Wiley
Fam
[Chorus: Saskilla]
Fam, I don't wanna hear them man
Fam, my sets the realist gang
Fam, coming of a ten year ban
Fam, them man ain't riding like man
Fam, can't chat shit to me, man
Mana seen mills, seen grands
Fam, and mana real big mic man
Fam, always hot pon microphone stand

[Chorus: Saskilla]
Fam, I don't wanna hear them man
Fam, my sets the realist gang
Fam, coming of a ten year ban
Fam, them man ain't riding like man
Fam, can't chat shit to me, man
Mana seen mills, seen grands
Fam, and mana real big mic man
Fam, always hot pon microphone stand

[Verse 1: Saskilla]
Look, I ain't feeling man
That's why the DJ ain't wheeling man
He came on the mic with a whole lotta gas
Now he's bruk down, someone get a petrol can
They way that his boys were singing along to his bars
You would think they were breeding man
I don't give a shit how man gorillaz you bring from the zoo
King Kong, you ain't beating man
Nah, nah, I ain't feeling don
No one in the rave ain't screaming, don
You was on the mic, had the time of your life But no one in the dancefloor's moving, don
Shaking ya bum, moving wrong
Talking shit but all that's long
You live wit ya parents, you never paid council tax
Listen up, bredrin, are you dumb?