Lyrics
VERSE 1
They want to know how I’m so high without weed in my system
if it isn’t Grime or DUB I stay distant
If cross over was genre called cross
them lot would believe in it more than a Christian
They can’t see me in the distance
my cd sells out in an instant
I give everybody what they want every year
call me santa merry christmas
Yo they should of listened
now I’m about to blow up like a piston
there’s a war against cheesy music
and me an my fans are the resistance
I’m real when I talk to the infants
can’t wet me p’s water resistant
funny families want to test me
I laugh cause they’re just real life simpsons
VERSE 2
Swerve told [bad word] an rip this one
gave me the pad an write this one
see I’m known for the killer metaphors that can murder the beat
an have any witness stunned
P I get it done
the best times three I’m tripling sums
flow is amazing, it’s so stupid
man are like how did it get this dumb
can’t lift this one
want to tango get your hip disc slumped
this guy’s a wally, I looked in the book bare times
can’t believe I missed this one
never should of picked this one
handsome, girls want to kiss this one
I pull girls, the only pulling you’re going to do
is when your spliff gets bun [bad word] I’m sick every line the crowds like HEY
I don’t get rolled or stacked like HEY
listen learn then repeat HEY
when you hear the metaphor shout out HO
now go back to HEY
first line secnond line third line [bad word] on keep the vibe going HEY
when you hear the fourth bar shout out HO