You feel the hate swim in scorn
Macbeth could not touch I'm not of woman born
Grime kid with a 90s rap sensibility
Makes sense I was blessed with an intense ability
Mozzie I'm such a strange mutant flow fresher then an African exchange student
Dont push food but I do push dudes off the rap podium
As dangerous as a one armed napoleon armed with plutonium
You were told you will
Never get a hold of them
Lies were sold
So they will only get colder then
From the deepest depths of Battersea
Were decrepits try and batter me
But I move to subtly
I'm slippery how bu*ter be
Where cutters are put in anatomies
For the the love of that girl Natalie
A whole gangs of nuts I see
Minds close to Ian Huntley
Get ready for a full cast of arseholes
The farce is shady just like Marshal
But you laugh if your life is impartial
To minds of kings- yo where is my castle
String Theory they call it the answer to everything
Would cure the cancer that I say many bring
Might cancel out the ignorance if anything
Your thoughts are a pound but won't mind a penny ting
From a prepubescent to late adolescent
I've learnt the essence of learning life's lessons
Never been an easy progression thats why I resent those who a**end due the recession
Bringing mess is the their profession
Guess we will always be left guessing
They have been concerned about me mentally
Since the turn of the century
They will learn eventually
That you have to earn what is meant to be
19 on a cusp of adulthood
Don't know if I got the guts to do what an adulthood would
Don't fabricate my past but I'm cast with hatred
Most real rude boys are dead or incarcerated
You and your whole cast can get castrated
Always me I will be the last to make it
They tried so hard to conform him
But he stays a mutant a deformed king
Out for more cheese than you have in your foreskin
k**ed the beat inform next of kin
Your fans feel you, mine are molesting
Roll with monsters like a Digi Destin
Getting mad loco is my motive
Faster than a speeding locomotive
Know that I possess a flow so frightening
Up there like a UFO sighting
Mad as a motherf**er no Oedipus
Always to the edge Idiots push
Got words that make you stop and wonder
Hit you with lightening so you can never steal my thunder
Just trying not to lose my head
Make sure the mind is always fed
They ask how I flow so nicely
I f**ed the game young call it Roman Polanski
We need to advance and set precedence
Left the roof on fire like Branson's residence
Nothing we can do to save this menace
I flow better then the pavements in Venice
I get hate from these dickheads damn
But those Paigans worship me call me the Wicker-Man