Darkness (UK) - Question That lyrics

[Verse 1: Rocks FOE] Yeah, meet on a mate on a day at the set Everybody get sprayed, get laid down to rest Man stunt like they've got a titanium chest, what's that? I'll just take off your head, you gnat Try run it with the greatest they get, and I Promise you will see I'll pull a chain of events that You don't want none of it, you're not on top of it I'm the last prophet, king, call me Rodovic Float on the ba**line, man's on the ball Watch a spitter get circle manouvre like Djokovic FOE, that's who the problem is I reduce blocks and bricks to specks of dust and nothingness I've been a ruckus and I'll leave a spitter scurrying Hurrying out of the door like he's coming in I'm like "what is it? Who needs duppying? Give me the mic and let me show you 'bout suffering" [Hook: Rocks FOE] Know that I'm ill on the mic Rudeboy, can't question that Know I've got sk** on the mic Rudeboy, can't question that But you said that you k** with the mic Rudeboy, I question that But you said that you peel with the mic Rudeboy, man questions that [Verse 2: Rocks FOE] Still, I'm like what kind of nonsense is this? Man wanna stunt hard in front of the chicks Act flashy flashy in front of the whip Then go McDonalds, start poncing for chips I'm like, I'm like, what kind of nonsense is this? People hear a badboy got shot by a pig Start coming out, they say they want to resist All an excuse to loot for some chocolates and crisps I'm like, I'm like, what kind of nonsense is this? People hop on top of trains cause they want to be in Old men lost on the wing cling onto young boys Cause everyone forgot they exist I'm like, I'm like, what kind of nonsense is this? Bit of rockm, acting like you're Pierce Brosnan and ting I'm still here, thinking that you're not hard to wig Is that down the back of your neck? Go wash up your dick [Hook: Rocks FOE] Know that I'm ill on the mic Rudeboy, can't question that Know I've got sk** on the mic Rudeboy, can't question that But you said that you k** with the mic Rudeboy, I question that But you said that you peel with the mic Rudeboy, man questions that, yeah [Verse 3: Rocks FOE] Yeah, I'm like what kind of nonsense is that? Every Tom, Dick and Harry wants to be bad Stand in front of the mirror and rock a durag Start popping around and let their jeans sag Start talking 'bout shanking when it ain't lamb Live at home with the fam and now it's called trap What's making you think you know about that? Nah, rudeboy, you don't know about that So skip me with the BS Spitters getting flipped for thinking they're the BS Spitting like they've been k**ing the citizens of [?] Making the gun sounds and give little effects Man need to reset, it's not that season Fam, it's long past Everybody get down, cause I'm on task Fam, I've got lyrics and I've sure got bars But between me and you, [?] [Hook: Rocks FOE] Know that I'm ill on the mic Rudeboy, can't question that Know I've got sk** on the mic Rudeboy, can't question that But you said that you k** with the mic Rudeboy, I question that But you said that you peel with the mic Rudeboy, man questions that [Verse 4: Rocks FOE] Uh, Rocks and Darkness, pop the cartridge Deading off kids like [?] Get slapped out your skinny jeans and Dr Martens Have you choking [?] Get that coughing varnished and get settled in Hurry up, let's settle this, I'm already in Bang bang, everybody's gonna get it in It's that, who told you I spare bodies? Man back away from the FOE cause they fear of me Eat MCs in pairs like Rick Rossy That was a cheap one, but when I'm in properly You talking that sh** on the mic is dimmed promptly So don't interrupt me with internet f**ery While we're moving, this sh** will get ugly Man be thinking that I'm tripping but I'm comfy I'm sitting here, sipping my tea, lovely jubbly [Hook: Rocks FOE] Know that I'm ill on the mic Rudeboy, can't question that Know I've got sk** on the mic Rudeboy, can't question that But you said that you k** with the mic Rudeboy, I question that But you said that you peel with the mic Rudeboy, man questions that