Chorus //
Verse one //
But when i swing all these rappers, they be ducking the mic /
I know they’re trying get they’re shine on like they stuck in the light /
But i’m so swoosh with it like i’m f#cking with nike /
I just do it, i’m so smooth fluid like enrique /
I’m east london’s finest f#cka’ “h.a.c.k.” /
C.l.a.p now that spells clap /
I’m from clapton, you better clap a tonne when i rap /
If you wanna talk crap, i ain’t trying to talk back /
You can say what you want, but you can’t cut the fact
That i’m one of the illest’ and realest to make you feel this
And witness while i diminish these rappers and leave em’ finished /
This is business, i do this for the listeners /
So everybody wanna’ come and hear it like it’s whispers /
The def lyricist “it ain’t hard to tell /
I’m the funk to the y to the d to the l
Chorus //
Verse two //
They say life is what you make it so i’m writing that script /
Some mc’s turned commersh’ and they was hyping to switch /
Call it what you want, i guess they lost the fight to the itch /
So i don’t really see nothing but a mic’ and a b#tch /
Holding on to that real sh#t, i tighten my grip /
So step off with that moist sh#t and tighten your zip /
And think of something much better when you’re writing your sh#t /
I just say it how i see it, i ain’t biting my lip /
I work hard for these stages and i parred with the greatest /
I been broke as joke and made marvellous papers /
A one man band so just calm with the favours /
And go work like i work and get a job with your neighbours /
Or your pops or whoever, i ain’t trying to sound clever /
I don’t need to f#ckin’ try, that’s an effortless endeavour /
I’m one of the nicest, you know what i mean? /
And this ain’t mtv but that’s a sweet sixteen… nuh!!
Chorus //
Verse three //
I take rap back and roll with my cap back /
This ain’t no act, fact! i’m acing em’ blackjack! /
Ya’ll wanna chat, chat? then knock yourself out /
You can put on that wack act and knock your wealth out! /
I ain’t stumbling or stuttering these lyrics that i’m uttering /
These haters wanna’ hate me cos i’m back up in the cut again /
I’m still learning, i’m still track burning /
You can hit me with your tennis serve, i still keep returning /
And i’m so damned determined to eradicate the vermin /
While i’m writing and i’m turning over revenue and earnings /
With a style that’s so discerning like i’m trying to pull a girl into my
Dressing room in berlin while i’m rocking with the germans /
(bad bwoy!) funk delta to the lima /
Got my eyes on tomorrow like miriam makeba /
I’m so international my fam call me visa /
If you never heard of funky, then you better raise your steez up!
Chorus //
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