Hey me, welcome back,
I'm on a rap and I chat with some tiki-tak pass the mic
I'm like, twice the guy I was,
Since a spliced Drew's life into my record,
Heads off like a Mayan God,
I take my applause,
And jump ship like a pirate (boss)
I'm flying off, with no pilot on,
But the pilot-light burns so don't gas me Lord,
Mad-a-mercy, I merk it, flow is deadly,
Rises mercury, are u upset with me?
Who me? Well I'm back.
Face facts, interact, I'm intact with raps,
That attack in parts,
I don't bark just bite as drama starts,
Like acting class but I don't act a part,
Spread light on mic's even after dark
Where my rappers at?
Okay... go away,
Your writtens like a throw-away,
No joking mate but your choking on your modesty,
And honestly it's got to me,
So please don't talk to me,
Yeah we both rap,
But that's that,
We've nothing more in common eh?
You're in column 'B',
Not getting in my colony,
Get dick in your colon mate and fucked like the economy,
Do you follow me? Rap mockery,
Killed a mocking bird to purge the Scot got away.
Try chalking me, a crime in the scene,
What I mean it's a crime scene robbery,
And I brought it sharp as a knife,
To the throat of a watery-eyed,
Tongue tied - owner of the property,
Debauchery, I know,
No fuck's given like a monastery.
I put the monarchy in mortuaries,
Crash the monopoly of sovereign snobbery,
Do you follow me?
Or on the contrary, walk away and go and play the lottery,
All out for self, and feel wealth is stopping ye?
Well, I'll, stop you there,
There's a number of rappers,
Rapping for numbers, and I don't care
(I don't care, I don't care)
Like your ma, lay it bare,
Don't need to seek/Sikh
Got it wrapped up tight round hair/here,
I'm the type that other types don't like, and that's fair,
I'm come across as a dick when I boss (boss) and yes I'm aware,
And I don't care,
I don't care,
I care about this, what I writ, but that's about it,
I don't care