Step Ya Game Up (feat. ReggiiMental & Alex Blood)

You don't know me

I don't show these scars much

I don't flow these bars for your cars

Touch me

Ill put that arse on the path that youve cross

And trust me

You getting cocky son

That Laughter will cost

Well fuck me

Why is it i'm competing with clowns

Upon the mic i'm heavyweight boy im beating yo down

But day by day I meant to wait just to see if the sound can pay the bills

But I'm not playing around the pain kills me

So all the way i just frown

The shame fills me

For letting them take the crown

But mate we will see

Cause better yet your belts min son

Many true words said to jehst but I finds none

That rhymes on point yes

But the times come

To climb on a progress under mic one

Formula for every track

Might see you drift

Act right with the gift

Pack pipes and a spliff

That's my way to live

Perhaps i should assist when you are writing your scripts

I try to resist but i find that i'm pissed

You know you're not the same over time i'm convinced

Only joeys got brains

I'm not trying to diss or clash with the top yo

Figure me out

I'm just

Dying to stop those bastards that cop dope

Faster than what most

Ask for the hot flows

This cats not boasting

I'm just opening a can of worms

And i'm hoping your in London with your man that burns up

To the net generation raised from the quicksand

Reggiimental Mr Blood repping the midlands

G.N.O stics with the Depro

In the cold game

Where the heat means flows

And they told plain when the evening fold

To a bold way where the weak mean foes

G.N.O stics with the Depro

In the cold game

Where the heat means flows

And they told plain when the evening fold

To a bold way where the weak mean foes

With nothing like but blessing my sight

Words from the region

Exposure like lifting a girls skirt and revealing

My flow after spitting affray plays upon the weeknd

Pulling the stops up out the treble out the gauge

Repping respect on a level up it a step to a stage

Thinking i nothing but hating when the ville they tripping a daze

Days ways

Days change

Hating on the squad them a blaze

Breaking in ways never believe blatant

Shaking The kids disco

Keeping the kids them straight

Giving them know wisdom he

Heart to the next mans great

Tipping a throne

Quiz may mans up in next mans game

G.N.O stics with the Depro

In the cold game

Where the heat means flows

And they told plain when the evening fold

To a bold way where the weak mean foes

G.N.O stics with the Depro

In the cold game

Where the heat means flows

And they told plain when the evening fold

To a bold way where the weak mean foes

We the future

Frank rapper

Them my boys

We the future

London Eye

Bring the noise

We the future

Doyen D

Keep the Street Legal

the future

Ammo educating people

Madrox on some next shit

the future

Just the few that i respect kind

We the future

GNO

And all the mans

We the future

You know my heart deprogrammed

We your future