(Verse 1 - Res One)

Alright, let’s get it started then

I’m a marker to your parker pen

A big stinky teenth to your half a ten

A breeze to your market tent

A yard to your park and bench

Big bars to your garden fence

I’m a spark, you’re drenched

(Verse 2 - Datkid)

Let’s get it straight

I’m a Bentley to your rusty Ford

You’re nothing more than a flick knife to my mucky sword

It’s like a little garden gate up to some double doors

Or a dumb drunken scuffle when there’s a fucking war

(Verse 3 - Res One)

We’re like K2 and Everest to C-cup bras

Beirut to Devonshire, a ki to a bar

When you’re weak with your speech

I spit teeth from the start

You’re a little bitch fish

In deep with the sharks

(Verse 4 - Datkid)

We’re sunrays in the dark

A big field of dreams

You’re a blade of the grass

Trying to aim at the stars

But you couldn’t find the way if I made you a path

I’m a flame to your sparks

You’re a vein, I’m a heart

(Chorus - Res One & Datkid)

It’s just comparisons not battling or arrogance

But you ain’t challengers, you’re amateurs

We’re deep in the streets dodging PCs and cameras

We eat beats; you need heat to battle us

I speed speech these weak feeble characters

It’s just comparisons not battling or arrogance

But you ain’t challengers, you’re amateurs

We’re deep in the streets dodging PCs and cameras

We eat beats; you need heat to battle us

I speed speech these weak feeble characters

(Verse 5 - Datkid)

So who the fuck you starting with?

I’m Mr Miyagi to you karate kids

A thousand million miles to this half an inch

Dark eclipse over your little village

Steamrolling your clique in minutes

You’re barely beginning after we’ve hit the finish

(Verse 6 - Res One)

We’re like C4; you’re like a bag of matches on the sea floor

Dropping heavy rhymes to leave you flying from the seesaw

And not because we eat more

My rhymes stay fresh and healthy

You’re like a baghead trying to rap about getting wealthy

(Verse 7 - Datkid)

We’re like paedophiles on steroids to you 3 year olds

You’re a sleazy old silver ring; I’m a ki of gold

I stay fresher while you go green and mould

You’ll get beat to pulp

Watch a tiger fight a kitty cat and eat it whole

(Verse 8 - Res One)

You’re like the pavement to my dutty kicks

A razor to a bucky

I’m Chuckie to all you hating kids

Your statements ain’t the same as this

We’re made for it

While you waste your days away trying to make a take of it

My cadence makes a sadist switch

(Chorus)

It’s just comparisons not battling or arrogance

But you ain’t challengers, you’re amateurs

We’re deep in the streets dodging PCs and cameras

We eat beats; you need heat to battle us

I speed speech these weak feeble characters

It’s just comparisons not battling or arrogance

But you ain’t challengers, you’re amateurs

We’re deep in the streets dodging PCs and cameras

We eat beats; you need heat to battle us

I speed speech these weak feeble characters