[Verse 1: Metropolis]

Yo, yo

Loose strung fat spitter, gruesome axe swinger

Hoodlum track ripper, Crookham pad slinger

Mercenary old wolf with shoes worn coarse past

Highly sought after like old don sword master

Iron fist (Iron fist!)

I insist death to these white-collar highnesses

We strive for [?]

Calling out the crimes of the state till they quiet us

With infrared beams, high-tech guns with silencers

The kingpin but not on no bling ting who sings hymns

Got my life balanced on a thin string

With a slim hold who flows sort of tinkled

He's known for a skip oath with folders full of mink gold

And while you sink slow I walk across the quicksand

To reach the oasis where there's freedom from this sick land

This fam reppin' hip-hop from UK headquarters

Reachin' worldwide as we fly skies and tread waters

[Chorus]

Yo, bruh, this means war

Foreign Beggars givin' you more than you asked for

This is for them heads that we wanted that hard pour

Swingin' heavy lines that shatter your glass door

[Verse 2: Orifice Vulgatron]

Yo, backdraft, poor bugger, stats mastered, sought after

Coarse laughter, walked after planet, twist the cork father

School graph paralysis, yo, calamity's my middle name

Scissor snip your mismatch challengers with little brains

I'm switching lanes this in the game, it's straight take-over

Status hold the H's while your joker face me, game over

I stay colder than souls banished to Canada

While you hold hands with [?]

Them fassys look at the package on my stamina

Push the perimeter, move viciously

Imagine what would happen if this rapper pursued the papers

This paper sees me shaping the system like it was porcelain

Forced to win, forge my old forgiveness, I was born to sin

I thwart the queen bee and make the house white

Move to new paths, we choose to cruise past your arse like

[?] [?] this man's starting a-fresh, yes

Harvest to death, embellished, my fetish is carving flesh

[Chorus]

Yo, bruh, this means war

Foreign Beggars givin' you more than you asked for

This is for them heads that we wanted that hard pour

Swingin' heavy lines that shatter your glass door

[Verse 3: Orifice Vulgatron]

Yo, we move through in unison with youthful exuberance

Dutifully cruising to the future, choose to move with us

Or suffer 'nuff

Brothers [?] the scarper when it's game on

We're two albums deep while you're still working on the same song

Long that, drop dat, drop tax, cutbacks, shot cats

This ain't just another bomb track

Watch that, tryna figure where the day's gone

Business imposition, still spittin' in the name of..

[Verse 4: Metropolis]

Yo we backhand a brass rapper, the fass smacker

Back snatcher, pass grabber, swing a bat until the tacks match up

Certain bredders rap the same but I have to vary

Droppin' styles to keep 'em drowned out like Glastonbury

Slappin' bare teeth, you're actin' lairy but you fags don't scare me

Your status is imaginary like a bag of fairies

You'll burn out once I throw this last molotov

Orifice, pass the gas, can we fill this last bottle, cuz

[Chorus]

Yo, bruh, this means war

Foreign Beggars givin' you more than you asked for

This is for them heads that we wanted that hard pour

Swingin' heavy lines that shatter your glass door