[Intro]
Yo, JDZ spitfire business
Jaykae, Invasion Alert, SHM
Make sure you go get A Bite to Eat, out now
Free Little Lee, free Creeper, free Bossman C, free Yayo
[Verse 1]
Some real sh**
Some real sh**
No deal sh**
Yea its got to the stage I don't feel sh**
Yea, I remember those days were I'd steal sh**
Or run around the ends with the steel sh**
So don't get me wrong I might deal sh**
'Cause I'm still out here on some chill sh**
And 'nuff man want to talk about clips and straps
But a matter of fact they don't k** sh**
You see last week, yeah my Auntie died
And up until then, blud, I've hardly cried
I've been too ga**ed up on a party vibe
Is this the right way, yo I can't decide
Yea it might be left, yea it might be right
Is he my bro or a snidy guy
Yeah I moved to the ends in 95'
And 2 double 0 7 I was writing rhymes
And then six years flew
And I've stayed relevant in those six years too
People keep saying 'yo, this years you'
And I tell them mandem thanks for trying, you ain't the man for grime
I'm the man for grime
And my nan was right, I'm a little ba*tard
I've been mad for time
I ain't scared of anyone that's alive
Think I'm big now? Wait 'till I maximize
Yo is Max alive?
Tell that wasteman pa** the mic
And don't catch a hype
And don't throw jabs with a gla** jaw fam you'll get smashed tonight
Trust, it's irrational, I wanna keep traveling like I'm sh** at basketball
Next year mana' going international
Link Skepta when I hit the capital, yeah
You see 2013's been a big year (yeah yeah)
When you're in Man City don't play like Sinclair (yeah yeah)
I might pin a b**h down like Rick Flair (woo)
And don't worry about a ting 'cause the tings there, yeah the tings there
And I'm Rick flair, I'm the nature boy, I got paper boy
Yeah see this year it's been a big...
If you're a hater boy, I'll see you later boy
I'll see you later boy
Guys wanna hate but I ain't annoyed
It's cool if you wanna give your mate destroyed
2013 mana' made a noise
See it's 2013 mana' Rick Flaring
All eyes on me brudda quit staring
Down to get mine [?]
I'll slap a man down, I'll Rick Flair him
I'm Rick Flair, oh yeah
Praise the lord because I'm breathing
Do the wrong things for the right reason
It's hype season
Right now it's emotional
Each of my bars are quotable
Man I smoke until I don't feel sociable
You might get that work like you go to school
Blud, I put in that work like I hold a tool
How you gonna get that ball rolling unless you roll the ball
You're not road at all
The bigger you are you're known to fall
You must know the rules
If not let me show you the ropes
Been around 'ere I'm a winner round 'ere
I ain't got a clue how I lose a course
My insides full of liquor and buddah smoke
Fam, life's about how you devote your time to live wild and do your most
It ain't about to prove to the hoes you're a shotta' out here and you move those
You know why?
Say the wrong thing and you might get robbed
My mum asked me, yo will I get a job
I told her, mum, it's my job
She thinks that I'm lazy, I piss her right off
I coulda' went uni and got a degree, but you won't see me sitting in a (lecture)
Ima' stay here, keep doing my ting and f** up the music and then a lil' extra
Now I got a brownin s**ing on my dick just 'cause I got a lil' shoutout from Skepta
Now I got a white girl pissing me off 'cause I was in the ends and I didn't text her
Shut up b**h, leave me alone
Bust mans ting like disapranos
Grey Goose, Henny and some Disaronno
Tell my man drop a bigger parcel
'Cause I can talk hard
Mate, can you?
You might get shot like spray cans (do)
And you can find me by St. (Andrews)
And now or later we can have straightener
And after we can even shakehands (too)
And Brum town I'm looking to break man through
0121 I hate Man-U
Invasion Alert's no wasteman crew
f** off