[Intro]

In my city I’m dark knight

In my city I’m dark knight

Bright lights, in my city I’m dark knight

In my city I’m dark knight

[Verse 1]

When you try to step to me then I’m fetch the ladder

See I be coming up the ranks and I ain’t talking shabba

Pussy smelling the petal from a lavender

And if you think you on my page, we on a different chapter

I like the scene, I’m like a rappers wrist

What they claim to have and selling all those bricks

That’s why they fucking with my music, cause it’s pure and honest

While these other rappers changing to the trends like Hot Topic

Non-stoppin’, jaw-droppin’, I’m awe-shockin'

I’m English and I’m fly, I guess I’m Mary Poppins

Take a flight to LDN, I let the labels cop it

See they fighting over me cause I make a profit

And the music industry is fucked, I know it all so well

So when I tell them “kiss my ass”, they say they never kiss and tell

Will I be the greatest ever?

Let my music sell itself

But as far as I’m concerned, I got it wrapped up like a belt

Money smell like creed, a duff of Louis V

See I can spit this simple rap shit, but man that’s kinda weak

Danny Seth is who I be, I shine like jewelry

Smoke a J up in the booth, shit I gone forgot the D

Thats DJ booth I’d be the proof that london starts for me

And if they hating on me, switch the languages like C'est la vie

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Never started from the bottom but no one on top of me

Smoking old batted G’s Beni Ourain while you sleep

When you wake up, you can find your mistress laying next to me

I ain’t lying when I say I’m about to save my country

I spit that Himalayan shit, I’m moving mountains with my speech boy!

You can’t touch me with this rap shit

I only spat 4 years, I got more fire then some match sticks

How I am blowing up, thats some talent plus some tactics

But for now, I feel like chilling like a mattress

See I’m making Perception the greatest ever

While I see thes other white boys try and copy like a mirror

See I heard your shit before it sounded kinda weak

Watch me blowing from the sidelines, guess it’s time to peek

Well then fuck it, give me something I can fuck with

Give me something one who got style, talent

Someone who can touch me, there’s no one

That’s why I’m moving forward with my rhythms

Using synonyms and anecdotes to strengthen how I’m spiting

Deviling the details of my fit from hellment

Lang, let me spark this PF Chang and show you how I’m smelling

So that coppers seeing me and smelling me, you get it

So now you’ve got to hear me out for like 10 further seconds

Never judge me off my color, outfit or my presence

Just listen to my words and tell me I ain’t sent from heaven

I ain’t satan but no reverend felt with tighter than insult leggings

Man The British Coming tell them Danny sent you, woo!

[Outro]

TBAC, TBAC

Cause its bright lights, in my city I’m dark knight

In my city I’m dark knight

Shouts to DJ Booth, each and every time

I ain’t even started, I been working hard on Perception you feel me

(The British Are Coming)

It’s gonna be worth the wait I promise

MD$ on the beat, killin’ it

TBAC, the British coming