INTRO

Amp this is crazy!

Yeah thats what, thats what I mean man like

Man are from the same place but they ain't from the ill side of town

So, like them man can just stand like they're repping the ends

But boy we all know the truth like

They're going overboard like.......

VERSE 1

Fuck a sailor, CD on sale without a mast

One man show he don't even need a cast

But still able to put your body in a cast

He does it physically not with a spell that he casts

He does it whether your full or half-caste

Cos most of these rappers these days is half-assed

You can see me when you see me or can see me with the semi attached

Hopping in to your semi detached

And its the the real ting fam not a fake one silly

There's only one of you but your nine milli vanilli

Which means you an imposter

You don't have to say a word I can assess you wear a dress by your posture

Lyrics are deft defying as well as self gratifying

I straighten niggas out when I'm applying the iron

So thats full steam ahead with a little bit of spray

And you know where I rep all day

What more should I say?........yeah

MIDTRO

Them man don't even know the ill side of town

They don't even know about nothing man

They all fucking playing in videos like they do

And they fucking don't

VERSE 2

To capture the rapture to fracture the rapture they snapped ya

Inebriated with your jewels alleviated, and they can't believe he ate it

How's he washing down his meal?

With oasis off the shelf on another level still!

The lyrical skill is sexual pleasing

He won't wash his willy so he's easing the cheese in

And she's on her knees and outside is freezing

But he's still rock hard distributing rock hard

It's embarrassing harassing him for clashing then

They only wanna verbalise he'll end up mashing them

They won't get the lyrics its embarrassing

Like "5,9" my competition pale in comparison

Put the beat on i'll do my thing to it

Me and rap's is a marriage what I say has a ring to it

A lyrical imprint now that never fades

I got this forever... like aids

What more can I say......yeah

OUTRO

Boy i'd like to say I'm back and all that shit

But thats some bogus cliche'd shit man

You niggas done know like

VERSE 3

See cos I'm a beast that's about to have a feast

That's word to my niece my rhymes ain't phat they're obese

You might have trouble trying to work them out

You see they're lazy as well as fucking crazy

My spontaneity will destroy all your gaiety

See I'm the party pooper that appears with the shooter

See I'm black and I will screw the black Victor Meldrew

Leaving bodies with mildew I don't spit I do spew