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The game went blank that I salt and peppered it
Climbed up a mountain like Everest
Lick down so many shows last year
That you would´ve thought I was a lyrical terrorist

I was grinding so hard, I put the weed in in one piece
And I swear down it came out the total opposite
They like my flows, I vocal properly
It´s like a game of Monopoly
The only way I can explain this is I went past go and landed on them man´s property
Now I got all them pissed off at me
They must want me to pay or turn back
Tell them man that I´ve never been a wannabe
I run up in your lickle red house
I´l make the foundation to your building wobbly
It´s like a daylight robbery when I start spitting
I´ll make everybody look at me
Them man had been in the game so long that my whole movement is a total mockery
Last year I was avoiding poverty until I rose up like there was no gravity

That´s why a lickle diss track can´t bother me
You say my name; that´s free publicity

Right-right-right-right now I want to see gun fingers in the air
(A-ow!)
Bark ´til they know that we´re bad boys, and we don´t care
(A-ow!)
Bark ´til they know that we´re bad boys, and we don´t care
(A-ow!)

The bullshit is irrelevant
Cause I keep giving them the crap like heroin
I climbed on to the top ropes
And held up the belt like WWE wrestling
If anything, them man are just pissed off

I am on a level they´ve never been
They´ve been about so long that they keep going back to the meter to put another tenner in
I´ve been about five minutes and American people know my lyrics
I don´t go many places these days but my name flows about
I´m there in spirit
When I do well, they start whispering
But when I make a mistake
The haters start badmouthing so much that I have to clean their mouth out with Listerine
But them man have been yap-yap-yapping
If I see a man I´ll Jean-Claude Van Damme him
I do them damage, tear them apart
As if I was a lawyer divorcing a marriage
It´s like man are moving stiff like the old Terminator

I´m like the liquid cop
I don´t believe the persona in pictures because all the pictures are photoshopped

Right-right-right-right now I want to see gun fingers in the air
(A-ow!)
Bark ´til they know that we´re bad boys, and we don´t care
(A-ow!)
Bark ´til they know that we´re bad boys, and we don´t care
(A-ow!)

You´re not road, just cause you wear tracksuits
And walk to the shop for a bottle of Coke
You´re not cold
Just cause you got an E.P out, you still got lyrics that nobody knows

You´re not grime
Don´t jump on the bandwagon, like a man can´t see when a fake is lying
It´s time
It´s a Bugzy Malone take over, twenty-sixteen is mine

Right-right-right-right now I want to see gun fingers in the air
(A-ow!)
Bark ´til they know that we´re bad boys, and we don´t care
(A-ow!)
Bark ´til they know that we´re bad boys, and we don´t care
(A-ow!)
Bark ´til they know that we´re bad boys, and we don´t care

Right-right-right-right now I want to see gun fingers in the air
(A-ow!)
Bark ´til they know that we´re bad boys, and we don´t care
(A-ow!)
Bark ´til they know that we´re bad boys, and we don´t care
(A-ow!)
Bark ´til they know that we´re bad boys, and we don´t care