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One TakeLook, you gave me the beat, I gave you the writtensYou're either, rollin' with Gs or you're rollin' with kittens That's just the, way that it goes I'm known as a spitter I got the, gravy-est flow My motion is sicker I'm sick of the, game I told you I'm known as a winner I beat the, tune I told you I show a beginner I'm rappin' a fat stack of cash I'm naturally bigger I'm grabbin' a pad and I'm lyrically stabbin' the pad with immaculate writtens I tell 'em, leave it alone Like a dog with a bone Give me a reason to show you and open you raw I mean, half the mandem on the road, they chat shit And half the other man dem wanna stroll and moan I'm like, mhm none of that Now give me the space and give me the room In fact, now give me the bass and give me the tune Whether you're plucking or you're strumming Try your luck and have a couple 'til you're chucking up I love it when the love is up I'm buzzing when the party bangin' Bangin' off the ceiling Bangin' bangers, even in the basement Jamming with a spliff And yammin' Maccy D's in dungarees I run the beat so wonderfully So I could give a fuck whether you're chuckin' me or duckin' me But, on the beat I give it some, I rip it quickly When I hit the town I'm big up in the inner city Pissed 'cause I was acting civil when that killer hit me Still I kept it flowing like that river up in Mississippi Diss me, that's the actions of a silly billy I be chillin' while I'm kickin' writtens with my missus, silly Diss me, that's the actions of a silly billy I be killing lyrics 'til I finish spitting, evidently You think you're all that, in fact you're an arrogant chatter I got a wolfpack, it's fat like Zach Galifianakis I tell man fall back with wack raps and hazardous grammar Don't record that, fuck that You're wacker than hammer You hear the bells bump I bump a shot of bells I'm buzzin' I see the world as mine, I'm Montana I feed my cousins I'm in the middle like Malcolm I got my city clubbin' Shitty clubbin' scene It's a pity there ain't no different suttin' There ain't no different suttin', ain't no different nuttin' We don't care about repercussions Fuck it we're the younguns Greasy teens, merking mums and husbands You're beneath this rapper like you're lurking under dustbins But, man are acting barmy Getting on greedy Filling up their tummy Me I make CDs Gonna make the moneys I don't do wars like Muhammed Ali I'd rather hold a Benz like a Nazi's car key Home cooked chicken dinner, mummy never charged me Back then I partied Sippin' on Bacardi Ragamuffin chattin' something, couldn't try and par me So what? Haha, you're big in the game? I know a hundred rappers feeling the same I know a thousand rappers looking for fame We should all collab, that'd be lyrics for days (it would be) But some of these mandem are obviously living that lyrical lie Cause if they properly listened to my Hottest syllables fly They'd clock the visual audible justification They're lyrically winning Again and again and again and again Then ring the kid and tell him I get it in Ca' the weirdest things they happen The audience booed man off stage whilst cheering and clapping All the coolest brethrens wear the geekiest of fashions And a Chinaman got vexed because a duck was Peking at him I don't even try and make sense of my thoughts I just vent 'em in course Aggy ways, I got the temperament of a horse But just 'cause I abide the law No longer provide the draw I'm still as raw to spawn a thorn fuckin' a dinosaur Fuckin' a dinosaur Fuckin' a dinosaur But I'm inclined to set aside my sword Box you in the lips You got a lisp Talkin' like Kanye in 2004 I'm getting lean, I got a pound of draw So, my straw I worked out I'm paying like, a pound a draw |