{Intro}

Math Man

[Verse 1]

Stop your cryin'

Caught you lyin'

Said he's got mots on the line

Cut that shit like you're chopping lines

Must've lost your mind

Tryna copy mine

Ripped my flow, just swapped the rhymes

But I'm the first in the Dub that would rock the grime

And this spot is mine 'cause I earned it

My company flow with end to end burners

My Missy got a big hoop and she work it

Put the thing down now flip and reverse it

Punch line perfect

Started a wave those muppets surf it

Surrounded by MC's nobody's heard of

Name a top MC Mango wouldn't murder?

...I'll wait

Don't put your hand out like you're my mate

You know real Paddies they don't like snakes

Don't need no cosigns I'm straight

No copy cat rap that I rate

In fact that shit gets me irate

And I'm a don at a session or a studio session

That's five mics and five crates

So I told 'em

[Chorus]

One tune got that whole city buzzin'

Two phones, call your brothers, call your cousins

Three stripes on me, got 'em by the dozen

This for anyone who thinks I'm fuckin' buzzin'

One tune got that whole city buzzin'

Two phones, call your brothers, call your cousins

Three stripes on me, got 'em by the dozen

This for anyone who thinks I'm fuckin' buzzin'

[Verse 2]

The fuck you lookin' at?

Ye little fucking rats

Talking 'bout "up the flats"

You've never been up the flats

Fugazi shit had enough of that

Fugazi thicks said they're up to clash

You're crazy kid you're not up to scratch (Nah)

Don't make me dish out a couple facts like

You must think we're stupid

Thinking we care who you're cool with (Fuck off)

Give a bollocks 'bout that mate say what you want

But we all know what the truth is

Think you're legit cause a few hits

Loose lips got the kid looking foolish

But it's really easy being ruthless

Wreck you head like "What you gonna do kid?!"

It ain't "just rap" to me (Nah)

Not "just a bitta craic" to me (Nah)

I've been everything that I've had to be

I've been everything that you cannot be

I've done everything for my family

Took no handouts, never had degrees

And ye never done a day's work in your whole life

So what the fuck ya gunna yap to me?

So you do that shit for a cheque

Get retweets but no respect

C'mon man what did you expect?

You could take a piss and never get checked?

Jaysus wept

The fuckin' neck

Your whole style man it's been done to death

This is rap music never get used to it

Mango at a show you better come correct

'cause I got that

[Chorus]

One tune got that whole city buzzin'

Two phones, call your brothers, call your cousins

Three stripes on me, got 'em by the dozen

This for anyone who thinks I'm fuckin' buzzin'

One tune got that whole city buzzin'

Two phones, call your brothers, call your cousins

Three stripes on me, got 'em by the dozen

This for anyone who thinks I'm fuckin' buzzin'