[Verse 1: Natty]
They don't tend to listen when my songs are 'bout the same sh**
Yet the voices in my ear tell me that they hate this
"So why not switch it up, show your talented and make hits"
So I'm quitting sleep, working through these late shifts
Waking up to darker days now the morning sun has faded
I'm adjusting to the fact that I'm still underrated
But the fact that rap don't love me back means my love is tainted
And i can not wait to tell my mum her son has made it
Yeah, I've barely even scratched the surface
But I'll push it to the limit till my tracks are perfect
Yet my conscious tells me that my tracks all lack a purpose
Need to get my arse in gear, speed up till i lap the circuit
Cause my lyrics to this beat are like the best merger
While you take it up a notch, i'll take it a step further
k**ing dreams, I'm on the verge of my next murder
Show you that I'm raw like the middle of a fresh burger
I will only drop a song when the tracks levelled
Moan at me, but rearrange the words 'Black, Kettle'
If you can not handle bars then you had better back pedal
So say I'm rubbish, i don't care about you rap rebels
Belting out my songs with spirit 'til my voice buckles
Only way i'd beat Kobe's score is if the points doubled
Kick the door right of it's hinges 'til my joints struggle
Since my bubble burst i've tried harder to avoid trouble
Ugh, i'll do this till the d**h of it
I'm on a raft in rapid waters and i have been set a drift
I couldn't give a f**, just like someone being celibate
Now I'm lacking progress due to my attention deficit
But i've only just begun climbing to the highest pinnacle
Taking out these giants even though my size is minuscule
When i started writing bars my rhymes were kinda pitiful
But now i hear some people say that i am rhyming lyrical