[Verse 1]
I couldn't give a fuck about your reputation
I'm the star on the top like Christmas decorations
And me merking you right now that's my estimation
Dedication plus patience equals elevation
Get your voice on any station
Why you waiting?
Why waste time debating, fucking around and raving?
Late nights I'm in the studio slaving
Eight nights a week, too many days in
That's when you see me with a beard, fuck shaving
I'm tired of rhyming but I am a
Pain in the backside, your plan backfired
You can look up anyone that's tried
They can't merk me, never that, that's right
It's not that season nor that time
I ain't boasting but I am that tight
So shut your noise and gimme that mic
Heard the beat, I was like, "Gimme that, Mike"
And I wrote some fucked lyrics that night
I'm on point, no falling behind
It's all in the music, it's all in the mind
What you call it, garage?
What you call it, grime?
Call it what you wanna call it, I'm fine
But rhyme-wise I got a short order of mine
Doogz, Dee, Wiley, Ghetto
These have got new flows all of the time
[Chorus]
Testing
Mic check, one, two
So-and-so called your name
So? What's new?
Fuck him
Fuck them, fuck you
If they want to clash me I would love to
[Post-Chorus]
Hello, who is this? Who are you?
There's beef on Deja, it's going off on the roof
Shut up! What, now? What crew? What, Nasty?
Nah
Fuck you!
[Verse 2]
My flow's big, big, big, I spit hits, kid
Big tings, rude-boi I'm done with this shit
Quick, quick, quick - the shit click click
And I'll be like, "Smith, put the stick to his ribs"
He's rich, rich, rich - take that shit
You win some, you lose some, son
The life is a bitch bitch bitch - ain't that a bitch?
Oh well, bad luck - piss, piss, piss
I was born to be rich
Santa knows I had money on my Christmas list
And when you get some comes chicks
Then all of your texts end in a kiss, kiss, kiss
"Hi - hug kiss, kiss" that's how they greet me
All because I flow ill like a sickness
I'm a sick kid, but when I spit hot shit
I'm on fire, but I'm a big blitz
[Chorus]
Testing
Mic check, one, two
So-and-so called your name
So? What's new?
Fuck him
Fuck them, fuck you
If they want to clash me I would love to
[Post-Chorus]
Hello, who is this? Who are you?
There's beef on Deja, it's going off on the roof
Shut up! What, now? What crew? What, Nasty?
Nah
Fuck you!