Verse 1 - Mark Fear

I got ma’ work clothes on torn covered and dusty

Clean cut muthafucka's never put ‘em above me

Hit a five star Michelin restaurant in my Hi-Vis

Knocked back, fully booked? Well aye kid

Funny thing is I make more money than most fellas

Looking down their nose at us, wondering who’s more jealous

You’re in a name tag and shirt ‘yessing’ abiding

I’m on site bumping Hip-Hop effing and blinding

Fuck ya suits I’ll keep ma’ boots

While you look at the summit of a mountain you regret that ya’ climbing

No P’s and Q’s here

I don’t have to kiss arse I’m just on the tools no stressing and jiving

I regret that the driving ban is alive and man

I can’t wait to get all of this shit back inside a van

As long as I’m alive and my fam got nice scran

House and a bit of money in the bank then

I don’t care, what you think of me

Verse 2 – Ramson Badbonez

You can think and say whatever you like

That ignorance has left you spiritually and mentally blind

When residing in mindless old cycles like vegetable merry go rides

Various stereotypes rendered by aeriel flight

I would say assumption based thoughts will suffocate others coloured

By another shade pace is underway like the journey of your blood to brain

What else can I say except I'm the one they love to hate

Custom plates on you won't buy wealth just hunger pains

Bald or grey with the old guy smell never astray

Looking bate ‘cos I go by stealth when manifesting the saying of know thyself

A spiritual Kemetic proverb it wasn't Socrates always been me

And never given up like minimal sex in a cold hearse or just a tranny ho’ without a hole

I couldn't give a fuck I'm telling ya