[Verse 1 - Chester P]

I'm sick to death o' this

I'm sick to death o' running around

I'm sick o' selling weed

I'm sick o' living in London Town

I'm sick to death of rap

I'm thinking about putting it down

I'm sick of sitting about

Thinking about making a pound

Taking a pound to make it two

Is starting to weigh me down

But I'll be sticking around

Cursing with my dick in the ground

I'm sick of these rapper kids

Screaming about bringing me down

I'm king of the ring

I'm keeping the belt and who can stop me now?

I'm doing the things I've always done

Stood on rocky ground

I'm sick of the copycats

Doing a show for cocky clowns

Stood there running their mouth

Wondering why I'm knocking them out

But by the sun in the sky

The teeth in your mouth I'm knocking 'em out

I'm cutting the keys

So ain't no chance that you'll be locking me out

I'm sitting on clouds, spitting on Krauts

And out there rocking crowds

I'm sick of the fakes

I'm living the life that thеy're talking about

They're walking around

Without a cluе what they're talking about

[Hook]

Whatever you wanna do, whatever you wanna say

Whatever the rules you make, however you wanna play

We're taking the belt away, whatever you wanna say

We're taking it home again, we're taking it home again

Whatever you wanna do, whatever you wanna say

Whatever the rules you make, however you wanna play

We're taking the belt away, whatever you wanna say

We're taking it home again, we're taking it home again

[Verse 2 - Farma G]

I'm feeling the dirt just like I'm Ramsay

I'm quick on the draw like 'semite Sam

And nobody does it as nice as how the Farma can

Who's making the beats that got producers shhh

Snatching your mic and spitting the rhymes

And bunnin' the flag you're flying for this Great Britain

Who's keeping it London blud

I'm 'Bury villain 'til I die

The clash of the titans MFTC we N5

We keeping it street though

And nevertheless we get flows we make dough

We slapping you mans you got told, we stay pro

I'm telling you fakes that we will stay true

While suckers they do tunes that go pop

Like they just ripped off the Neptunes

I'm serving you pussies with a hard time

And leaving you with the sublime

Using my mind I figured it's mine to say whatever

Some call me abstract, I'm snatching your hat

Your rucksack and club track, no play act

We matter of fact and way back

We stop foes who figured I'm posing hard in their shell toes

You rejects, no matter the day or night, we're killin' defects

It's Farma the wise guy, you paying the price with this rhyme

I stay grime, I'm one of a kind, don't step outta fucking line

Remember the name I'm lyrical killer Farma chin chilla

The chiggedy T.A.S.K the Force are still winners

[Hook]

Whatever you wanna do, whatever you wanna say

Whatever the rules you make, however you wanna play

We're taking the belt away, whatever you wanna say

We're taking it home again, we're taking it home again

Whatever you wanna do, whatever you wanna say

Whatever the rules you make, however you wanna play

We're taking the belt away, whatever you wanna say

We're taking it home again, we're taking it home again

Whatever you wanna do, whatever you wanna say

Whatever the rules you make, however you wanna play

We're taking the belt away, whatever you wanna say

We're taking it home again, we're taking it home again