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lirik lagu p jam - spun a web

[intro: chris martin]
oh no, i see
a spider web is tangled up with me

[verse 1: big narstie]
wanna live to a old age, inspired by coldplay
seen too many cold days
confused in the present
but happier in the old days
once so good, turned so bad, it’s deep
it’s nuts, i’m thinking of the life i’ve had
from mistakes to risk takes, dvds, tv down to mixtapes
ok, so i spun a web, why not? you done it to me
and my people, yo, they put drugs in the hood, it’s deep
they put guns in the hood, but who cares?
who am i? another black statistic, classed as a dimwit
stereotyped to be in trouble ’cause of my appearance
so who’s the bully?
get stopped and searched for wearing a hoodie
get drapesed and boxed and thrown in the bully but
this is standard procedure
revolution is deeping, though, i’m a leader
follow me, follow who? follow the leader, i
feel more blue than peter
i skipped your web, i’m a cheater
like the jungle, i ain’t got fever
pocket’s tight, call me ebenezer
it’s emotional, rah, i need a breather
the accidents and mistakes will teach ya
huey newton, yo, i’m a preacher
conspiracy, expose the creatures
don’t get too close, nah, i’ma eat ya
your mind, fam, i’ll feed ya, feed ya
[chorus: chris martin]
they spun a web for me
and they spun a web for me
they spun a web for me
and they spun a web

[verse 2: shystie]
yo might get stripped with the heat in these bits
get jacked for your goods then sent to your strip
get lift for your chips, get the stick to your ribs
by black hoods, black gloves, blacked~out whips
get run up on like “give me that sh~t”
brap~brap~brap, then empty the clips
it’s nothing, you’ll get blazed like piff
by a black ski mask that fade in the mist
without no reason, they’ll end your breathing
man ah get moved like it’s duppy season
[?] n~~~~s get hit with triggers
but no snitching, [?]
it’s crazy, the manor’s dark
and the bodies get dropped when the hammer’s smart
so i sit and think “how long will this last”?
getting spun in a web, living life in the dark

[verse 3: l. man]
i wanna perform my music
in front of kings like duke ellington
express my feelings on jazz like bessie smith
kids screaming “there’s no one better than”
and plus i wanna ask god if he can turn back time
return gavin
and until i get my dreams
i stay in the struggle and keep losing muscle
surrounded by the same old hate
private numbers and death threats
slimy girls on the priv’ estates
wanna set me up but there’s nothing to take
certain man wanna clean my clock
and get their boys to take me to the cleaners
and i ain’t talking about a room full of foreigners
pushing a bucket and mop
[chorus: chris martin]
they spun a web for me
and they spun a web for me
they spun a web for me
and they spun a web

[verse 4: solo]
man’s trying, but i’ve gotta try harder
i’m so hungry, i’m marga
bad mind people don’t wanna see me prosper
wanna see me drunk on foster’s
i’m out for the better times
so i’m consistent when i spray with better rhymes
they sprang a web, wouldn’t wanna see us grow
but as long as there’s light, there’s hope
we’re behind the bars but you just can’t see them
so i’m fighting everyday for my freedom
the world sucks
you’ve gotta work to an old age just to earn a few bucks
i’ve had ups and downs, lefts and rights
i’m still here but my ps ain’t right
god loves a trier, i’ma keep trying
and when i’ve got ps, man will keep buying

[verse 5: demon]
i’m from london where you can get gunned down
where youts sell food so that they can [?] pound
ghetto stars wanna rise from the underground
they want cheese, not a booking for a hundred pound
no peace and you might hear the gun sound
my street’s hot, bare undercover feds round
pedal bike on the road always up and down
man shot food in gate and canning town
a man’s grown but i’ve gotta get my ps now
i’m twenty so i’ve gotta move out my mum’s house
can’t be a wasteman drinking dragon stout
no way could i ever be down and out
plus jail’s long, can’t be in and out
so when i do moves, quick ting, in and out
i’m from the hood where the youngers spray round
life for you, better get down or lay down
[chorus: chris martin]
they spun a web for me
and they spun a web for me
they spun a web for me
and they spun a web for me
they spun a web for me
and they spun a web for me
they spun a web for me
and they spun a web for me
they spun a web for me
and they spun a web for me
they spun a web for me
and they spun a web

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