[Verse 1] Hype boys, hype boys, everyone's a killer Drug dealer with a nine mill-a That's not sensible, and I can sense the bull That's why these rappers couldn't see me coming If they were vaginas, with spectacles And I've got the testicles to testify the truth Half these rappers are only gangsters in the booth And they ain't never been to no Pen, they just hold one Me, I be no gangster, I'm just telling you the truth But I run up in the game like "Bang bang bang bang" That's why, that's why everybody keeps saying Have you heard Sway? He's "Nang nang nang nang" That guy that guy's heavy in the game And I've said: why buy this "Fe-Fi-Fo"? But them guys could never defeat my flow Sway, all the way from the U to the K Roll up with Bacardi in the tee-total Getting over the CDs I've sold in it I don’t want them to know that's the gold, innit? That's the goal, innit? Half the haters they ain't doing nothing with a mic but holdin' it, they slow with it So they could never bring the game into the new school I play too brutal Plus I’m out of control like a cross-eyed teacher’s pupil People down in England ain't all wild But some places in Britain ain't the place to raise your child Cos even the royal family ain't all smiles Cos everybody knows, Harry don't look like Charles See me, I've never been to court And I've never been on trial, boy Never been caught even though I've been around, boy What’s that thing in your hand? Put it down, boy Cos you're not a killer, you’re a sound boy
[Chorus] Hype boys, hype boys (Everyone's a bad man now) On the mic boys, mic boys (And everyone's a bad man now) And the semi goes bratatatatatatatata (Yeah right) And the semi goes ratata, bang, bang Hype boys, hype boys (Everyone's a bad man now) On the mic boys, mic boys (And everyone's a bad man now) And the semi goes bratatatatatatatata (Yeah right) And the semi goes ratata, bang, bang
[Verse 2] The pound is stronger than the dollar, holla Sway, I ran up in this game like a robber without a rubber And now I been around and I'm pro Won a couple of awards, now a round of applause And now I'm making Ps and I'm pleasing my people Not even a Jamiroquai hat could fit my ego ‘Nuff of these rappers ain’t real, they’re just rapping hype Why you shouting all the time? Don't you have a mic? Run up in the club like, be-ow, be-ow Bust two lyrics then, we out, we out Them boys talk too lee-oud, lee-oud But they puss like, meow, meow And they don't really want no war time This rap game is all mine It will never be your time, allow it, bruv, 'cos you're small time And I got more time, so settle down, boy Before I make you look like something like a clown, boy What's that thing in your hand? Put it down, boy Cos you're not a killa, you're a sound boy
[Chorus] Hype boys, hype boys (Everyone's a bad man now) On the mic boys, mic boys (And everyone's a bad man now) And the semi goes bratatatatatatatata (Yeah right) And the semi goes ratata, bang, bang Hype boys, hype boys (Everyone's a bad man now) On the mic boys, mic boys (And everyone's a bad man now) And the semi goes bratatatatatatatata (Yeah right) And the semi goes ratata, bang, bang
[Verse 3] Are you a liar? If your reply is no, you're lying now Because we live in a lie And then we die and then we're lying down Look at my Adam's apple, it's not that my neck hurts No, no, it's just the truth is hard to swallow And you can see that I'm an expert So let, let me elaborate as I navigate, like a husky But trust me, the truth is, I wouldn't even trust me Many rely in religion, that doesn't make sense Cause that's considered a sin It is really no winning cause every one harbors a liar within them, it's just that we're different Being a bad liar is like having a bad lawyer As soon as they get caught they get the sentence uffed up A good liar's benevolent, with a memory like an elephant Intelligent, and knows exactly when to shhhhh Lies spread around like viruses, so how can I survive in this? Cause even the truth lies (where?)—in people's irises So how can I resist? I had to lie to write this verse Got my talent for twisting words Hence my title, I'm a "lie"ricist When you work the people don't want to leave alone Cause you gotta make money, you don't need the loan I'm a businessman underneath the foam But you lie to the people and lead them on You're not a bad boy, no, I got a bad boy flow Cos when in Rome you do what the Romans do Especially when all roads lead to Rome You need to stop pretending Your mixtapes are still in boxes Cause you don't have a fan in your bedroom What's that thing, in your hand? Put it down, boy Cause you're not a killa, you're a sound boy
[Chorus] Hype boys, hype boys (Everyone's a bad man now) On the mic boys, mic boys (And everyone's a bad man now) And the semi goes bratatatatatatatata (Yeah right) And the semi goes ratata, bang, bang Hype boys, hype boys (Everyone's a bad man now) On the mic boys, mic boys (And everyone's a bad man now) And the semi goes bratatatatatatatata (Yeah right) And the semi goes ratata, bang, bangTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
