[Into - Plan B]
Okay everyone, I wanna introduce some special guests here with me tonight we got Dave Grohl on the drums, everybody give him a hand please, we got the legend Kurt Cobain he's gunna be doing some BVs
[Verse 1 - Plan B]
Alright, listen, yo
Who needs actions when you got words?
I ain't afraid to get physical
It's just that I hit harder when I spit on a verse
Cause I'm a sick spitter, spit so sick that it hurts
So sick at spitting I can even spit in reverse
Still, you can step up to my face if that's the way that you feel
Throw a punch, I'll throw one back an show you one for real
Lost a lot of so-called mates since I signed this record deal
One more wa*ker bringing hate won't matter now I'm paying bills
Not staying still, waiting for a giro
Feeling so frustrated I could stab someone in the eye with a biro
Having to drive slow every time I see the five-O
Cause there's a nine bar of skunk in my trunk and it's live-O
Used to shot the high grade peng so I'm used to cats that beg for scraps
And chat crap that don't make sense
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Even when you go to great lengths
I see through you like gla** and fake friends
[Chorus]
There's nothing on the top but a bucket and a mop
And an illustrated book about birds
You see a lot up there but don't be scared
Who needs action when you got words
[Verse 2]
Sticks and stones break bones but what I say'll hurt you worse
Leave you feeling dead and buried like you're six feet under earth
And if actions speaker louder than words
How comes I hear you hating but I never see you burst?
You just vex, cause you just wish you were where I am
You can't make people feel your set like I can
Pick up a mic and set the crowd alight, man
Shine so f**ing bright man they think it's day when it's night man
That's right man, you can't deny I've got talent
It's jealousy you only hating cause you haven't
The more I blow the more you hate me with a pa**ion
Now the press are on my dick and people follow me like fashion
Well I don't believe the hype, well that's all it is and nothing else
But I don't need the hype the words I write will sell themselves
Cause the words I write are from the heart that's why they're felt
And you'll be eating yours while mine are flying off the shelf
[Chorus]
There's nothing on the top but a bucket and a mop
And an illustrated book about birds
You see a lot up there but don't be scared
Who needs action when you got words
[Verse 3]
I'd rather murk mans lyrically, spray them with the spit from my tongue
Than going on a k**ing spree and living life on the run
Even if sometimes I do feel like getting a gun
And running up on everyone who hated me from day one
But what's the point in that? It's ironic where the point be at
Hate is from the heart, still the head is where I point the gat
Imagine how your face looks as I co*k it back
Pull the trigger, imagine how your face looks after that
But it ain't worth it, bro, hey yo I ain't thick
Even though I hear it teens say it too much, it makes me sick
Come across so many fools don't make me wanna switch
I won't ruin my career just because you said some sh**
I'll dead you quick, on the mics if you keep on beefing
Think you're getting to me nah blood you ain't even
I'm a Libra, so I maintain a cool balance
And you mean nothing to me like Paul Balance
f** all the haters, you know the name, Plan B, Paint It Blacker!