It takes me back to when I was growing up rapping

The new face of rap, don’t you know what’s happening?

Matteus Blanco, remember the name

Matteus Blanco, the boss at the end of the game

Tell everyone about me until my ears are burning

For years, I’ve been learning to hear the words in

A 4/4 time signature. Until my signature’s on a record contract

But I won’t kiss butt to get the contacts

This ain’t a song, it’s a warning. Overnight celebrity

I’m taking over in the morning

Remember the golden days of rap? Well, they’re back

Thanks to one man who goes by the name of Matt

I punch Big Ben in the face. I hit the big time with this rhyme

Ever since I could sense I was a man with rare flow

And spaniards call me “el gran rapero”. “The great rapper”

I’ll end up in Updown, you’ll just end up down so duck down

‘coz I’m shooting for the stars. At least I’ll hit the moon

You ain’t even shooting for the ceiling in your bedroom

You’re an owl. You twit-ta-woo the ugly ones ‘coz that’s

All you can get and I thought you could respect me?!

Well I don’t even need yours. There’s a lot of

Rotten potatoes in the game, I’m breaking the mould

It was taking it’s toll on me. It’s brand new. It’s not the same old

The beat has got a hold of me. The older me

Came to me in a dream and told me to keep going

There’s a big future ahead of me. There better be. I better see

It improving instead of me be in a job, just over broke

I’m being hip-hop. Just so you know I wrote

68 bars here. It was almost a 69’er but I

Finished too early. I’m like Dr Who, Dr Zuess

And Dr Dolittle all in one, talking to animals I’ve come

To talk to the fans of music. What do I stand to lose if

I stick to this and commit to this? Nothing

I’ll stay in a haunted house and walk about

And wait for the ghosts until they all come out

Of the woodwork and freak the hell out of ‘em

With such a good verse in 3 minutes

This song is longer than I’m on the john for

Reading T. Harv Eker. See, I can’t get a

Word in edgeways when Matteus Blanco

Is acting as James Franko except rapping for a 127 hours

I can’t even go to the toilet without thinking of a rhyme

That’s why I keep a pen in my trousers

I love rap music. I won’t quit. The only thing I’ve given up is

Smoking. There were so many things to live up to when I

Wrote this. I’m like a waterfall. I’m making a scene when I drop

I’m like a kettle. I’m making a T and it’s hot

I’m talking about the drink but something’s brewing

My name is out there. All my dreams are coming true and

I can sense it building and I ain’t trying to find something

That ain’t there like Yvette Fielding. It’s the warriors’ way

I’m weilding a shield and a sword and I

Will get a deal and tour, I’ll bet my life on it. Music

I confide in it, but I’m finding it a sign as if

You’re watching me. What time is it? It’s my time

It’s got to be. Why am I like Socrates, speaking of

Philosophy and exposing error?

I won’t drink your Hemlock, I’m a go-getter

Music is alive so I’m gonna go and get her