Diesel Motion - Governors Of The Estate

Yeah… We don’t run from the block, we run the block bruv… Governors in the shadows, Royalty in plain sight… Estate lights blink, but the vision? Crystal… Let’s get this... I’m the gov on the estate, no debate when I step, Whole block levitate when I detonate breath, Man regulate sets like I'm orchestratin’ jets, Diesel full throttle, no brakes, no rest. Elevate pace when I lace man’s headspace, Ghost in the hallway, glide with a great grace, Mandem mistake my calm for a vacay — Nah, bruv, that’s a storm in a beige case. Blueprint carved in the pavement stone, Every man chat tough till the truth gets shown, Estate-born king, yeah my backbone grown, Whole vibe like chrome in a danger zone. Rapid like a turbo skank, no stutter, Words slice clean like a chef with the butter, Man try cut me down? Never been a cutter — I’m the page-turn king, you’re a leftover mutter. Governors of the estate, we rise and we regulate, Move with a force that the fakes can’t emulate, Step in the place and the whole block gravitates, We ain't just known — bruv, we dominate. Governors of the estate, we rise and we resonate, Energy loud, yeah the whole ting vibrate, Beat so mad that your heartbeat calibrate, This our home — and the crown? We validate. Estate lights flicker when I breathe that smoke, Vision too sharp for a broke man’s joke, Whole team tuned in like a live-stream poke, And the bassline hit like a heavyweight bloke. Slide through flats like a coded message, Man got drive but they lack my leverage, Blueprint boss — yeah I built this heritage, Each bar land like a concrete precedent. Accelerate pace, I’m a warp-speed marcher, Night-time darker, my aura sharper, Whole gang step like a full-fledged charter, We don't ask twice — bruv, we go harder. Rhythm on crack mode, never been a backroad, Guard this block like a well-trained attack mode, Man stay chatty till their whole vibe plateaued — I’m the estate’s governor, written in the black code. Governors of the estate, we rise and we regulate, Move with a force that the fakes can’t emulate, Step in the place and the whole block gravitates, We ain't just known — bruv, we dominate. Governors of the estate, we rise and we resonate, Energy loud, yeah the whole ting vibrate, Beat so mad that your heartbeat calibrate, This our home — and the crown? We validate. Estate kings… estate queens… Move through flats like coded dreams… Clock our steps, you clock regimes… We Governors bro— ruling through unseen beams… Turbo with a vengeance, pace unprecedented, When I step through the entrance the whole block’s dented, I’m a real-born leader these towers invented, But they still can’t mimic that top-end essence. High-speed vision in a low-lit borough, Heart rate jump when the bassline flutter, Every word cut deep like a chef with a cutter, When I glide on drill? The beat just shudders. Trapline energy, grime-born pedigree, Drill-man therapy moving through memory, Estate-born legacy, man can’t better me, Quick-time weaponry — syllable weaponry. Governors settle the scene when we levitate, Pull up at the gate like we modulate fate, Mandem try hate but they can't violate — We the real top dogs: Governors of the Estate bruv.