Listen close, I got a mic, so nobody's stopping me

I say what I got to say, and you're forced to listen to me

For the last time I ain't a motherfucking G

Just a kid, with a mic, and I'm rapping like a God you see

Remember that there ain't a chance of flopping me

Now listen to a true MC

Not some crappy ass bullshit we got on the radio these days

I bet 2Pac, Biggie and Eazy E are spinning like merry go rounds in their graves

They're ashamed

But what else can I say?

I'm tryna bring back real music and get rid of these gays

We got undiscovered people like D-Pryde and Hopsin

Who can't open the door to fame while the shittest rappers are locked in

Look, I ain't here to cause trouble

Just giving you music and above your head appears a thought bubble

You think, What if he was famous?

Would he still be heinous?

Would he like the fame?

Or will he quit the game?

Or will he end it all by jumping in front of a moving train?

I don't know, I guess we got to wait and see

But 'till then my YouTube account is as hard as my name will ever be

Cos rap turned me crazy, and rock made it worse

Now everybody wants me in the back of a hearse

Alright, first things first

You better know, I ain't a chav tryin' to steal your purse

I'm an artist

And in the kitchen man, I'm the knife that's the sharpest

And I ain't gonna spit bars like "Damn this tart is

A real bitch" No, OK? My rhymes are the hardest

And I spit fire motherfucker and my fire goes the farthest

This flow is flying as high as a kite

You other rappers better say night night

Cos my raps are knocking out your raps fucking lights

Don't believe me? Play this track to your mother

And hear her say, "Damn! That shit's real tight"

I wish my life wasn't fucking boring

Wish it was party all night and sex every morning

Fucking bitches early while they're still yawning

Wish I was the shit and I would never be falling

As long as I'm alive motherfucker I'm ballin'

Rappers say the money isn't everything

Say they never feel like a king

But I still want a little taste

Of the fame

The fancy rap name

And the bitches all day

I want it, I need it

I need random bitches sitting on my face

My Mum's probably watching me like, "What a disgrace"

You think I can't say your girlfriend is the size of Jabba

But I can, cos when I have the mic I feel like I've got the power

Like I'm holding a loaded gun

I'm gonna say what's on my mind so shit rappers better run

I mean every word I say so don't think I'm just having fun

It's the rap olympics, it's a shame I haven't won

But oh well, just enjoy my album and bitch, welcome