[Verse 1]
Big ship sailing on the ocean
E Channel, blame it on the Odoms
Why I want the same P Drizzy got?
I still want the same respect RZA got
Fans see me daily, say "what's happening?"
Said the man is missing like Madeleine
Thieving motherfuckers, take the game back
I know you kept the receipt in the same bag
I love the game, not the politics
So cuzzy I ain't making no promises
Now even my fam looking at me crazy
'Til they hear I'm out in Lisbon shooting for Mercedes
Why you ain't had a number one K?
Independent ain't the one K
Why don't you do a tune with David Guetta
Instead of these Sizzla Kalonji's

[Hook]
Spray fire, summer burning
16's turned the booth into a furnace
Cold winter, broken souls
You ain't seen nothing if you never seen broke
And the streets hungry, the streets thirsty
Need more work, so the bird be up early
Old school cheddar like Froggy and [?]
It ain't about the paper, because it doesn't concern me
Make them say "la la la"
The game is full of puppets and strings
Make the kiddies sing "la la la"
Who's running these Sesame Streets? Not Ernie or Kermit
Who put East London on the map?
East until they bury me in a Louis bag
And I've been cooking up a storm like Heston
Because my n***as want me back like Desmond's
[Verse 2]
Small fish, big ocean
Back against the ropes, Hulk Hogan
I was listening to Layer Cake the other day
Still feel the same way as what I wrote then
You're too real for your own good
Fuck keeping it real for your own hood
We know you're a creative but what about commerce?
Well maybe Rock'n'Rolla, that was too commerc'
But if you released Nite Nite now?
Man would see some Our Price sales
Kano on some Wet Wet Wet shit
But what you want from me is not what I'm obsessed with
Downside of a forward thinker
You do it first, but they do it bigger
Then I say I might as well sell out
But my heart fought my head and knocked his brain cells out

[Hook]
Spray fire, summer burning
16's turned the booth into a furnace
Cold winter, broken souls
You ain't seen nothing if you never seen broke
And the streets hungry, the streets thirsty
Need more work, so the bird be up early
Old school cheddar like Froggy and [?]
It ain't about the paper, because it doesn't concern me
Make them say "la la la"
The game is full of puppets and strings
Make the kiddies sing "la la la"
Who's running these Sesame Streets? Not Ernie or Kermit
Who put East London on the map?
East until they bury me in a Louis bag
And I've been cooking up a storm like Heston
Because my n***as want me back like Desmond's
[Bridge]
1, 2
I don't really talk that much…
I don't even know what to say…

[Verse 3]
I was gonna send this part to Wretch
But now I'm gonna tell you this story instead
But he would have murdered it, yep
Certainly, yep
Just like my brother Ghetts
But I've got a few things on my chest
And no, I'm not talking no chain
They say heavy is the head that wears the crown, let me explain
I was like poster boy of this Grime shit
After Dizzee and Wiley
Boys Love Girls on vinyl
[?] but you know I'm flying
Then I got a deal with 679
Money in the bank, yeah P was alright
Had a little beef in the ends of course, but I guess that's just fucking life
First album, let's call that a classic
P's and Q's, n***a that was magic
Even though at the time people were like that's hip hop, not grime or garage
Label didn't want to put song out
Plan B still tells me I was nuts
Because when I play that shit right now, people still go fucking nuts
A hundred thousand records sold, yeah we made it, yeah we made it
And I wouldn't trade it for no platinum, I'd go gold and keep my soul
Overseas, we're flying out
Eating good, yeah dining out
Paid for n***as alcohol, so what the fuck they whining about?
Sophomore, that was London Town, with some mixtapes in the middle
Some said I had gone commercial, but I think it's how they led the singles
I wanted to drop "Bad Boy" first, then "Buss It Up"
Couldn't see eye to eye, yeah we're both stubborn fucks
Couldn't see my vision, I weren't into being rich
That was hip-hop's younger sibling that was into being different
Then "This Is The Girl" with more fame than I was wishing
Now the [?] want more bars, the boss wants more singing
Gone. Slayed on the cross. Make everybody run and say Kano fell off
Then 140 Grime Street reigned on you whores
Independent and still better than that major manure
Method to the MAADness, money where my mouth is
Sixty grand canvas, fuck your fake Banksys
I live and die for my art
But sometimes the industry will push a knife through your heart
My legacy will definitely be rhymes and the bars
But time will tell if I was the Nas
And I ain't never sounded like Steps just to climb up the charts
So if I ain't a fucking puppet, that's a minor m'dawg
Some will say that I'm underrated, some will say I've underachieved
Some will say that I'm a genius, some say that I'm a G
Hope they know that I am legend and don't need no puppeteer
Because one thing that's crystal clear is I'm a fucking pioneer
Yeah, I want my props this year, position missionary - back on top this year
Bopping into Harrods, couple bags and ask is anybody selling any props in here
I want one in every colour mate...