I'm cool, I'm calm, I'm collected...

I be chilling

Wit the whole Crec Collective...

I'm cool, I'm calm, I'm collected...

I'm chilling

Wit the whole Crec Collective

KarimThaPeasant:

I'm contagious

When I rhyme they get wavy

I won't ever drop shit daily

Kennedy kept em waiting

I don't need yes men around me

Why do all my opps be surrounding

Made a track about mountains

Now the mad world is a mad ting

Im elated

Man you know my set lists amazing

I dont need a tech

I need a lady

Im frustrated

Flow spat so damn basic

See my words in that matrix

Tripped up bars like i'm on loose laces

I be looking adidas

You be looking k swiss

Ages

Since i've ever seen anybody like me

So i got half on a hope and half on a dream

If i ever find a girl like me

Ah ahhhh

Thats calm

Thats cool

Thats blessed

Complex ting with no stress

I got half on a hope and half on a dream

If i ever do dirt confess

Ah ahhhhh

Like text

Don't text

Doesn't matter if we end up in a bed

Got time?

Come mine

Imma have to help my girl undress

Ah ahhhh

Hook:

I'm cool, I'm calm, I'm collected...

I be chilling

Wit the whole Crec Collective

I'm cool, I'm calm, I'm collected

I be chilling

Wit the whole Crec Collective

Brudda Nay:

Rooms heaving

Manamans smoking

Tombs breathing

Manamans ghosting

Like a British Tutankhamoon

When I come in the room

You know everyone's toasting

I Got the gyaldem roasting *moans*

Not 1

Not 2

Got loads in

Judy over there wit my brare

Tiffany in my studio chair

I said it just it ain't fair

Yea yea

Throw your hands in the air

Throw em low

Throw em high

Take it easy

Then go mad

For your Brudda from the east see!

Nay from the east side

When I played kiss chase

All the gyal would arrive

That was back when I was

Six or 5

When garage used to bang

In every whip and every ride

Now I'm getting older

It's me on the map

Got the black scene

Going clap clap clap

Got the white scene going

"Listen to his raps"

Cos I spit so cold

It mek the system collapse

Uprisings in Egypt, and Libya

If you chat shit

Then we'll get rid of ya

All across Europe

Yea we still can

Gone for so long

They call you Madeline McCann

Roll you up

Rip you up

Like a backstrap

Smoke you down so smooth

From an ounce to a gram

Praise Rastafari

We don't eat ham

And If I say Wagwarn

I expect one back

Yea, yea

I expect one back

If I say wagwarn

I expect one back