Gunpowder, treason and plot
Rush hour fiends on the block
Sunflower seeds in a pot
Man are planting the seeds for the crop
Yeah man my team is a lot
The cream of the crop
Yeah man I'm here with my Gs on the spot
Kamakaze got the season on lock
I'm a hustler baby get lean on a botch
Charlie Sheen with a rock
Man I'm lighting up
Midas touch
Up the gears gonna grind a clutch
No leg to stand up
Find a crutch
If you weren't so shit I would't mind as much
Road rage was no bumper car
You little bumbaclart
Man you ain't got the nuts to start
Man are so under par
Shove your shitty little 16's up your arse
Man I've done your dance
You man ain't got the gloves to spar
Firearms they can't box with gods
Let alone touch a star
So think before you come for ours
With bars I'm a bully
Write get well soon on your bullet
Then pull it
I'm gully you muppet
Smell the musk from the musket
Told you the mermaid was nothing to fuck with
Flow sound as dank as the crow in the blunt skin
Flow is disgusting
MCs get fried like the dough in the dunkin'
The light in the dark I'm the glow in the pumkin
Moanin' and frontin'
Suggest that you hide away
Bout to blow I'm the spoon in the microwave
Them man are goons on cyber space
What a precious life to waste

Man can't relax or chill
This is grime not trap or drill
I told a man this is nigh not ill
I asked the mandem who's real they said yr- yr -yr you are
Man are sending for me wh- wh- wh- who are
Them man are fucked it
I said put them man in your prayer and your du'aa
Man can't relax or chill
This is grime not trap or drill
I told a man this is nigh not ill
I asked the mandem who's real they said yr- yr -yr you are
Man are sending for me wh- wh- wh- who are
Them man are fucked it
I said put them man in your prayer and your du'aa

Where's the punks and mosh pitters
Where the mass like rain not kane, I'm not sickers
Where's the thugs and cop killers
Don't want saints at my shows I want sinners
Tell them dickheads there the plot thickens
Let it be considered
I've had more wheels then you've had hot dinners
Clock figures
And we've brought half the mob with us
Man start playing hide and seek
Violent streak
Man are no kaiser chief
Riots I don't predict em
Man I inflict em
Man are make victims
Leave man laying on his face like Klinnsman
Friction
Leave your face lookin' all crimson
Simpsons
Man know Matt's the creator
Man I'll send a man back to his maker
Like a trip back to Jamaica
Man move back a yard
I'll push an airline back a yard
Man are like raa
Kamas hard
Welcome to the abattoir
Your T-shirt it says cocaine and caviar
My research it says low pay don't have a car
Which one is it?
See young man get lift when I switch off physics
I don't tend to switch off lyrics
But if man want to step in the wild
They know they better say my name
See who's a survivor destiny's child
Separating the boys from the pen
Big Kamdog got the poisonous pen
Them man talk about nines and four fives
But we both know it ain't quarter to ten

Man can't relax or chill
This is grime not trap or drill
I told a man this is nigh not ill
I asked the mandem who's real they said yr- yr -yr you are
Man are sending for me wh- wh- wh- who are
Them man are fucked it
I said put them man in your prayer and your du'aa
Man can't relax or chill
This is grime not trap or drill
I told a man this is nigh not ill
I asked the mandem who's real they said yr- yr -yr you are
Man are sending for me wh- wh- wh- who are
Them man are fucked it
I said put them man in your prayer and your du'aa