I regulate like Nate, I race round ends
I decorate estates and paint towns red
I can levitate your face with a three pound
But I'd rather educate my race than break out siege
Never had a penny, had to break down Zs
Kingsmill I run but mi chase down bread
Quick on my feet, I've got them greyhound legs
Ya boy's superbad, they call me James Brown, Ghetts
I'm with Chantelle, she half decent
We're friends with benefits, I call that smart treatment
You man are Eski, look at my stats from last season
Lord God, I can't even
Begin to explain how man have been going on
They used to call me ugly, they gave man a complex
And now I beat another brother's girl without a conscience
Lightskinned don, he thought man weren't no contest
So I rolled up on there, [?]
You would think that she hadn't seen me for yonkers
She was like "weigh in, you the grime MC?"
I said "yeah but just know, man float across genres"
Tempo specialist, in fact
There isn't a tempo I haven't conquered
I'm partially deaf now, I need a hearing aid
I don't hear the same since Dre wrang out the monsters
Still I run 140 Grime Street
I'm like "what you doing round here, where you from cuz?"
Playtime's over, but the moves are still swinging
And [?], it's due to kill him
I can describe a fist fight, but who would listen?
It was midnight, six guys, new addition
Flick knives inside, some true religions
Walking towards me, and I knew I should've crossed the road
A bunch of black cats would always lead to superstition
I could see it before it happened, supervision
Ahh, when you're in a situation where
You're walking with your woman and she fine
So of course she causes looking, alright, look but don't touch
But some bruddas moving reckless like they looking to fight
About "wah gwan babes?" like say man's invisible
Disrespect, could you believe what this n***a said?
Ellis, I should push your wig forward, make you think ahead
Now I'm squaring up in front of a circle
And I sense I can get wrecked in this tangle, yeah, I rap
But what the fuck had you thinking that the punch'd be verbal?
Man are coming at me from every angle
See, I [?] rush in and feel like I've been mugged off
Ahh, camera's out, my face
Worldstar, mugshot
Bruddas wanna hold me off
F that, sunblock
Rappers wanna battle me
Save that for JumpOff
Back to the matter in hand, it just happens this
The same hand that my anchor's in
I'm like-