I said I´m sick with it, fucking rip it till the beats finished
I spit an image when I pay the mic a visit Got an evil sort of spirit but I´m classy like a violinist Even though the lyrics are explicit, fam, you need to get wid it On your marks, I swear this is just the start Right here and the finish line is so far apart But I´m grinding like Tony Tell him "Don´t phone me", I can´t class him as my homie
Put your trainers on, it´s time to get the cake in don When you hear the bang, set off the blocks and get the racing on When I write a tune I hit the booth and get to lacing one How many MC´s are overtaking? (None)
Fuck it, pick the speed up, I might need to lift my knees up Nah, I ain´t from Peckham, but I´m tryna get my P´s up Tell a man to ease up when I spit I switch the greaze up Or I might come with it cold and move my engineer to freeze up (Hahaha) I just holla´d at WhYJay, told him I cooked up something fresh, he said "Why wait?" Roll to the studes, I´ll be there in a few I said when I drop this set man´ll be like "Why Aitch?" (Why) ´Cause I´m in Manny´s top 5 and there´s no doubt about it ´Cause when I drop lines, I build a sound around it Around guys that´ll place the fist right where your mouth is
Yeah, I´m from north but I got dons located in the south bits
Sick with it, fucking rip it till the beats finished I spit an image when I pay the mic a visit Got an evil sort of spirit but I´m classy like a violinist Even though the lyrics are explicit, fam, you need to get wid it On your marks, I swear this is just the start Right here and the finish line is so far apart But I´m grinding like Tony Tell him "Don´t phone me", I can´t class him as my homie
When I bring out a tune everyone gets so gassed That they ain´t even realised my work rates shit
I write bars when I want and take all the time I need To be honest, I don´t think I know what work rate is But if I put my mind to it I could probably shine through it When I´m feeling stressed, I play a beat and rhyme to it You can send but why do it? ´Cause you know that I slew it If there´s a big brick wall in front of me, I´ll fly through it Like, uh, fam I need this I´m hungry for it Man don´t want a feature, don´t want the white younger on it Fuck ´em, YouTube I´m doing numbers on it Beats so cold I need to put a fucking jumper on it
Tell ´em if they want it they can come and get it, standard Come through with a mic in front of bare bystanders I don´t know what you´re thinking don, your girl´s got standards Why d´you think that when you call the bitch she never answers?
I´m sick with it, fucking rip it till the beats finished I spit an image when I pay the mic a visit Got an evil sort of spirit but I´m classy like a violinist Even though the lyrics are explicit, fam, you need to get wid it On your marks, I swear this is just the start Right here and the finish line is so far apart
But I´m grinding like Tony Tell him "Don´t phone me", I can´t class him as my homie
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