🎵 Testify // by Wretch 32

1 ContributorTestify Lyrics [Intro: Scorcher] Good production, Oscar Ha, listen [Verse: Scorcher & Wretch 32] Look, darg, let me testify I won't stop 'til you see me in the best of rhymes I wear XL clothes, come extra fly And if you ain't H or J Then I guess you ain't next to I Free Cel, darg, bless my line He got shift, he ain't testifying But same way, we make sure that the cheques are signed Shit we rhyming the best of grime It's due time, we're the next in line Them jеwels on your neck, they'rе mine And mek calls for your friends, it's fine Give me ten, I'll be there with nines And push smoke in the air like a sensi, bye They be smoking the rare while he's toking a tens of Thai And man will hold it, scope it and open your boat Like a pebs of white, then collect the stripes Cut a long story short, the moral is the end in time [?] angels'll collect your life Forget faithful, I sexed your wife It weren't painful, the sex was nice And she was grateful I spent the night And she'll be labelled a sket for life Yeah, and I ain't talking about a label in a jacket I'm talking 'bout a name that just ain't gonna vanish If you're breaking laws and facing four Darg, if you ain't hard body I pray you can manage I make food disappear like I'm trained in magic And yeah, we got cars but we're training with [?] Yeah, we've got broads but we ain't getting married But I still got a ring on the left hand I'm married to the game so you can say cling is the best man But she don't rock-a-fell, we put rocks on scales And that's how it will stay 'til we're locked in cells 'Til then, we'll spend money like there's no tomorrow We'll spend coins, then notes will follow But we don't want clothes, we just want chrome and hollows So when I make a move, soldiers follow With shells chrome in shell clothes with shell toes Send ten man to your girl's like Melrose Boot on the door where the mail goes Boot off the door like "hell's home", feel the heat Bite the toast, feel the teet We'll melt your butter and peel your cheek Feel bread 'fore we kill your seed 'Cause man will wet him, set him Plug in the wire, then peel the lead Think we're nice? Then you've been deceived We'll light him up like Christmas Eve Ha, and when I wire him up I'll flick the switch and fire him up Send his soul to the sky above They're like "32 and Sky are fucked" [Outro: Scorcher] I hope you're learning It's Teachers' F–king Training Day, Simply the F–king best It's a good production Oscar, alie? It's gonna be a fucking great season, I promise you See ya