[Verse 1] They call me the postman Cause I give them letters on time I rap but I sound better on grime I'm strapped but not with a metal or 9 I've migrated to MySpace and it is TinieLegend T-I-N-I-E-L-E-G-E-N-D So hit me up if you're ever online I spread the truth, ain't never on lying Most of these guys are better off blind Cause they ain't seen half the shit they say And they keep telling us lies What a bunch of stupid pricks Talking like they move food Don't you motherfuckers use a fridge? I'm hot like kettles so I've told labels That I won't settle or sign Till I see one more zero Then we can all just get along fine And we can toast Amaretto, unwind I've clearly made good use of the English language So you MCs best start taking up sign My music's making up minds I end relationships and begin them By just making up rhymes Just listen to Tears and Wifey Some can't believe I ain't signed But I can Cause my plan is to rule the world first like titans Oh, by the way I'm
[Hook] Postman Pat, Postman Pat Postman Pat, Postman Pat (so they call me) Postman Pat, Postman Pat Postman Pat, Postman Pat (don't you know my name is) Postman Pat, Postman Pat Postman Pat, Postman Pat (even your Mrs calls me) Postman Pat because I open that flap And then I post my pack and before she knows it, I'm back
[Verse 2] They call me Postman Pat I'll come outside most man's flats I ain't your average MC I'm much doper than that Let's see if you can cope an attack I can kill and bury an MC for you I just need 32 bars, some rope and a sack I can murk two MCs like Uh, you guys are shifty You've both come back from the mountain And both of you broken your backs So focused, more focused than Pac Write in the car while they buss joke at the back That's why I make hits frequently And you put all your hope on a track And you want the track on air so much You kiss 100 DJ's arses Still they don't play your tune Nope, cause that's their choice I've only ever heard it on Radio 1 Bless ya But for every DJ you know I know 1Xtra Et cetera, et cetera My raps are so good that when you finally understand You gon' giggle I don't sell drugs but my breds can get Some real cheap food, no Lidl's I'm so little, my haircut's so colourful Looks like someone's thrown Skittles Post my nigga door with the nine Oops, I mean at nine
[Hook] Postman Pat, Postman Pat Postman Pat, Postman Pat (so they call me) Postman Pat, Postman Pat Postman Pat, Postman Pat (don't you know my name is) Postman Pat, Postman Pat Postman Pat, Postman Pat (even your Mrs calls me) Postman Pat because I open that flap And then I post my pack and before she knows it, I'm back
[Outro] Yeah, and Postman Patrick has only got three goals like a hat trick, yeah To be signed, to be rich and to go out with a supermodel And that's it Don't act like you don't know who Postman Pat is All you MCs waiting for your gyro every couple of weeks, haha I'm out Ayy, get me a drink, man
[Postman Pat Sample] Postman Pat, Postman Pat Postman Pat and his black and white-
"White man makes gun"
Early in the morning
"Black rapper says gun. Congressional hearing. Like oh my god, that nigga said gun! And he rhymed it with fun!"Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
