Marvell - Yonkers remix lyrics

Vertex: Hey Shocka, I hope you ain't forgot my voice I only come when I'm prepared to help you make a choice Double S: No, don't listen to him He's making bare noise Hard headed, can't you see that he's been taking bare roids Use punchlines, show them why they call you Floyd Talk about your made of money like a real paper boy Vertex: f** him, what does he know? And all that sweet sh** he's feeding will weaken your ego So don't talk about being fly, you'll get air, Heathrow Wait, plus your an Ebo, in Marvell, and a hero Double S: Hold on, hold on, wait Pardon my French, But V f** you Up you, he should be finding it hard to trust you Anyway, controversy, that's what you must not do Can't you see it's you and your group the kids look up to Vertex: That's cause they listen to rap tracks, they must do And if you listen to that crap, they'll flush you So go in on these pussies even if they haven't cussed you Double S: If these people see you on ends, them man will rush you Touch you, V is tryna ruin your hustle Dumb it down Shocks, don't worry about it, I got you Vertex: Well, too bad this happens once in a blue moon So don't listen to this f**ing goody two shoes Here, take some grey goose, hope that I hear some great news Double S: V, why you such a wa*ker for Shocka you should do you Shocka: Look, out of all the Marvell boys, I'm the odd member The last girl I gave hell, I think God sent her You couldn't find a bigger bum in the Job Centre f** the charts, the charts are only fun when our songs enter f** the mainstream, f** a f**ing playlist Here comes my guilty conscience (Double S: Shocka you shouldn't say this) Shut up, I'm taking Gladys Knight for a day trip After that I wanna fly on Tinchy Stryder's spaceship If I hear a no, you must not know that I'm the type to be in the elevator with a knife You can get a face lift I couldn't care about this industry I'm not the f**er you should play with If Double goes solo, and V does his directing thing Oh I'll be fine, I'll rob artists for a pay slip I love Ed Sheeran, I'm that ginger haired's fan But now he's getting cake I need some gingerbread man Taio Cruz, I'll send him a f**ing dynamite I'll bring a Rottweiler in the booth when Pitbull's tryna write I'll be in the Coca Cola building tryna find a Sprite I'm on my Don King sh**, I'm tryna find a fight Nah but f** Don King, I'm just behind the mic A sh** lyricist, everytime I write I ain't a k**er, I ain't a psychopath I don't live that kinda life I'm just being creative, how am I sounding like?