Speak To Em

(album: Didn't Make The Cut - 2012)

What you doing fam? I'm spitting bare crack
Bare nitties on my Twitter saying 'How you done that?'
Bars for the cats, shut down the flats
I'm pure diamond and who's harder than that?
Harder, I go so in that it's crazy
#WorkRate, never move lazy
More time it's Hennessy but I stay hazy
[?] nineties baby
I'm from the West where the beef's on a hold down
Run boys, slow down, get yourself mowed down
Big spinners round 'ere, no reboars
No fables, stories or Eeyores
Uh, and how you talking 'bout danger?
What'd you know about seeing kids with the taser?
Big Afghan AK's with the laser
Looney, fam I end dubs, no Fazer
I heard you think you're harder than this flow
What you know about the kickback on the wrist blow?
Default beef keeps you stepping on tiptoes
You might leave the ends but you're taking a risk doe
I remember when my life wasn't sticky
Me, Zel, Saff living down in Bricky
Chilling in Morley's, didn't know stress then
Nowadays pagans tryna find my address
I've got stress fam, but I keep calm
'Cause I wanna see the green grow like a weed farm
Sip Yak and I space out when the beat's on
Straight darging on the chicks that I cheat on
Sip champs, I ain't come to [?]
Left hand make your heart stop, [?]
I ain't Tony Hawk so no I don't ramp
But I keep on the grind 'til I ball like a champ
I does this true, you're a cheater
Stand on my own, no following the leader
You man are getting famous like Tulisa
Sucking bare wood, battyboy, me na see ya
And if you talk crud, get your face bust
Only on your mum's BDay is the cake cut
You little gem, sit down, you're a fake thug
You don't air slugs and you show fake love
Look, you know who's above this
You can ask the mandem if I does this
But I show love to [?] ugly arse
The females about Che 'Yeah he's lovely'
I ain't gay, I'll talk about swag
And [?] money so you know about my bank
Fake internet goons upping fake buttons
Real G's will do sutting and say nutting
I've got fammo down South like my don Jack
And when I need a trap beat I've got my contact
They be hating on this nigga cah they gone whack
And they be hating on their wifey cah she gone black
Call me B-52 cah I bomb cats
I ain't in it for the fame, where's the contract?