Lyrics: Aysan Kazim/Andrew Preston/Rhoni Lee
Music: Tumay Salih
Hit reefer, sell ‘em back visa
Tell a wack feature “don’t flop with them raps geezer”
Try ‘Take Over’ get ‘Ether'd’
And that's either rap meets the gaspy, can you keep up?
Man kick a ball threw the net and the keeper
Gets Keith from the Sweat crash set then repeat-er,
I’m, one of the best when I flex it I gets eager
The ego gets fed I regret nothing either
So when its tense, keep your two pence, your tea cup
your nuisance request ate your boo and your team cuz
You lot are edible cos man isn’t lean huh
It’s credible but I consider mine as a rea-ch-ch-ch-ch-er
Gaining nothing from it like an anaemic
I need a muzzle for my teeth bruh
Life is a dream and I peep my cousin we gets wheel up’s
On a hype and it seems we on the web like its Peter (Spider man)
Where'd you park her when you left?
Where'd you meet her? (Huh)
Was it calm or was it dead?
Where’s your heater? (Huh)
You gave a arm? Or was it leg?
You a idiot (Huh)
Killer on the mic but in life a healer
Serve ‘em at the sermon quick serve like a preacher
Hit turn on spliff lip burn and he reek of piff
Urn on the ash and its flash if you speak of it
Earn what you yearn when you speak abit (bish)
That's why these rappers really shouldn't talk
Especially when it’s all about the walk (Ya dig?)
And now everybody wanna tour
but nobodies repping for the cause (Ya dig?)
Looking at my slice? get ya own
Sound boy finna get PWNED (Ya dig?)
Looking at my slice? get ya own
Sound boy finna get PWNED (Ya dig?)
I'm the rapper these rappers are scared to talk around
A marathon to them, to me just a walkabout
Everything that I've been recording is magic like 9 and 3/4
but instead they ran into my wall of sound
Phil Spectre, slash Will Dexter,
got the knack to kill these records and I never watered down
They all watch in amazement; jaws drop off their faces
Then their body hits the pavement and I chalk 'em out
We're the duo they needed but never wanted,
Due to fears that when we cranked up the gears they'd never stop it
Better off treat the bars like a letter bomb
And if anybody takes us on I'm Leatherface
And my fists got leathers on 'em
Get out boxed in round one and knocked out quicker than Mark Hominick
what now? (Finish him!)
It's on now and it's imminent, me and Rocks reconnected,
What do you expect? Do not doubt Britizen (Kane)
Must have got your wires crossed
Thinking I'm the kind of don that you can take the title off
No beating me, it ain't even Even Stevens
The truth there will never be a booth that I'm Shia from
The last time that your rhymes popped, Shyne was hot
Maybe that's an indication you should kinda stop
Take the needle on your vinyl off now stream Happy Accident
Repeatedly from Wow to the final song
That's why you rappers really shouldn't try
Unless all of you have come to die (ya dig?)
And now everybody wants the prize
But nobody wants to do the grind (ya dig?)
Looking at my slice? get your own
Soundboy finna get PWNED (ya dig?)
I'm looking at Messiah like 'it's on'
Soundboy finna get PWNED (ya dig?)
They wanna know what my problem is
Ask properly an stop the mumbling
Learn how to speak, give your mum a ring
You ain't ****ing nothing up like you’re in a nunnery
Get me, can't stand next to me
You ain't got the ***** to, big up the vasectomy
I don't need your love or your bullshit respect for me
I just don't wanna hear you spit on anything
You actually lack the capacity, yeah you’re a travesty
How can you actively look at the mic ambicly as an ammature
You’re waking up dangerous characters
Have a little time out, zone have a think
Have a listen to some real shit, play it on repeat
Put your hand on your heart and say that u can compete
If you can't, they don't play another beat
Don't piss in another booth
Too many engineers’ ears being abused
I'm fighting for my people who have publicly refused
Congratulations you've ignited a fuse to
spark a fight for the few who really do this
If I was Catholic mumble rappers would be judas
If I was in choir then you rappers would be the priest
Turning something that I love into something so ****ing nasty
You gon have to force the shit past me
Rappers need to clock levels
Like it's never clever pissing off a devil (ya dig?)
You can't ever talk like you're a rebel
When you follow the majority and settle (ya dig?)
Looking at my slice get your own
Sound boy gonna get PWNED (ya dig?)
Looking at my life, watch your own
Coz the sound boy just got PWNED (ya dig?)
ANTI