KS is a martyr like Dwayne Carter and

Drag em cross the floor like, drag em cross the floor like deadweight

KS

Early morning, went to bed late, I'm the original K, them man's template

I still teach man a thing about flows, Sensei, take him off the mic cos he's deadweight

Wait, I said he's dead, wait

Drag em cross the floor like deadweight,

They ain't heavyweight MC's they're deadweight

Talking bout 'wait till you see me on the best day', we'll be waiting till the next day and the day after

KS is a martyr like Shawn Carter and Dwayne Carter

But next year, I'm gonna step up a gear and go harder

Reap what I sow, I'm a gardener

Rule number one, never let a man know what the paths are

They got tools sharper than a barber, have your guard up cos chances are

When you get money, see snakes by the ankle

I'm a big man, can't take man for damn fool

Don't talk to snitch boys like Randall

Like Kurt when I ask what the angle is,

Flows in my hand never been a handful,

Still got my hands full, it's cool, I can handle it

They ain't good with the hands, pacifists, pack it in cos I've been match fit

They ain't welcome round here, make them walk the plank

Real war zone this ain't Verdansk

Wrote all these bars surprised I got working hands

Word to my dad, I'm a working man, not a working boy

Tryna style a man, it's not working, boy

Boy, boy, south of the Thames, where they nap boy

Tryna slow me down, it's not working, boy

Now I'm annoyed,

How they try and knock the work rate

Like I haven't been putting in years of shifts for ages

All the pages, maximum hours and minimum wages

Art that I painted, how they tryna deny the greatness when it's blatant

Everything I've been saying, never copying and pasting

It's engraved in stone, there's no erasing it

KS and the S is for kapital STEEZE

I can't even roll in peace, peace

They know that it's me, that's why they all notice me

Still ask, where would I be, where would I be if Christ didn't set me free?

Strength when I'm weak, weak, link my brother Mainss, I ain't seen my brother in weeks

New pack just landed, and these garms looking outstanding

Where I am now only God has planned this

That's why we flyer than Richard Branson, Atlantic

South boy in the Eastend like Max Branning

New crib leng and the pillowcases are satin

They don't throw hands, they throw tantrums, panic, I don't panic, it's patterned

No weapon formed can harm me, conversations with God, He said "we need the passion

back when you was rapping outside with Larbi"

I float and I'm great, I'm Ali

Turn up to your set in a bally and khaki

Blow things up like an Iraqi

On the field, who can man mark me? Nobody

Why? Am I KS or John Gotti?

Cause I've got mob ties, how we gon' let it slide

Feds are like Arsenal round here, they're searching for the 9

Heard it was an eye for an eye, and he hit it round the wall like Rice

Heard I just rap, but they can't be between the lines

I'm him, 007 with a golden whoosh on Golden Eye, don't act surprised

Brrr cold lines, I'm the goat, they're prototypes

Whoa, you talk too much, you're the type of brudda I don't like, I don't like

So I step in the spirit, what type of spirit

Holy Spirit, why you think I'm holy with it

They drunk off spirits, and I set the bar, bartender

They don't know their limits