[Verse 1: Mic Righteous]

First off I wanna start by saying RIP Deppy (RIP brother)
And any other MC that has been buried, Lukey, Esco, any
Can't keep going because there's too many
Man are getting killed over pennies
Man are getting killed over breadcrumbs
Tears in my cup of Henny like Skepta
Way too many snakes move friendly
Jet ski wave but the tide is getting rough
And the tank is too empty. Sneakbo, he know it
Shit gets peak but we keep going
Know what it's like when the pain ain't going
A real man'll feel your pain when you show it
The feeling's too familiar I seem to know it
Mind's strolling, weed-blowing fucked up my day
I was high through the whole thing
But we don't buy weed no we grow it
Man can never die as long as there's street poets
Fuck growing up man, I'm glowing
Alcohol flowing, top down it's snowing
Singing why's it always got to be the best ones
Ain't about mine when death comes
Dead or in pen, that's where I ain't gonna end up
Living in the South East Kent, I'm feeling like
I'm living in something that's similar to EastEnders
So close to the drama, fuck that film Offender
I'm more than an extra, I'm in the streets going extra
Always got to get one extra
Mad out here the setting's real messed up
Then I'm getting spun on 1Xtra
("Yo it's mad! And I swear yeah, anyone in the ends that's shotting food to my Dad I swear you're getting jacked, on my life you're getting jacked")

(Boom boom boom boom)
I ain't got a gun but it ain't hard to get one
Remember that
(Sample: Fucking twat, just fuck off man you silly cunt)

[Hook 1]
Certain man are reaching again
Still neck deep in the ends
And we, and we don't speak to the feds
Deal with this, deal with this beef like men

[Hook 1] x 3

[Hook 2]
Me I'm frustrating as evil will bend
Dead or in pen, that's where I ain't gonna end up
Living in the South East Kent, I'm feeling like
I'm living in something that's similar to EastEnders
Woo! Mad! Mad! Bitch I'm up next! Woo! Mad! Mad!
You here what I just said? Bitch I'm up next!
Woo! Mad! Mad! Don't get me upset, your bitch is undressed
You're getting dicked down, I'm smoking this loud
The shit just got lit, yeah bitch I'm up next
Woo! Mad! Mad! Bitch I'm up next! Woo! Mad! Mad!
Don't get me upset cause bitch I'm up next!
Woo! Mad! Mad! Bitch I'm up next! Woo! Mad! Mad!
You here what I just said? Bitch I'm up next!
Yeah, bitch I'm up
[Verse 2: Mic Righteous]
Dog's off the kennel and broke off the leash
Watch how you tweet, how you tweeting 'bout me
[Sample: You ain't even brushed your teeth]
Shouts out to Leesh, that's my G right there
When I'm in a DM, she'll be right there
Bare stressed out, no one sees my tears
Damn fam it's nearly been five years
Since SBTV times that's me right there
Getting all deep when my fade was weak
Now it's peak man need my hair
Damn Mic where you been out here?
Blowing Tangerine Dream in the air
There's crowing casualties over-reacting screams
Know that that was me, been everywhere
No I actually mean everywhere
I've been in care, been in a special needs class in school
With the kids that were in the wheelchair
In a way I feel like I am still there
'Cos I ain't going anywhere, man are never scared
Fuck your career, it's Mic's year every year
You don't want to fight me 'cos that ain't very fair
I'll punch a man and leave claret everywhere
Then drop a Jaykae ad-lib "Oh Yeah!"
Too honest, can't cock-block me I'm too on it
Spin an emcee no matter who want it
Been off for a hot minute
Bros are like "When's it gonna be your time Rocks?
Seeing you do well is all I've got."
Damn fam that's too honest
Big nosed Arab with an even bigger dick
Still fuck your chick on a car bonnet (Ah stop it)
Too real, can't knock it
And if we're on the same track and your verse is whack
Tell Tone to take his bars off it (Haha, ah stop it)
Too honest, you don;t want it with the kid
I'll kick off quicker than Ronnie Pickering
[Sample: "Who?"
"Ronnie Pickering!"
"Who the fuck's that?"
"Yeah, Me!"]

[Hook 1] x3

[Hook 2]

(I'm gonna do it man, I'm gonna do it man
Oi! On the real, fuck this shit!
Bitch I'm up
Some of them are slipping-ah
Some of them have grudge me-ah
Class a Vampire
See me on the telly-ah
Face getting popular (What?)
Someone chat's shit and-ah
No disrespect and your dress is matic-an-ah
Raise up the dead and-ah
Worship the devil
Red is my best colour
Me and Tone, we are players, instigators
Hired your girl, made her famous
I send her over to you, you're getting papers
Twenty-one seconds, we're getting papers
Twenty-one seconds, I dead the fakers
Ay yo, Tone, tell them I said laters

("And no one can sue me on the publishing right 'cos this is free.")