turn everything red
Anybody move, bang, everybody dead
Dead, dead, code red
Blinding, too loud, you will go deaf
One lyric, two wheels like a moped
I've got the room schitzing more than a cokehead
Whеn I touch mic, everything elsе goes dead
I will never get wiped on my own set
I ain't got an ego
When your girl finishes, that's the only time I've got a blown head
Head, head, code red
Dangerous game, no rules, no ref'
I ain't gonna waste time looking for a brick
I'll put the whole wall on your whole head
Now you can play patball with your own head
I'm the best, fuck what so-and-so said
So if so-and-so thinks he's so hard
So-and-so will end up so dead
1 of the best, 2 over you
3 of your bredrins are owed 4 shots
In 5 minutes, I'll lick you for 6
7 seater, rolling with 8
9 milli', put you on the news at 10
I'll bury them by 11 past 12
Friday the 13th when I spray 1-4
Duppy sets with 15 16's
17 man can't test 1-8
Under 19s ain't gonna see 20
When I let 21 go from the 2-2
23 dead, 24 minutes
When I'm 25 going on 26
I want 27 yards, 28 whips
Everyday I shot 2-9's and 3-0's
At 3-1...
How ya mean?
Flush Raw TV
Yo
Turn this beat up more, turn it up more
Ay
F off
Go take a wrong turning
Get lost
I call my new 9 milli' a shiners cah it will literally lick heads off
Dickhead, F off
Go take a wrong turning
Get lost
I call my new 9 milli' a shiners cah it will literally lick heads off
Yo
Sha-ta-ta-ta
Before the ting goes ra-ta-ta-ta
When I've got a .9 it's like paparazzi
Click, flash, pa-pa-pa-pa
Bone, marrow, sha-ta-ta-ta
Shoot from range, Ka-ka-ka-ka
I ain't scared of your MAC-10 lyric
Your one jams, cla-cla-cla-cla
Cla-cla-cla
Did you see me on stage at Ma-ta
You can have a sick CD
When me and Blacks' drops, yours won't ma-ta-ta-ta
On my spot like Ja-ca-ca-ca
No work rate, you're a slack-ka-ka-ka
Girls love me 'cause I'm Grime but I still Stay Fresh like Ma-ca-ca-ca
'Cause I beat the tune
I said I'm P, I beat the tune
If any MC come in here shouting
Head GONE, left the room
I said I'm P, I beat the tune
I said I'm P, I beat the tune
And If an MC come in here-
Oi, shutup
Oi, Flush Raw
OGz in the building
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