[Verse 1: Nico Pain]

Sykotik FM to make you go hyper
Bring your girl round you know that I'll fight her
She could be any race, any height, any weight
You know I don't care I won't stereotype her
Get on with my shit
When it's done that's it
Always making tunes, got no time to sit
Just dropped a lovely new bassline
Vocals and strings, so I slap some drums on it
I don't let people get to my head
If I wanted your opinion I would've said
Let me make the shit I want to make
And spit what I want before I'm dead
I don't give a fuck if you don't even rate me
From the shit you chat I can tell you're bait, G
Vocal martial arts, I'm coming like Nate D
Don't try to start come say it to my face, G

I don't do crack, I don't do smack
I get high off the feeling when I make you backtrack
I get on the beat and make it smack like a hardback
I don't do laid back I do lyrical payback
No six pack, still keep back
I’ll make ya head roll back like a heavy rucksack on a roof rack
I don't get sidetracked, this one's a throwback
Bring the bark and the bite to this track like a wolf pack
Back to back grime attack make you feel heart attack
I'm charging up the whole scene like I've got a power pack
Built up like quarterback, keeping up like horseback
I'm on a constant grind like some sort of dental plaque
I don't even crack to negative feedback
Cause I know I'm on top like a megalomaniac
And every rhyme I drop is for the Union Jack
I'm always on the track, not a rest, like it's cardiac
[Verse 2: MC Airbag]

Fuckin' in a corner shop like I'm Cameron Monaghon
Cast a lot of spells like the Shadow Wizard Money Gang
Try to surpass our bars, that's denial
95.8 Sykotik on the dial
Motorbike incident like the game Trials
Micheal Morbius drinking blood from the vials
Put the haters in a box, throw it some miles
Do a line of meth then I snort my estradiol
Back to the shack, back to the crack and the lines of smack
Actually sober, drive a land rover
Didn't see the child, I didn't mean to run 'em over
From the law I run and my bars are done, so I suppose I
Gotta give it back to DJ Puce, yeah I hand it back over

[Verse 3: Nico Pain]

Sitting in bars, thinking up bars
One of the stars, gonna go far
I cannot be passed
All the other MCs, yeah they cannot be arsed
Yeah they try to go fast, yeah they're gonna come last
They dig up the past, like what's passed has passed
Yeah they already passed, yeah the past just passed
The pastor's pasta is a bit of a disaster
They call me the trackmaster, lyrical broadcaster
Rap ringmaster, bar forecaster
I'm growing in the UK like a tansy leaf aster
You're not a rasta
I'm the gangmaster
Coming home alone man, I wish I hadn't asked her
Heard a blast when I hit the gas, now I crashed
Guess that's what I get for going to fast
I'm watching from way back as my girl goes past
She’s being harassed
Don’t help her tho, I can’t be arsed
[Verse 4: MC Airbag]

They say close off a track with a double length verse
But I'll do lots of crack and rob a woman's purse
It's worse
Than the time I did another cutaway gag
Come near man you get cut and then fragged
I heard that your girl was a bit of a slag
But she seems pretty nice, so I robbed her bag
Cause if everything's nice then what will I spit
How can I make bars if the world isn't shit
Better not get lyrically deep
Gotta sell the singles so they play 'em on repeat
Gotta go on google and find images of feet
Gotta get a class to translate into leet
Gotta learn Esperanto so I can be cool
Gotta go bowling cause I really like balls
Gotta stop putting so much gay shit in my raps
Gotta stop the straight shit as well then trap
A gathering of haters in a very big machine
That annihilates them for chatting shit on me
Stated on the scene chatting shit on WillNE
Now he makes shitty videos while I'm on the beat
The whole worlds fake except for the gay shit
Ducking under bullet like I'm Neo from The Matrix
Gotta invest in a couple grams of crack
Then finish off the new Sykotik track