Plan B
Who Needs Actions When You Got Words
When trouble comes knockin' I'll be ready, alright
Put my fists up, ready to fight
But I ain't got to put my fists up every time
Who needs actions when you got, you got words?
And I ain't gotta pull the heat like here we go
I ain't gotta lose my head like years ago

[Verse 1]
Who needs actions when you got words?
I ain't afraid to get physical
It's just that I hit harder when I spit on a verse
Cause I'm a sick spitter, spit so sick that it hurts
So sick at spitting I can even spit in reverse, still
You can step up to my face if that's the way that you feel
Throw a punch, I'll throw one back an show you one for real
Lost a lot of so-called mates since I signed this record deal
One more w***er bringing hate won't matter now I'm paying bills
No staying still, waiting for a giro
Feeling so frustrated I could stab someone in the eye with a biro
Having to drive slow every time I see the five-O
Cause there's a nine bar of skunk in my trunk and it's live-O
Used to shot the high grade peng so I'm used to cats that beg for scraps
And cat crack that don't make sense
Kai was true due even when you go to great lengths
I see through you like gla** and fake friends


[Verse 2]
Sticks and stones break bones but what I say'll hurt you worse
Leave you feeling dead and buried like you're six feet under earth
And if actions speaker louder than words
How comes I hear you hating but I never see you burst?
You just vex, cause you just wish you were where I am
You can't make people feel your set like I can
Pick up a mic and set the crowd alight, man
Shine so f**king brightly they think it's day when it's night man
That's right, man, you can't deny I've got talent
It's jealousy, you only hating cause you haven't
The more I blow, the more you hate me with a pa**ion
Now the press are on my d**k and people follow me like fashion
Well, I don't believe the hype, well that's all it is and nothing else
But I don't need the hype the words I write will sell themselves
Cause the words I write are from the heart, that's why they're felt
And you'll be eating yours, and mine are flying off the shelf


[Verse 3]
I'd rather murk mans lyrically, spray them with the spit from my tongue
Than going on a killing spree and living life on the run
Even if sometimes I do feel like getting a gun
And running up on everyone who hated me from day one
But what's the point in that? It's ironic where the point be at
Hate is from the heart, still the head is where I point the gat
Imagine how your face looks as I c*ck it back
Pull the trigger, imagine how your face looks after that
But it ain't worth it, bro, hey yo, I ain't thick
Even though I hear and seen so much that makes me sick
Come across so many fools don't make me wanna switch
I won't ruin my career just because you said some sh*t
I'll dead you quick, on the mics if you keep on beefing
Think you're getting to me, nah blood you ain't even
I'm-a leave it, so I maintain a cool balance
And you mean nothing to me like Paul Ballance

You got, you got, you got, you, you got
You got, you got, you got
Who needs actions when you got, you got words?
You got, you got, you got, you, you got
You got, you got, you got
Who needs actions when you got words?