[Intro: NGMA]

Alright mate, can you go downstairs and get me a 30g pack of Cutter's Choice, green Rizlas and a bag of filters please bruv

Ah, fuckin' hell man, it's been a while, Jesus Christ

I feel cold

[Verse 1: NGMA]

Now let me start this off nice and slowly

I never like to pump an audience quite before they know me

I’ve been acting lonely, but not because I’m low-key

Instead I spend my time cooking up ravioli

Bet you’re asking "Who’s he? Never seen this boy around

Even though his flow’s sweet, why’s he in this part of town"

Mine is not a Pope’s speech, I do not wear a cloak and crown

But I’ma let my prose preach out and bring this house down

I started it off in the game at an amateur level, rebel to the rules

I never wanted to win any medals or peddle my way to the top of the queues

When at school, I never settled for anything less than a ninety-two

And likely you might like me to explain my incredibly mighty moves

I’m an Italian man with a passionate plan to educate the masses

Many are asking, "Hey man listen, why do you speak with an English accent?"

I was born in London town and making it happen across the classes

Master of the tongue of love and also the tongue of the Anglo-Saxons

The tongue of the Anglo-Saxons, those funny arrogant asses

Those motherfuckers who believe that they’re still running the planet

With their beloved monarch living off the commoner’s taxes

Axing cuts on public spending, sending many to their ashes

My sentiments exactly, I sense they might attack me

That's why I’m now in search of a bigger and better competitor actually

I’m madder than ever and badder than any I scatter my lyrical pennies and

Plenty if any of my enemies gonna end up in Tennessee sipping on Hennessee

A lover of tennis me, so listen carefully

I’m gonna start this off once and for all eventually

My country’s dead to me, but still I speak of peace

So here I am, nique la police

[Chorus 1: NGMA, NGMA & Deo de Madman]

Here I am, here I am? Here I am, here I am, here I am

Here I am, here I am? Yo it's NGMA and Deo de Madman

Here I am, here I am? Here I am, here I am, here I am

Here I am, here I am? Yo it's NGMA and... (yo, yo, gimme that)

[Verse 2: Deo de Madman]

God save the Queen, and the pastures green

On which Jerusalem was built by the neoliberal machine

Me? I'm a patriot - hah, haven't you seen me?

Sipping on bellinis, munching on my tuna melt paninis

Yuck - it's with disgust, I feel I even need to discuss

That I am anything other than the fucking bee's meniscus

Any you pupils want to dot my i's?

Watch me as I cross my t's with hibiscus

Deo the nonplus ultra, circling your putrefying minds like a vulture

Binging on your culture

An orgy in the Netflix adaptation of a porno

While I'm sat in the corner masturbating with Horkheimer and Adorno

I'm back I'm on the rag trying to ovulate and

Discombobulate more than those who will not inoculate and

Fabricate debates only to obfuscate

If I was looking to making a million

I would've taken a stake in the UK LLC conglomerate

But it does not correlate with the hammer and sickle in my veins

Heh - call it a sickness in my brain

But the competition in this game is a father-fucking fiction all the same

I'm insistent, and you could call me a stickler for the way

I'm addicted to eviscerate the dismal state of hip hop which precedes me

Like Banksy to graffiti

Lyrics couldn't be more basic written out in Arial or Calibri

Your book of rhymes is marked "Deo de Madman - ex libris"

I eat alphabet soup, you'll find superior rhymes in my faeces

Flashbacks of Vietnam as I creep upon the mic, here I- here I-

[Chorus 2: Deo de Madman, Deo de Madman & NGMA]

Here I am, here I am? Here I am, here I am, here I am

Here I am, here I am? Yo it's NGMA and Deo de Madman

Here I am, here I am? Here I am, here I am, here I am

Here I am, here I am? Yo it's NGMA and Deo de Madman

[Outro: NGMA]

Can you pass me a can of Red Stripe? Nah, a cold one please mate, if there is one?

Can you get me a chips and cheese?

Did they not have any vinegar? Nah, alright

Did they not have any, uh, cheese?

Did they have any ketchup? Did they have any mayo?

Did- nah? Ok