Verse 1;
Let me start this set without saying im the realest
Cah ima spray some lines just to tell you how i feel quick
Im so sick of fake tramps that don't know what the deal is
So im'a break it down just to make sure they feel this...
Its not one of them ones; Clarky's got a fresh one
Got rid of all the old 'shh' its just the way my pen runs
It bleeds slow, bleeds fast, feels flows as beats pass
A beat lasts? hmmm... three 16, bars...
I've lived my future; seen my past
Messed my world; you see my arms
I rep the town that fucked me up;
But they will never shut me up!
Cause now im coming up, so lets move on...
Moving on i make a step, take a break & take a breath
You make your break, i'll break your leg
So make a change; you're facing death!
Rude boy you're not famous yet
So fall back and save your breath!

Verse 2;
If the reapers in your face, then stand and keep your place
There is no greater metaphor; no deeper words for page
No greater words for choice, these haters war my voice
Cah im better than these guys who just fill the beat with noise like...
"blud you think i give a fuck?" "you think that i won't stick you up"
"murder you twice and at your funeral i'll dig you up"
I'll reply rihanna style; no next singer stuff
'COME ON RUDE BOY, BOY, BOY IF YOU'RE BIG ENOUGH!"
Its just the way i roll bro, i been broke and stole loads
Kno i been on top since i brought out 'going solo'
Fuck from me to you shit, its not the way to do shit
No need for a wifey; cause im faitful to music
Since i been reformed, i change how i record
I thought id switch the style up & sell this shit in stores
From non stop work indoors, im now on top on sure
No next comercial ting, stay 'clarky' real-&-raw!
Clarky raw-&-real; watch the way i kill;
Ima drop a mad verse and watch em hate it still! (cah i love it!)


Verse 3;
Theres a million ways to die; so choose one first
Ima choose to do this music; abuse it til my lungs burst
Typical yout; smoke drugs when my lungs hurt
Im a millions times better; still they're better cause they done birds?
There ain't another guy to smash a tune in one verse
Cah clarky takes control before i do things they done worse
They're done merked, cos dumb words, get your whole team cut
My tounge blurts this fun curse; best bring your G's blud!
Cah I'll make your toughest guy say damn this mc's fucked!
Hear a 16 like yeah that was 'C' bruv!
I hear an instrumental; bar like i was meant to
Drop the sickest thing you ever heard and didn't use a pencil
I didn't use a pen too! i went where i was sent to
Check the school i went to; still hold tight like friends do
So dont try acting up; chatting like im gassing blud
I'll walk straight past you; to your dad; then smash him up!
He'll drop twice, bitch alot; i only slapped him once
Watch my bars leave you caged in; never guess what gage did?
Im not just playing, spraying
Bruv im just saying...