[Intro]

Yeah!

Yeah!

Oi, the mic's very loud

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Like, who the fuck are you?

Yeah, who the fuck are you?

Is it recording, yeah?

Yeah

Yo, look

[Verse 1]

I come direct and I inject

And I'm expecting your respect

I'm a baller, you've been checked

I'm the kinda kid you can't detect on the road

You know out and about

I'll put my elbow in your mouth

You're a fassy, there's no doubt

I bet my sword will make you shout

I'm intense, you best see sense

I'll have you hanging from a fence

Then laugh at your expense

And maybe chuck you fifty pence

Snitch you make me switch

You sound and look just like a bitch

Whether you're poor, or whether you're rich

I'll leave you lying in a ditch

'Cause I'm from ragged raggo rags

You ain't raggo rags like me

I'll behave when I emcee

Ragged raggo raggedly

We easily be the worst

Bust academics first

Batty crew emcees get academically reversed

I'm academically perverse

I'm academically perverted

Batty crew emcees get academically diverted

Some return, we clearly get burnt get hurt

Until they realise they should have academically have blurted

[Chorus]

You don't want the beef

You don't want the grime

You ain't got the guts

I ain't got the time

But you can come to the manor get jacked

Come to the manor get killed

Come to the manor get shot

Come to the manor get killed

We call it armshouse, armshouse

Go and get your crew

If you can't back the armshouse, who the fuck are you?

We call it armshouse, armshouse

Go and get your firm

If they don't wanna listen then we better make 'em learn

[Verse 2]

Raised in the gutter, I was told I should fight

I create and cause confusion from the left to the right

I'm sweet as a nut, I'm doing alright, cosy and comfortable

'Stead of trying to avoid the sergeant, PC, and the constable

Raised in the gutter, I was told I should pop

I create and cause confusion from the bottom to the top

I'm doing okay, I'll honestly say this year I'm flying through

I could easily find myself in jail but I ain't trying to

I keep it clear and frank

Relax with the pressure

I'm dirty and I'm stank

But ain't nobody fresher

My haters make enquiries, make it obvious they care

When it comes to my location they would love to be aware

But I could be in the manor, could be overseas

Could well be definitely making P's

Could be live at Wembley warming up for Jay Z

Still I'm definitely certain that you can't see me

[Chorus]

You don't want the beef

You don't want the grime

You ain't got the guts

I ain't got the time

But you can come to the manor get jacked

Come to the manor get killed

Come to the manor get shot

Come to the manor get killed

We call it armshouse, armshouse

Go and get your crew

If you can't back the armshouse, who the fuck are you?

We call it armshouse, armshouse

Go and get your firm

If they don't wanna listen then you better make 'em learn