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By Wiley

On The Ascent

Released on April 1, 2013

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I don't pet, I rain on a set

Going so hard I gained the respect

Respect is mutual, the same I expect

When I give it out without the chain on my neck

Give it out without a thought of a plan, though

I'm from a cancel block I get around, though

I make waves that are big out of tyne show

And I do that I'm big out of time bro

No king will ever go untested, it's what he does that might get him arrested

How he handles things that he requested

How he caters without requesting

Anything from anybody you might offer

Said I'm not a don, but they was off their rocker

I'm not a blocker but since I joined twitter get right and I'll block ya

You're a good act of an actor, I laugh

And it hurts like a fradatadatcture (fracture)

You can be the don of this town, that town your city on the riddim I'll cadatadatcha (capture)

I go to the hood and give badacadatcha (back)

Call me a king, that's a fadatadactcha (fact)

I ain't no fiend don't cudatatdatcha

I've got my business into that, to that, to that

I walk in like crew disagrees, I'm my POG for everybody in the scene

Stay ol' free, cause I was poppin with the dream

Now it's a reality bobbin' in a weave

You do grime but stop you when I breave

I go to the gym and I feel like Rocky when I leave

Man feels stocky when I leave

Don't ever sound sloppy on a beat

I'm in free and I'm E one for it east

I could take one E one towards the south for me a bit but east I'm more

If I manage to chat on Twitter the beef's unsure

Ignore that if you wanna elevate higher

Cause we all know God loves a trier

I didn't get here overnight

I spent so many years walking through fire (fire)

You will get pied didn't get far cause you still tried

All your hype died, all your fan's lied

And me I'm just a MC inside the ride

I do it for real, that's why I'm still firing

I could bring a monkey and a lion in

That's who I am, I'm wear my own garms and I do my own ironing

I'm just screening bars like I ain't got a life

Got one fresh ting but I ain't got a wife through danger

Blood, I could trainspot a hype

They flicker in eye, I said the flame's not as bright

Game isn't tight, the aim isn't right

I roll like a comet, I came on a flight

You ain't having it, I'm the same on the mic

So I can't go fast and blame on a mic

Don't touch, you'll burn your hand on a stove

I'm not in Ladbrookes when I say that I'm standing in grove

I can handle my role even though I know I ain't no random approach

My hand grows cold, that's right for it, I'm right for it

Test me, I might set you a light for it

Spray can, I'm ready to spray and

I believe in myself, I'm ready to spray anger

Twenty of the best and now I will put twenty to the test

And I leave all twenty in a mess, pick twenty of the rest

Doing that again, that's forty

Not just twenty of the best, I'm stepping on stones

No bad bones in my body, but I gotta start stepping on clones

Don't forfeit nothing, rip out of zones

Caught one spit and get out your phones

Fire spit fire, you should be alive

Bees buzzing around me a lot, I should be a hive

You hove around me a lot, I can see a vibe

If I hove around you a lot I can see a style

Shit MCs, I can see a pile, but it's better they learn now than try in a while

No time like the present, I'm present

And grime ain't felt this alive in a while

So have a laugh, stink, have a bath

Feeling like Rozay, then have a glass

I made snowman, ice man know me

Frost bite lyrical man, an avalanche

Cause I don't think my production act that much

But I don't think that I can't

Open the logic, tage [?] I make one

That instinct can rid him that I know another can't, blood

Run up in your place like what then

Then it could be mic stars cause my manaman already got them

Too many bullet in the pen, I gotta stop them

Take pics I don't like and I crop them

Too cure in a game, so

If I come across another artist, I can't knock them

If I see a kid who don't know jack shit

Tell him put down the knife and I block them on pop them on

I only work for legs and arms

I said I've been a bit lucky like charms

Them man are cool they never had arms

Might have chromes but never had a heart

Never had a finish, never had a start

I ain't come along like: what the rass

None of these spitters in my class

I was making noise even since I swing

Let me put it on now, let me see what I think

Quite cool like the colour blue

Same colour as the drink I drink

Don't wait for the day I sink

Cause more than often I'm out of sync

Some are hanging on, ain't heard new stuff

I know you don't work, I'm out of blinks

Pumped out chick chilling on a red

Just like the yellow M on the Maplyeys' sign

Nigga might be late but then it's black peeps time

Might be hated but I catch these rhymes

See, I know a young belly, you will come for the belly

And take the whole belly like that's his types

See me in a carnival, that's me type

Got test passing more and that's revise

And I might despise of any of them guys

Who don't wanna work nights but that's his life

Might call Danny Phillips, see what's gwan'

Shots of jaeger bombs Black Keith life

Realage, Woolwich, back to queen's life

Skunk [?] sticky like the inside of a bee hive

I'm the cop, the man for the job

Kind of seems odd, but the fans decide

Phone Z dot get 'em riddim kill it with a headshot

Some man have gotta hear lie like escort

Man are looking for a wave on a Friday night

When I'm free wanna see you what the west got

Don't test me, I put a hole in your best top

I'm a young gun ain't lettin' off the test shop

Ain't the best and your best not get in my way

Cause I'm top and your sex not

That's why you dub play stop before they hear me