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Don't play Mondie's two new whites in the club, unless you want everyone to huddle in the corner crying. In fact, I'm almost tempted to file these under experimental. Over a minimal grime riddim that sounds like someone repeatedly braining you with a Nerf mallet, MCs Napa, Flirta and God's Gift flex pure darkness-all crew beef and putting suckers six feet under. And God's Gift takes it with some bashment roughneck chat from the Bounty Killer school.