[Intro]
Nine High
M-Phazes
This sh** is real
[Hook]
Air max and caps, yeah that's what we on
Tracksuit fatsuits, yeah that's what we on
In a jam getting mashed, yeah that's what we on
Black Nikes, black cap, black tees
So roll up a cigarette [?] called weed on
Getting our lean on, yeah, that's what we on
Stay in your lane, your legs [?]
Air max and caps, yeah that's what we on
Tracksuit fatsuits, yeah that's what we on
In a jam getting mashed, yeah that's what we on
Black Nikes, black cap, black tees
So roll up a cigarette [?] called weed on
Getting our lean on, yeah, that's what we on
Stay in your lane, your legs [?]
[Verse 1]
[?] fresh new Nikes
It's always hot, got a fresh new [?]
Fresh new green bag, [?]
[?]
[?]
[?]
Oi, look at the state of you (disgraceful)
You're not God's gift, you're not an angel
And you're trying so hard, and it's painful
Take off that black [?] ? I'm struggling
Jeans so tight that your [?] suffering
[?] and they're not coming in
[?] what are you wearing?
Jeans so tight, surprised they ain't tearing
[?] so be a good lad, run along, stop staring
Keep the door clear, we are the law here
[?] sell baggy jeans, yeah [?]
Look at them pussies [?] sprayed on jeans, bandana and a checked shirt
Dickhead! Get hammered, but [?]
[?]
[?]
[?] yeah that's what we on
[Verse 2]
So let me get this straight, you're a trendy
But you're thirty-five, you're not twenty
You're not [?] you're not Wendy
Plus the whole club's warm enough for starters
And the whole place is shrouded in darkness
And I'm nto sure what the point of a scarf is
And there's no reason to rock sungla**es
You look like us? I guess it's all jigs?
Fashon victims, [?]
[?] that's what we on
Lighting a weed roll, that's what we on
Do your research, send our recon
[?]
[?] learn the hard way 'bout what we on
[Hook]
Air max and caps, yeah that's what we on
Tracksuit fatsuits, yeah that's what we on
In a jam getting mashed, yeah that's what we on
Black Nikes, black cap, black tees
So roll up a cigarette [?] called weed on
Getting our lean on, yeah, that's what we on
Stay in your lane, your legs [?]
Air max and caps, yeah that's what we on
Tracksuit fatsuits, yeah that's what we on
In a jam getting mashed, yeah that's what we on
Black Nikes, black cap, black tees
So roll up a cigarette [?] called weed on
Getting our lean on, yeah, that's what we on
Stay in your lane, your legs [?]
[Verse 3]
This is my scene, and I'm here to protect
Might lose your legs, so watch your step
See what you get, get what you see
This is fake me, and I'm willing to [?]
Plus [?] recognise this
Look into my eyes and they're bloodshot red
I'm the hungriest head, and won't stop 'till I'm fed
So come correct, I ain't kidding
Getting what you're fitting [?]
[?] cigarette
Doing their business like "who is this?"
"Where are they from?" "The UK"
That's wrong, how do they know Phazes, the one most dangerous
[?] with no chasers
Backdrop! That's what we on
[?] gully rock that's what we on
[?]
f** p**y rap, I'm [?]
[?] code of honour [?] like cops and [?]
Listen: "I'm not an MC"
[?] the scene without me [?]
[?] the scene so rich [?]
So we shut down cheaps like a wall to the face
Step to the stage, then walking away
Yeah, I'm appalled by the way [?]
[?] get pulled off the stage
[Verse 4]
See me, I'm blessed
Down with the bullsh**, down with the stress
Now that I'm focussed, I have a lot less
Down with telling the best, f** the rest
Down with the mic [?] 'till they steps
Down with the tracksuit, down with the Crips
More concern walking back and abreast
See me, I'm chilling
Down with the sacred, down with the ceiling
Down with the fame, down [?]
Down with the dirtiest substep spitting
Down with the grimiest [?] rhythms
Down with the man-? [?] the women
Down with the peace, now f** the k**ings
[Hook]
Air max and caps, yeah that's what we on
Tracksuit fatsuits, yeah that's what we on
In a jam getting mashed, yeah that's what we on
Black Nikes, black cap, black tees
So roll up a cigarette [?] called weed on
Getting our lean on, yeah, that's what we on
Stay in your lane, your legs [?]
Air max and caps, yeah that's what we on
Tracksuit fatsuits, yeah that's what we on
In a jam getting mashed, yeah that's what we on
Black Nikes, black cap, black tees
So roll up a cigarette [?] called weed on
Getting our lean on, yeah, that's what we on
Stay in your lane, your legs [?]
[Outro]
Nine High!
[?]
[?]
M-Phazes
Good Gracious
Shut your mouth. Shut your trap
Dickheads! Pussies! And f** you!
f** your mum. f** your grandad
f** your sons
> n o i d e a
// Change in rhythm. Not sure whether verse 1 or verse 6
[Verse 1]
What we on, that's the next flicks
Get dressed, get fill, [?] and get set
Nine to five to get gold
And never leave home without beats banging in the headphones
Weekend: probably rip a show, [?]
Might be in a little town, might be in the big smoke
Nippy flows every time, M-Phazes on site
That's what we on, shining out [?]
I don't support that
Fat swagger rap bullcrap [?] fall back
You ain't all that, take a taste of my ba**sack
And don't talk crap, you're a walking rainbow
Fashion sporting all black, where the doors at
[?] you're a horror state [?]
Dressed like Willy Wonka, mate
We in on that, so I don't tolerate a lot of fakes
Where there's credibility [?] a lot of [?]
One of the herd, caught in the stampede
Unsure, unsteady, unbalanced Bambi
And thanks, but you're not gonna shank me
And I know you don't talk to your mother so angry
So why not go back to an*lysing Shady, and surprise me: rhyme "baby" with "crazy" and "lady"
You little trend-followers are living in a daydream
I'll creep up behind you and I'll drown you in the mainstream
[Outro again?]
Oh my gosh!
You need to shut the f** up
Shut your f**ing cake hole
Other dickhead MCs need to shut their f**ing mouth
[?]
f** you
Nine Nigh
Big up, Phazes. Big up, [?]
Everyone else can s** their f**ing grandad's balls
[?] f** you
Shutting you clowns down