Intro

(album: On Your Marks - 2017)

Yeah
On your marks you ain't ready for my

Yo, I said I'm
Sick with it fucking rip it till the beats finished
I spit an image when I pay the mic a visit
Got an evil sort of spirit but I'm classy like a violinist even though the lyrics are explicit fam you need to get wid it
On your marks I swear this is just the start
Right here in the finish line its so far apart
But I'm grinding like Tony tell him don't phone me I can't class him as my homey

Put your trainers on its time to get the cake in don
When you hear the bang? off the blocks and get the racing on
When I hear a tune I hit the booth and get to lace him one
How many Mc's are overtaking {none}
Fuck it pick the speed up I might need to lift my knees up
Nah I ain't from Peckham but I'm tryna get my P's up
Tell a man to ease up when I spit I switch the? up or I might come with it cold and move my engineer to freeze up
I just holler that YJ told him I copped up something fresh he said why wait
Rolled to the Stud's I'll be there in a few I said when I drop this said man'll be like why aitch {why}
Cause I'm in Manny's top 5 there's no doubt about it
Cause when I drop lines I build a sound around it
I'll round guys that'll place the fist right where your mouth is, yeah I'm from north but dons located in the south bits

Sick with it fucking rip it till the beats finished
I spit an image when I pay the mic a visit
Got an evil sort of spirit but I'm classy like a violinist, even though the lyrics are explicit fam you need to get wid it
On your marks I swear this is just the start
Right here in the finish line its so far apart
But I'm grinding like Tony tell him don't phone me I can't class him as my homey

When I bring out a tune everybody gets so gassed that they ain't even realised my work rates shit
I write bars when I want and take all the time I need
To be honest I don't think I know what work rate is
But if I, put my mind to it I could probably shine through it
When I'm feeling stressed I play a beat and rhyme to it
You can send but why do it cause you know that I slew it
If there's a big brick wall in front I'll fly through it
Like, uh, fam I need this I'm hungry for it
Man don't want a feature don't want the white younger on it
Fuck 'em, YouTube I'm doing numbers on it, beats so cold I need to put a fucking jumper on it
Tell 'em if they want it they can come and get it standard
Come through with a mic in front of bare bystanders
I don't know what you're thinking don your girl's got standards
Why d'you think that when you call the bitch she never answers

I'm
Sick with it fucking rip it till the beats finished
I spit an image when I pay the mic a visit
Got an evil sort of spirit but I'm classy like a violinist even though the lyrics are explicit pussyhole get wid it
On your marks I swear this is just the start
Right here in the finish line its so far apart
But I'm grinding like Tony tell him don't phone me I can't class him as my homey