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I creep on a beat like an insect, I get the shit wet. Virus come in with the INFEKT, MVRDA going on stink catalytic converter, eliminate them in the purge. Burning, smoking, chronic, dirty like Phonics playing them angles, goin' on big like Chibs and Bandlez, kicks, no sandals, them man gets trampled. Me and Modestep roll deep in high tops, original mic don mic ops. Hold tight, Myro signed to Disciple, pen in the biro then we get live-o. Big riddim monster, Dodge & Fuski can't touch me, mans on fire, Samplifire, deadliest gang, no Daniel Dyer. Through the Oliverse and I'm out the helm, to the 12th Planet in the outer realm. Game on now, we ain't scared to die, even when I'm fucked up, I'm Barely Alive, I can't hear for the quiet. I'm Julian Assange, causin' a Virtual Riot, been a big dog from day one. Get ready for the future, it's PhaseOne.

—from We Don't Play, a song by Disciple

Active since December 5, 2019.
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