Yeh, yeh, what? My rapping pedigree you'll never be I'm steadily growing You can hear it when I'm flowing so can I ask why you're telling me Saying I'm one of God's heavenly creatures, big facial features I'm flowing like some pensioners with broken urethras They're having a stress see I'm pissing out these lyrics like my bladder's a mess and you had to confess yes, you're very impressed he's the finest Elliot since Elliot ness And you'd never have guessed that I'd be one of the finest of prizes to rise from a scene where they don't pay attention to guys who ain't living a crisis or be running advice Almost gave up cos I felt like I needed a license or something to rap then I realised there's guys who've been shot who are crap When it comes to performing, I'm storming your stage with the rage of a bear who's escaped from his cage and ignoring the pricks who just moaned throwing sticks and the stones will just sit there at home and assume that a label will call them, applaude them, arrive on their doorstep and sign them and shit It takes pure hard graft mate you're having a laugh and a half so have a bath hope it lessens your mind set Polish your rhymes yep, your lacking in style me, I'm sticking out my neck like a fucking giraffe
I'm just rapping for the sake of it what you make of it? Usually I try and make a hit so now you think I'm faking shit maybe it's the fact your simply thinking fucking hell It's a song about nothing still he does it fucking well [x2]
Everybody looking for a piece of the pie but the pie said goodbye and now we're fighting for scraps so I tightened the straps on my belt hit the tarmac Think it's the last lap my very first season in rap there's no reason to clap in the time that's elapsed I've been hacked But I still went, achieved what I wanted so bad to the lab for a stab cos like Andy McNab there's more war stories to tell Go the distance like Phillius Fogg wrapping back of the nets yeh, like I'm Didier Drogba and in the silliest fog You'll still see me coming get attention like Lilly Allen's MySpace blog I'm chatting, still rapping, nil packing skills bring the party like a bag of pills Stand on top of the hill and if I'm tumbling down like Jack and Jill over wagon wheels spitting fire you could say I know how a dragon feels 20 quid eBay my mixtape shifts to the kids a name even mixed by a DJ better with age is a fact, bro you've gotten worse over the years like Westwood's rap show Put a finishing touch like crew does to peaches you can't reach this I'm top shelf material, cheerio, cheerio me cheerio to the old la, like hello EG
I'm just rapping for the sake of it what you make of it? Usually I try and make a hit so now you think I'm faking shit maybe it's the fact your simply thinking fucking hell It's a song about nothing still he does it fucking well [x2]
It's a song about nothing still he does it fucking wellTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
