Effing OG - Intellectual

[Intro]

Uh huh, pay, listen, fucking OG mate, yo

[Verse 1 - P Money]

Good luck to MCs that went the next way

But I think grime or dubstep's the best way

You can hear me or JJ from 5 til 7 on rinse that I pay him every Wednesday

I ain't gonna change now, let's vain

's gettin me a new yard and a template

Slang dat this hit rave in your one now

Got way more windows than an estate

Stick that in your membrane

I squash my rivals like no leg space

I don't know my fans on a personal level

But still they call me the best mate

Move for your greens, checkmate

I'm known, but still like an X-Man

I ain't gotta be best friends with the groom at his wedding

To show you that I'm the best man

[Hook - P Money]

I stepped in like who runs this town

We can do this thing like it's a western shootout

They lookin at my face like "who the hell is he?"

Do your research, I'm a fucking OG

I stepped in like who runs this

Who runs this, who runs this town

They lookin at my face like "who the hell is he?"

Well do your research, cus I'm a fucking OG

[Verse 2 - P Money]

Real UK music, that's what I'm sellin ya

Shouts to Koder, big up Jennifer

Michael gets me shows on a regular

Cus I'm the real, no, not a replica

Age 15, I was watchin other grime artists

Perform at the Urban Seminar

Now doin a thousand shows releases every month

And I got a fan base in America

I feel lightyears ahead of ya

I control more than a magazine editor

Everybody here knows me as King P Money

When I jump off the plane there I'm the senitor

Sick CDs, sick flows, sick tunes, sick videos

Too much for ya retina

I got bare haters, I'm tellin ya

D-Brup rats are worse than Anjenica

[Hook - P Money]

I stepped in like who runs this town

We can do this thing like it's a western shootout

They lookin at my face like "who the hell is he?"

Do your research, I'm a fucking OG

I stepped in like who runs this

Who runs this, who runs this town

They lookin at my face like "who the hell is he?"

Well do your research, cus I'm a fucking OG

[Verse 3 - P Money]

I say one word and they know what the lyric is

I murder tracks from the starts to the finishes

The flow's hench and I ain't even jimmin it

I'm so the opposite of what a gimic is

Birmingham, Cardiff, Edinborough, Manty, Croatia, 'biza, Nottingham, Plymouth

It's only a few places that I've visited

You ain't gotta tell me you know I'm killin it

They're lovin, it cus I love it

Sick with a fountain pen; no smudges

I get a whole meal now; no nuggets

I got the X Factor, I don't need judges

Didn't want to back me, now they back friend

But it's all good though; no grudges

You'd think I was Usain Bolt

And the scene was 100m by the way I run it

[Hook - P Money]

I stepped in like who runs this town

We can do this thing like it's a western shootout

They lookin at my face like "who the hell is he?"

Do your research, I'm a fucking OG

I stepped in like who runs this

Who runs this, who runs this town

They lookin at my face like "who the hell is he?"

Well do your research, cus I'm a fucking OG

[Outro (sort of)]

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