[Intro: Ghetts & read excerpt from Paradise Lost]

His pride

Had cast him out from Heaven, with all his host

Of rebel Angels, by whose aid, aspiring

To set himself in glory above his peers

He trusted to have equalled the Most High

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah

[Verse 1: Ghetts]

Flow's like upholstery so I compose flows

And flow like a pro; nobody coached me

I proceed like I don't need

Nobody, I'm taking over the whole scene

Nobody, I mean nobody

They can't tell me nuttin' at all

I've got suttin' for your whole team, got suttin' for the whole scene

Two-six, I'll press the buttons on the whole scene

I'll get you clucking like a dope fiend

More and more a G

I'm dope, I know you all agree

I'm not ordinary, top boy like I ought to be

You can be forty league

I've got boys that'll fight that have fought for me

Straight up, we're real, no forgery

You'll wake up in the field [?] G

Okay, let's all compete

I've got bars, flows, styles

Some might say that I'm all complete

But G ain't all he can be, I won't stop

Even when I got paper stacks all in the seat

G.H, the talk of the street

I don't spit, I just talk to the streets

And see what they think of the thoughts I release, I'm back

[Verse 2: Big Seac]

Get to know, it ain't a secret

If you didn't know, check every set Seac rips

Then you'll find that anyone who says that Seac's shit

He's pissed that I'm gone like a B6

And I'll slew any prick that I see fit

Those that test me demand a resit

And they can't keep up or beat this

They might as well do a Mike Jackson and beat it

Add it to my bars like an alcoholic

But I don't serve gin and tonic, I serve logic

The mic is like a chick for me to grip on

Beat is a next pavement that I spit on

Hard is the next punchbag that I hit on

My flow flows like Alizé that you sip on

MCs that decide to come against me

Are just like toilets that I shit on

I've got more shit than an arse with laxative

But I'm not shit, I'm the shit when I start to spit

Got a tight grip on the industry

Spit heartless with no sympathy

Takes ten of you to do what I do

Yet it will still be too hard for you

Why would you wanna step to the best?

You'll get left a mess, easy, no stress

[Verse 3: Akala]

AK-LA, do you know him?

Come on the track flowing like Jesse Owens

Anybody test, get fucked like I'm hoeing

Kick off the door soon as I've got my toe in, I'm a

Bloody bastard, flow is retarded

From Hagen to Harlem, I'm hard and I scar 'em

Asking no pardon and begging no friend

Deading those men, hard bars but no pen

Talk like a vet, I ain't watching no rep

Spend more time on your back than a sket

This is Illa State, you could never imitate

Originate, oh yes, and death don't discriminate

This is England, you don't know the block's hot?

Shots pop holes in your clothes like a hot rock

Moss Side to Handsworth and back down

Just another kid dead when the gat sound

I ain't no different, know the flow's sickening

I can still get my head wet like a christening

So I stay sharp and I watch for these pricks

No, I won't part with the watch on my wrist

Rolled on the booth, all I know is the truth

For little n****s hungry with holes in their shoes

So I show and I prove, and move like a gorilla

The illest n***a I figured the man in the mirror