[Verse 1]

Big ship sailing on the ocean

E Channel, blame it on the Odoms

Why I want the same P Drizzy got?

I still want the same respect RZA got

Fans see me daily, say "what's happening?"

Said the man is missing like Madeleine

Thieving motherfuckers, take the game back

I know you kept the receipt in the same bag

I love the game, not the politics

So cuzzy I ain't making no promises

Now even my fam looking at me crazy

'Til they hear I'm out in Lisbon shooting for Mercedes

Why you ain't had a number one K?

Independent ain't the one K

Why don't you do a tune with David Guetta

Instead of these Sizzla Kalonji's

[Hook]

Spray fire, summer burning

16's turned the booth into a furnace

Cold winter, broken souls

You ain't seen nothing if you never seen broke

And the streets hungry, the streets thirsty

Need more work, so the bird be up early

Old school cheddar like Froggy and [?]

It ain't about the paper, because it doesn't concern me

Make them say "la la la"

The game is full of puppets and strings

Make the kiddies sing "la la la"

Who's running these Sesame Streets? Not Ernie or Kermit

Who put East London on the map?

East until they bury me in a Louis bag

And I've been cooking up a storm like Heston

Because my niggas want me back like Desmond's

[Verse 2]

Small fish, big ocean

Back against the ropes, Hulk Hogan

I was listening to Layer Cake the other day

Still feel the same way as what I wrote then

You're too real for your own good

Fuck keeping it real for your own hood

We know you're a creative but what about commerce?

Well maybe Rock'n'Rolla, that was too commerc'

But if you released Nite Nite now?

Man would see some Our Price sales

Kano on some Wet Wet Wet shit

But what you want from me is not what I'm obsessed with

Downside of a forward thinker

You do it first, but they do it bigger

Then I say I might as well sell out

But my heart fought my head and knocked his brain cells out

[Hook]

Spray fire, summer burning

16's turned the booth into a furnace

Cold winter, broken souls

You ain't seen nothing if you never seen broke

And the streets hungry, the streets thirsty

Need more work, so the bird be up early

Old school cheddar like Froggy and [?]

It ain't about the paper, because it doesn't concern me

Make them say "la la la"

The game is full of puppets and strings

Make the kiddies sing "la la la"

Who's running these Sesame Streets? Not Ernie or Kermit

Who put East London on the map?

East until they bury me in a Louis bag

And I've been cooking up a storm like Heston

Because my niggas want me back like Desmond's

[Bridge]

1, 2

I don't really talk that much…

I don't even know what to say…

[Verse 3]

I was gonna send this part to Wretch

But now I'm gonna tell you this story instead

But he would have murdered it, yep

Certainly, yep

Just like my brother Ghetts

But I've got a few things on my chest

And no, I'm not talking no chain

They say heavy is the head that wears the crown, let me explain

I was like poster boy of this Grime shit

After Dizzee and Wiley

Boys Love Girls on vinyl

[?] but you know I'm flying

Then I got a deal with 679

Money in the bank, yeah P was alright

Had a little beef in the ends of course, but I guess that's just fucking life

First album, let's call that a classic

P's and Q's, nigga that was magic

Even though at the time people were like that's hip hop, not grime or garage

Label didn't want to put song out

Plan B still tells me I was nuts

Because when I play that shit right now, people still go fucking nuts

A hundred thousand records sold, yeah we made it, yeah we made it

And I wouldn't trade it for no platinum, I'd go gold and keep my soul

Overseas, we're flying out

Eating good, yeah dining out

Paid for niggas alcohol, so what the fuck they whining about?

Sophomore, that was London Town, with some mixtapes in the middle

Some said I had gone commercial, but I think it's how they led the singles

I wanted to drop "Bad Boy" first, then "Buss It Up"

Couldn't see eye to eye, yeah we're both stubborn fucks

Couldn't see my vision, I weren't into being rich

That was hip-hop's younger sibling that was into being different

Then "This Is The Girl" with more fame than I was wishing

Now the [?] want more bars, the boss wants more singing

Gone. Slayed on the cross. Make everybody run and say Kano fell off

Then 140 Grime Street reigned on you whores

Independent and still better than that major manure

Method to the MAADness, money where my mouth is

Sixty grand canvas, fuck your fake Banksys

I live and die for my art

But sometimes the industry will push a knife through your heart

My legacy will definitely be rhymes and the bars

But time will tell if I was the Nas

And I ain't never sounded like Steps just to climb up the charts

So if I ain't a fucking puppet, that's a minor m'dawg

Some will say that I'm underrated, some will say I've underachieved

Some will say that I'm a genius, some say that I'm a G

Hope they know that I am legend and don't need no puppeteer

Because one thing that's crystal clear is I'm a fucking pioneer

Yeah, I want my props this year, position missionary - back on top this year

Bopping into Harrods, couple bags and ask is anybody selling any props in here

I want one in every colour mate...