[Verse 1] Heavy step, that's a everyday vibe Feel blessed, more pep to make rhymes Sceptical man, investing they time Neglecting our skills to better they lives Dem man stepped in creps on those lies? To prove that they sober, show that they fine They be too wavey, focus and drive Is suttin' they don't have up in their minds (No way) Vit, vit, triple A pass Allow me with your A class I am not a crack head Man's tryna see a haze plant Quick bit of suttin', OT, tryna get my grade on Pot luck it's, moan on Why you always hate on? Sayin' it's a weak nine, when I know it's the bang, bang And it's got man yawning, it's going on the M, wait I'm involved with the big mans, can't chat to a lickle man Saw him on a Segway, man yammed down a Subway Can't chat to a Big Mac, chat to a sensei Can't catch to a don, though, me llamo a bossman No comprende, ¡O no! Lo siento, Marbella, Marbella and the back off [?] "Uh!" That's what she said She was giving me head, like "Jesus!" Death to the lips of another gyaldem 'Cause she do it like she got no teeth left Man got the iPod, no genius (Nah) Don't piss me off, just leave it Man tryna mock it, look at the eediat Playing his dead tune, like man are "Feel it, feel it, feel it" Big beat from the Cannon, keep feeling the pattern On the pattern, peak neeks on a pattern Gonna whack and attack 'em, doubt man and back 'em Go there with your moistness I got an Irish link wanna buy piff And he don't believe I ain't roiding I bench you and your boydem, sit down What? Drip, drip, you're a wet wipe About dip, dip, dip, stabbed ten times You're a big bitch and your sis' giving head right She an uckstar, buck her then bed Time, rudeboy, I'm on a vibe right now So I remix the two to a five right now Some dude getting rude to the hype right now Man have to pipe right down Might get a lick with the lead pipe
[Chorus] Don You know me as one Force, I've got some Kenobi had some Records you know me have one Tell a man pipe down Cah flow me have one Don me have one Don me have two Don me have three 'Cause no, you only have one (It's like.. y'know) Bogey and cum, that's what you're into So don't be try calling man dumb
Don You know me as one Force, I've got some Kenobi had some Records you know me have one Tell a man pipe down Cah flow me have one Don me have one Don me have two Don me have three 'Cause no, you only have one (It's like.. y'know) Bogey and cum, that's what you're into So don't be try calling man dumb
[Verse 2] Bars! Feeling myself Kill an MC before I finish my meal Seen him on stage he was killing himself So I did a crep check, I saw minimal shells When I spray though, it's like Rat-ta-tat-tat! Man can't write raps without their backpack (They can't!) See your man chat to yats ya done tapped But I saw you on Western You took her Maccies and that! You got the patty for pat Why are you chatting this smack Rah you're strapped You're banging, you're clapping You're clapped Just checking, I get it you twat I've got a bat for a prat I've got a knee for a neek Eye for an eye Get slit for a g I'll put a fist in the speak I'll be the cause of the "eek!" Be the cause of the ouch Now who's the talk of the town? Allow that pork in your mouth Better water it down I see you walking around Why is there always a frown? What is the deal? Is it your lack of a pill? Your lack of a pill? Is adding To your lack of appeal You cannot appeal I ain't lying I know you're carrying pills Them man are grabbing the ting in the till If you are [?] then live a little They dont want us to be livin, us no So what we gon' do? Shit in the shell Sell it to them man as a delicacy? Evidently I'm ahead of their team They couldn't represent better than me When I (when i what?) Cruise down Western blessed and Complimented like Heston Chefing Condescending Man mention sentence that I spray And don't disrespect 'em Why? Ca the vibe I'm on is all right Ra, ya vibe is wrong It's all mad Ra, the vibe I'm on is all raw Ra, my vibe I'm on is all that Like I'm gonna meddle With the ting is like a ting in it Swiveling the vitamin' An' sellin' 'em An' im gettin' 'em An' spinin' them a run up An' the ting is gettin' ready With the binin' better bar From my livin' An' never never listen An' ma givenness An' I'm suttin' the mirror I'm not givin' 'em I'm givin' 'em a minimum of million a week That's goals An' i'm killing them roads Ya' never been in it Hold onto the woody, and grope me like My honey's Mauritian I ain't doing no dishes I whip up a Ramsay (Why?) To impress the bitches (Ok!) See I got me a chessboard (What for?) But I don't even play it (Why's it there, then?) Just der so I look smart (Ok!) Swear the gyal dem rate it Why am I spilling my secrets? So you man can make it Oi, I got some neat xi On a wall for the statement But im driving a tractor (Why?) Still I'm a good actor (Okay) Just playing the book of the top of the dome Someone give me a Bafta
[Chorus] Oi Don You know me as one Force, I've got some Kenobi had some Records you know me have one Tell a man pipe down Cah flow me have one Don me have one Don me have two Don me have three 'Cause no, you only have one (It's like.. y'know) Bogey and cum, that's what you're into So don't be try calling man dumb
Don You know me as one Force, I've got some Kenobi had some Records you know me have one Tell a man pipe down Cah flow me have one Don me have one Don me have two Don me have three 'Cause no, you only have one (It's like.. y'know) Bogey and cum, that's what you're into So don't be try calling man dumb
Don You know me as one Force, I've got some Kenobi had some Records you know me have one Tell a man pipe down Cah flow me have one Don me have one Don me have two Don me have three 'Cause no, you only have one (It's like.. y'know) Bogey and cum, that's what you're into So don't be try calling manTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
