[Verse 1]

Yo, arrive with a bang

Everybody now knows I'm in the dance

Get the crowd hype is the plan

Top moths wanna vibe with me man

Now yeah

Guess who's back

With Hennessy bars just like 2Pac

Dressed fresh, lemme get 2 snaps

When I flex on Dubs, they step to that now

Now I'm calling the shots!

Yeah and wha?!

Nah I'm not calling it off

You better bring all that you got 'cause

Round here it's all gone to the dogs

But we're not calling the cops

Head high, walk tall with a bop

Wanna chop me down but I'm not gunna stop

I blew up the club with Badman

Do it for the Dub like that man

Salute to the brother Yo Math Man

Come through with a Dub fall back man

Said that I'd clash them all I'm not picky

Said they're spitting that raw they're no Ricki

Said that they'd kick in my door, they're no Biggie

Mate's put bricks in the walls they're not brickies

Paddy rap flow they take to the mick we

Spit what we mean, not takin' the mickey

Your moth we me is takin' the mickey

A quickie with Vicky and yer lookin' for a hickie then

Then I'm on to the next thing

Slim build but I'm constantly flexing

Raybans on with a fresh trim

Mango's a don don't test him

[Chorus]

But I'm grand with a pint of black in my hand and a mic in my hand

I'm grand, yeah, I'm grand with a pint of black in my hand and a mic in my hand

I'm grand, I'm grand with a pint of black in my hand and a mic in my hand

I'm grand, I'm grand with a pint of black in my hand and a mic in my hand

[Verse 2]

Told you before I'm the man of the year

Only one Badman here

Only see him when I stand in the mirror

Pal I'll beat you like your old man on the beer

Lips waving son you wanna fix them

Complaining that festivals I play never picks them

G'wan and complain to them pricks then

While I'm bussin' out raves out in Brixton

Take names not givin' a fuck

Make change when I'm ringin' them up

Drink in my cup, this ginger is nuts

Livin' it up, come kick it with us, yeah

Round 2, comin' for survivors

Pull up the riddim and put up yer lighters

Jump on the riddim just to prove I'm the livest

Jump on the riddim touch mic like Midas

When I'm twisted and faded, celebrate like I made it

Man I'm lifted and wasted. Knock out Haze, no David

So whatche mean whatche mean?

Don't gimme whatche mean

You know what I mean, I'm the sick one here

You're the one looking green

I'm the dope one here, but you look like a fiend, wha?!

[Pre-Chorus]

Well I'm Rapih, not 'cause I rap fast I'm Rapih

Like slang from the past I'm Rapih

Drink Cognac by the casket son I'm Rapih

Wel I'm Rapih, not 'cause I rap fast I'm Rapih

Like slang from the past I'm Rapih

Mango bring it back I'm Rapih, Rapih, Rapih

[Chorus]

But I'm grand with a pint of black in my hand and a mic in my hand

I'm grand, yeah, I'm grand with a pint of black in my hand and a mic in my hand

I'm grand, I'm grand with a pint of black in my hand and a mic in my hand

I'm grand, I'm grand with a pint of black in my hand and a mic in my hand

[Verse 3]

I rip shows, keep thick dopes on their tip toes

Every clique knows Mango slits throats

Quicker than I switch flows

Knock it out like Klitschko

Fit yokes hanging of my hip though

Nah, you don't get it man, no

Just forget it man, no

Check the Method Man

A Redman blew it up like whatever man

I never asked for respect

I get it when I'm cashing a cheque

Run you out the dance in a sec

Nothing to my face, you're a sham on the net

But and I'ma Don like Vito

And every song gets a reload

Can't be talking to me though

Heartless when I stomp on their ego

Only man in Dublin C-I-T-Y

When I rhyme, guaranteed rewind

And I know you all see why

Sitting on top of the charts before tea time

Summer time comes and I'm on tour

And every night is an encore

Shell down all night crowd still want more

I'm on the grind so you better be in yours

Only hustlers win you shoulda known that

I got classic, you got throwbacks

Body a show, write toe tags

Everybody better now Mango's back

[Pre-Chorus]

I'm Rapih, not 'cause I rap fast I'm Rapih

Like slang from the past I'm Rapih

Drink Cognac by the casket son I'm Rapih

[Chorus]

But I'm grand with a pint of black in my hand and a mic in my hand

I'm grand, yeah, I'm grand with a pint of black in my hand and a mic in my hand

I'm grand, I'm grand with a pint of black in my hand and a mic in my hand

I'm grand, yeah, I'm grand with a pint of black in my hand and a mic in my hand