Like a club in West End, no capping
You know what would have happened if they never sent me packing
If you saw me out in Yard on the dance floor snapping
Very high chance one of the dargs brought the Mac in
You're on a game my brother double numbers throwing madting
Never thought my little bro would be affected but it grabbed it
I thought his behaviour would be patterned
But now we're sleeping on his behaviour he caught a case for a 'napping

[Hook 1]
The Irony, the irony
They couldn't see me now they all got their eyes on me
The Irony
You can't look me in my eyes if before you try style on me
Pussy
Don't you know I'm back like I never left
Even at my peak I can never rest
My n***a sent an avalanche 'pon your ends, trapping
White everywhere like the EDL's marching again

Don't give a fuck like he's celibate
That's why he sell a bit
No Scarface but he can get rid of it
So much potential they say that he can win a BRIT
But to win a brick would be a blessing right now
So he's waiting on a drop like a festival crowd
Run up in house
Gun up in mouth
Before I landed I was searching for land
Even as a juvenile I was a man
Now I'm a man I realise the man there were boys
More time you have to build and destroy
More time you have to destroy then build
Where I'm from it's kill or be killed
In order for the mandem belly to be filled they were running in banks and jumping over the