Westy - Road Rage lyrics

[Verse: Kamakaze] I've been about since 'Kama-who?' Since Roll Deep made Heartache Avenue See I'm a big dog; no I'm not Scrappy Doo Them man are weak spirited like Malibu I'm more than nice Morgan spice Head up in the clouds, northern lights It's a next thing, head spin Warrior I'm red skin I am the sh** that you stepped in Attack with a hammer and sickle, does that make me left wing Man can't walk in my crep ting Attack from the sky, yeah that's zeppelin Man moves sly, know who's a bredrin See they ain't baking a loaf, they're cutting your slice And making a toast They ain't chip from the bottle, they're making a toast Don't bring to the table, they take from the host I ain't ghost, I'm a poltergeist When I did it for me, I'm Walter White I got two wheels, yeah that's a motorbike Man wanna snake me, then know the price Skit so we told them right I can make you an enemy over-night Man got Hennessy, coke and ice Man got the remedy, flow that's nice My yout', you can never be with it That's a series of unfortunate events, Lemmony Snicket Got coke, mixed Hennessy with it, I'm the fox, never the chicken Like, like bawk, bawk, you go round in circles like duck duck goose Till we get f**ed up, truth I swear the tape it must of come unstuck, or a couple knots Must of come loose and just to conclude You must be confused You can never do what I does, cuz I fit the profile I am the un-sub, twenty-one, still no bumfluff Yeah, man will get tucked up, your at home in your room getting tucked up Me I'm out with the goons getting f**ed up But I swear my life's kinda f**ed up But I'm looking for a happier day I got my city on my back, I'm tryna carry the weight But MCs want to come and get carried away That's when they get body bagged and carried away Used to have big bars back in the day Man used to hate, why I was unsure Tying to step on Matt like I was next to the front door Come against me then you're done for Give you a run for your money Go on then, go on then, come for me sonny Cold out here, my country ain't sunny Got no Ps, blud, you still ask mum for your money Look, and if you can't tell - B.L.G., I still rep for the cartel Used to spit bars with scheme and the Marcel If you got a coat, better mix it with a mar-tell Remember way back, back in day when man said I used to let 'matic spray Carry on talking like that, why's that then? Grime sounds better in a Northern accent On the ball in a more than rap sense We are the local Morgan's mad men Had big bars from way back when Now I'm back on my Leicester sh** And I'm doing it again like Skepta did I am the yout' they want to get extra with I press your chick, then I s** and dip Left on the side of the road like Call a cab, call your dad, don't expect a lift And the rest a myth, I spin heads like the exorcist Know you man are vexed and pissed Probably cause I f**ed your ex and sis You get me? B.LG