### **Message For My Enemies**
***(Intro: Cold, loud Delivery)***
*🎤* ** guess who's back- JF 6899-Message for my enemies—take my word seriously,**
**As I do my time, I shine in my mind, & implement ’ cowards’ misery.**
*Grrt!* Two-thirds in the pen, now the score’s gettin’ settled,
Opps thought I’d stay down? Nah, fam—*I’m back, metal to the pedal.*
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**Verse 1** *(Jagged Flow)*
*🎤* Skrrt—Life got chopped to ten, CPS schemed on my kin,
But my bros flipped the script, fed lies couldn’t stick to my skin.
Fed case? *Brokey* briefs—lawyers crashed out, couldn’t win,
You lot lied in court, tried to frame me for the *ting* in the bin.
Now I’m back, m16, shank tucked where the kicks dim,
Keyboard gangsters tweetin’ from flats? *Dickhead—your chat’s trim.*
**Chorus** *(Chanted, OJ Flow)*
Prayed I’d stay in the *bin*—nah, two-thirds, I read the law,
Came home colder than Dec, got the *rambo* in the *’Rari*.
Chat ’bout war? *Brrt!* Spin your block, leave your gang in the *slorry*,
Ball’s in my yard—*dibby* opps better duck when I’m *sorry*.
**Verse 2** *(Double-Time, Adlibs: "Uh-huh")*
*🎤* Pen letters turned trap scripture—*yo*, strip’s lit, no filter,
Old Bill tapped my phone, heard *silence*—man’s a ghost, no guilt, ya.
Fake testimonies crumbled, now your face meets the gravel,
CCTV? *Missing*—tryna link me? *Nah, unravel.*
Social Services schemed, but my gang held the crown,
Now I’m ak, slingin’ *brown* where the feds patrol ’round.
**Verse 3** *(Menacing, Grrt Adlibs)*
*🎤* Life to ten? *Wasteman*—studied P’s like GCSEs,
Came home fluent in the game, now I’m taxin’ all you *leeches*.
Screen thugs? *Bruv*, your IG rants got no *reach*,
Pull up silent in the cosworth—*skrrt*—leave your block leakin’ in East.
Tried to paint me *violent*? Jury saw through your speech,
Now I’m drillin’ beats for real—*brrt*—shells where your sneaks screech.
**Chorus**
Prayed I’d stay in the *bin*—nah, two-thirds, I read the law,
Came home colder than Dec, got the *rambo* in the *’Rari*.
Chat ’bout war? *Brrt!* Spin your block, leave your gang in the *slorry*,
Ball’s in my yard—*dibby* opps better duck when I’m *sorry*.
**Verse 4** *(Cold, Slow Flow)*
*🎤* CPS case closed, still I’m ghost in the *shadows*,
Opps caught lackin’ near Morley’s—*grrt*—left ’em flat like a *paddio*.
Feds tried RICO, *nada*—paperwork’s just *sad bro*,
Now I’m parkin’ the AMG where the Bill can’t *grab slow*.
Two-thirds in the bing, strip still paid my *bills tho*,
Drill a tune, leave your ends lookin’ like *quicksand*, no *pillow*.
**Outro** *(Echoed Threat)*
*🎤* Ball’s in my court—ain’t no
rematch, fam, it’s *murder*,
JF 6899 - my time to shine,
Bronx bit our flows? *Man’s not hot—m16’s the curdler.*
Life to ten in the pen, now I’m stacked like your *murderers*,
And your *Y.N.*’s next—*brrt*—send him straight to the *urchins*.
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