Zinc - Pirate FM lyrics

Yes, I'm back in the frame Light up a flame while I'm running the game Blow up your speakers and take all the blame Ain't on my level, what a big shame Cutting up tracks like an execution You ain't heard this, I'm an evolution What's the solution? Off me it's a bonus Other MCs were my blood donors Who's this cat from Hammersmith Spitting on tracks and chatting sh**? Who told him he had a gift? Shut your mouth guys, have a spliff We don't wanna hear your minor story It ain't never been like you, Mr. Boring Chatline says you're depressed at ravers You wouldn't know Flo if she was your next-door neighbour So what do you bring to the table? I brought five courses You bought scrapses, horse sh** My eyes see lies like Inspector Morse's Earnt what I got like fair divorces Course it's better, keep the portion Made to measure, drop the pressure Come play the game, I'll test ya First I got clocked by the Streets Then I got stopped in shops on the street So I got watched by lots of peeps But then I got dropped with The Beats So there ain't no beef To a certain degree, it's working for me There's a new version of me, personally It's made me better as an artist and an MC Give me any BPM, anything you send, I'll hurl Watch me get friendly with a pen and a pad Please don't try and put me in a box Try and pigeonhole me, other pigeons better watch I don't hip hop, I genre hop Cause if I do urban, sure to flop I'm on the next pitch, spitting for the cheques dip Spit for your boys and just use it next year Hey diddle diddle, let me spit another riddim? Like another, like I've seen you in the middle with the three little girlies She winding purely, yeah, curly Give a little twirly, hurly burly B, I can shout all the bullsh** It don't make sense but the kids applaud it I used to ride 138s and chat nonsense Now I need a beat from Ronson I never have been on the list of what's hot But I still win like I beat the stopclock See, I got the business brains you've not got You know I sell more t-shirts than Topshop Whether tryna write hooks for pop songs Or chatting 16s on the beats from Locked On Crowds get high, Glasgow to Hartford Better fixed up, put brand new socks on This day, that day, every day a rat race Been around since Fatlace, tell me how That tastes, partner, no, I'm not a chancer Looking for the right answer like catch phrase Day, that day, every day a rat race Been around since Fatlace, tell me how That tastes, partner, no, I'm not a chancer Looking for the right answer, yo Rudeboy, don't watch me Cause I'll smack you in the boat like Rocky I know I didn't grow up in Stepney But I'll kick you in the head like Jet Li Nobody ever said I was a grime MC And it's fine by me, you're on a line by me And I've flipped the script, times a rhyme by three That's me, EG - rapper, poet, MC You know I don't send any friendly fires Better pissed off, bread bin, check your tyres The stock gets higher, even in a crisis I stand tallest, alright squire? Mixed by Wire, Mr Example One day I'm gonna be a king, be in a castle Me? I'll outlast you, take your crown off Pa**ed the parcel, f** you arsehole I've never been a hands-up dude you read off I'm more like the geezer the ravers feed off More than one genre, more than one lyric I do what I like, to me there's no limit Put up ya' lighters, I clash the Titans Fight the fighters, Mike fight the biters Spit to my throat, got tonsillitis That's on a Monday mornin', ha I'm takin' over, run straight past ya' No warnin', a real disaster Harder, faster, stronger, longer This one here was top of the cla**room Stop the lecture, drop the pressure Never say never, but nevertheless I Never say no to experiments Whether it's tenements, clubs, yards, spittin' with eloquence Positive sentiments Havin' a hell of a time and it's evident Don't question my relevance I've started on this so I'm back in my element