Professor Green - Style Changer lyrics

[Produced by ISHi] [Verse 1: Eric Turner] Echoes Echoes I'm dominating mazes Cutting up the charts with lazers I'm a style changer Innovater, behaviour changer Imma let the people know Imma let the truth be told Imma chase these haters Deface these places And fake pages Imma lead a search for the gold Imma let the Rs go Imma let the shame make em Call my name and hear my echoes Imma be the first you're facing Imma be the last thing, oh Imma let the shame make em Call my name and hear my echoes Echoes Hear my echoes Echoes [Verse 2: Kardinal Offishall] 2 Stripes what up? Eric Turner what up? Yeah, style changer, I change wardrobes For every n***a from the ghetto forced to bust metal To earn that baby mother money for their Pampers Hiding that crack in their mouth, starting the campers Running that street relay without anger Send it for fresh, you should thank us Via my reflection, a very urban aspiration Starting on the world with no explanation The reason why your son wears his hat To the side with his arms crossed, emulating bosses No Rick Ross but the group got the makeup To make a loser sweet with no lip gloss Sweeter innovaters, in and out the club with trends Because the same style don't make ends in my ends Money makes friends, style makes followers Style changes change all of us [Verse 3: Wretch 32] When I had a peek at you, you were not evolving I've been getting P cause my echoes with the dolphins Rappers think they're wavy, end up in the ocean I'm the rhyme minister, you can do the voting Radio and TV can't get enough Guess I'm living in two places at once Always cried wolf but I never cried enough I was that kid that was making up stuff Before when I would shout, no one would listen Now they're shouting with me while they zone to my riddim I barely go out with the girls that I've been in Mrs Wretch is the only loophole to my vision Off my ex gets depressed when she hears my tunes I still get the shivers when I see her in the room And this is no lie, it's a whole lot of truth If I gave you my heart, I could show you the proof Ahh yeah, whole lotta echoes man [Verse 4: Professor Green] They tell me get a grip, I'm threatened to let go I don't want a chick, chick, I just wanna get dough Not that I don't love women but I get loads I was banging the baddest b**hes when I was dead broke Ugh, you've got swagger like [?] Move slow, but for the money I'm like U. Bolt New flow, might have to change on em Piss on their parade when I rain on em When your weekends become your weekdays And you hear so many voices you don't need mates Not to mention you're nice at rapping, you wanna pa** the baton But you feel like you're on your own running relay What's left to do but better your whole time? Ain't nothing to do but better your old rhymes, know that I hope you appreciate the irony of me saying That losing ain't part of my vocab [Bridge: Eric Turner] Echoes Make em call my name and hear my echoes Make make make em call my name and hear my echoes Make em make em call my name and hear my echoes Make make make em call my name and hear my echoes Make make make em call my name and hear my echoes [Outro: Eric Turner x2] I don't even know the truth Relieve me or let me go No cars, no trains nor air travel I'm making up the only code Style changer Style changer Style changer Style changer