I said I'm sick with it, *** rip it till the beat's 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 with it
On your marks, I swear this is just the start
Right here in the finish line, I'm 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 caking done
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 MCs are overtaking? None
*** it, pick the speed up, I might need to lift my knees up
Nah, I ain't from Peckham, but I'm trying to get my P's up
Tell a man to ease up, when I spit I switch degrees
Or I might come with it cold and leave my engineer to freeze up
I just hollered that YJ, told him I copped up something fresh
He said, why wait? Roll to the stews, I'll be there in a few
I said, when I drop this set, man, I'll be like YH
Cause I'm in Manny's top five and there's no doubt about it
Cause when I drop lines, I build a sound around it
Around guys that'll place the fish right where your mouth is
Yeah, I'm from North, but I got dons located in the South, bitch
Sick with it, *** it, I'm out of here
I can rip it till the beat's 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 with it
On your marks, I swear this is just the start
Right here in the finish line, I'm so far apart
But I'm grinding like Tony
Tell them don't phone me, I can't class them as my homie
When I bring out a tune, everyone gets so gassed
That they ain't even realise my word rate's ***
I write bars with my name on them
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
Ah, fam, I need this, I'm hungry for it
Man, don't want a feature, don't want the white younger on it
*** em, YouTube, I'm doing numbers on it
Beat so cold, I need to put a *** 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't your girls got standards?
Why do you think that when you call the bitch, she never answers?
I'm sick with it, *** rip it till the beat's 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, pussy, oh, get with it
On your marks, I swear this is just the start
Right here in the finish line, I'm on my way
China so far apart, but I'm grinding like Tony
Tell em don't phone me, I can't class them as my homie