Mother talks to you like nothing is better
Than you going out on a Tuesday
Well, Im not sure what to do
But man, I swear man I slay from far away
And why is it that always on the weekend
No one ever about to shout
Oh, people working too hard or drinking too hard
The matter of the fact, Im never quite sure
And blaze it down and pull yourselves up
And pull yourself right the hook
Shook men crooks never go nowhere with me
Cause Im all on my own, no pity
Spit like guilty mens in the sermon
Grooving around this place like you never did learn them
I shake myself down, I rattle myself out
And put myself on the line to dry
And why is it New Years Eve is always shit
Dont you know what I mean man, deal with it
Its always just the way we rolling
Your girls like fucked off a Smirnoff Ice
I think once, twice or thrice never makes no difference to me
A skinny little white runt with the head lice
Never been better than money
Never been heartedly starting this city
Ive always been around this town
Since the first day I was born
And Ive been losing frequencies and losing sound
And losing everything and I squander it all and
I been up, I been around
I been in the dancehall since the first day in town
And I still been beating, cheating
Falling to the floor when kids are kicking
Ive been bleeding, Ive been losing
Well are you man born for the choosing
And if you aint better
Then listen to the test as I start and impress ya
And if you aint losing
Then you aint grooving
Ill still be down here on a low-key
Send your girl over and shell blatantly chat to me
I been over, I been over
Youve been down and youve been down
And now Ive been off but Im moving
All around the town, all around and around
Ive been moving, been losing
Been all around choosing
And now Im back for the challenge
Who wants a challenge? Well, I want it more
Now Im on my train
Life in the fast lane never gave me no gain
And the man says wakey, wakey
Its morning time on the northern line
Im all out bowling straight up to Camden
All the way from your Farringdon
I wanna make sure, I been tired
Im now realize that inciting a riot
To one stones throw and too much dough
And all my mans been sniffing on too much blow
And Imma thinking, oh why never
I sever it up before I think about forever and
I chat it back to the people I used to know
Kick it back cause Im rolling it solo
And why not? Whats to the beef?
And no one really knows me so no one is a chief, uh
I chat it back like you never been a thief
Im a thriller, licence to ill double 7
Upper killer, killer, killer
Wait a killer never know me, huh
Its all the chat back, but too much of that never rack
I kick it back like a bitch slap right to myself
In the mirror, I kick it back thinner
Maybe my shirt dont fit no more
A hardcore man think he can fight up the law
A shackle to the tenance
And now it never work no more
On a flow dedication to wario
And now its me back to the further
Now it comes back looser than ever
Some kids they think them get better
They think their trendsetters but they never pacemakers
What am I? What am I? What am I in my own dear eyes?
What am I? What am I? What am I in my own dear eyes?
What am I? What am I? What am I in my own dear eyes?
I say it so much. What am I? What am I? What am I? What am I?
Makes no sense no more
Woah, woah, woah
Uh oh, woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah
What am I? Woah, woah
Da da da, woah, woah, woah
What am I? Woah, woah, woah
Uh, uh, uh, uh, its like a march in here
Uh, uh, uh, from the left to the right uh, stomp there feet
Uh, uh, uh, uh, its like a march in here
Uh, uh, uh, uh, people stomp your feet
Uh, uh, its like a march in here
Uh, people stomp them feet
Its like a march in here
Uh, people stomp them feet
Some kids, theyre chilling on corners
Out of order, I think them all be better tie your laces
Rat races, hit the pages
Write your own books and write your own spell checker
Im on a better man, chillin in my own room
Assume to accumulate to shake to sedate
I drink it down much quicker
A glug glug glug on my liquor and I feel much better
Talk to me about violence
Never no me Ill sit further in silence
When I drink it down, I drink it up
It fills my body and I feel fresher
Tick up the tester regulator
Im a two man shooting, looting now Im presumin
That everyone be knowing me
Dedication my name to JT
Roll it down, roll it down
Who wants to hit yourselves up
Whos got the uppers
Get them in then Im done, huh
Click ya fingers
Can you smell that it lingers?
Shes a fat bitch but I still give her one
Im a cheeky son
Where you from? Ya from the old London
Hit it, ah da da
See ya later
Ciao bella
to moonn6pence from papayeverte