{Verse}

Early morning, get up, I know your fed up

But you gotta keep your head up

In the face of hate, we spread love

And I'm depressed a lot, granted I impress a lot

Of people when I'm smiling while the feds aren't arresting us

Like a fun son living with my mum

Even though I am the best MC under the sun

Still living in the slums in the streets of London

Where that little gunner boy goes rump-pa-pum-pum

And in this volatile climate, the people want music that is actually timeless

And I'm still Camden's finest, you rewind this, Mos Def behind this

And it's Turkish on the beats and for my enemies it's like a precursor to defeat

Or something like a bleak murder in the street

With belief I can lead Greeks further on my feet

Never sign a merger, record labels are all creeps

It's like a constant scene from Get Him to the Greek

And I don't like people telling me what to do

I just don't

I can't imagine relinquishing any control

Everyone knows when one card is down, many will fold

And I stay strapped with plenty of flows

Just in case I encounter one of many of foes

I am very morose, even though around me there's no Henny to toast with

Note this, I am still here posting

Can't turn me away with a swarm of locusts

And I never do what the most did

See me land punchlines while I am coasting

That last night was very sick

I embellished nearly everything Aneurin Bevan did

And I'm breaking into heaven quick

[Outro]

Happiness is open for business, none of your business

Happiness is a warm plate of mmm yeah

Happiness is naked in the sandals, ? running arrow

Red, blue, yellow, black, sweet ?