On a Level (feat. Scorcher, Kano, Wretch 32) [Remix]

On a level, I'm a rebel, I ain't the same, I'm special

I'm from space, extraterrestrial

Give me some bass, give me some treble

On a level, I'm a rebel, I ain't the same, I'm special

I'm from space, extraterrestrial

Give me some bass, give me some treble, yeah

Ghetts hollered at me, told me, "Get up on this remix"

Hittin' with the winner flow, lay off all the sweetness

So I'm goin' Everest, so you know I'm peakin'

Leader of the new school, so you know I'm teachin'

(What you teachin'?)

Little **** how to put their clothes on

How to write their lyrics if their flow's wrong

How to hop on the feature like it's ya own song

And I had these **** screwin' up their face, nose job

Yeah, look, ya girlfriend's favorite

Dressed for the occasion

If I don't make money then, yes, I make a statement

Not in the station, you men are thinkin' in the box, I escape it

On another level, call me spot in a spaceship

Keys to the city but it's locked so I break in

These men are stealin' my style, it's like they're burglarin'

He sounds like me but I ain't even heard of him

Yeah, okay, Sky in the building

Blowin' up like a 9/11 flight

In the building, I'll be goin' harder till the day that I make a million

Even if I never spend it, then I did it for my children

'Cause I'm on another level

Mommy said I'm special

Right after she said it, she said, "Go put on the kettle"

Yeah, it's like I'm gettin' too sick for the sidewalk

So I'm gonna take a trip, skywalk

Yeah, let the beat build, bitch

We ain't fuckin' with them farts, this is real shit

We do exactly what we say, Ronseal tin

That's Stimpy's brethren in the fridge, yeah, chilled Ren

Ha, this track's a flow temple

Yeah, we get that bread and cheese like I'm the Breville

Talkin' 'bout flows, I got several

In fact, you can gimme that rock

You can gimme that pop, you can gimme that metal

Boateng silk, clean cut like Dettol

3.4, ya **** couldn't afford the Petrol

Meep-meep, roadrunner gone again, Hollywood?

Nah, I'm like credits, I'm on the end, sweet dreams

Because I spun them, then I tucked 'em in

Agents comin' after me, but they don't know I've come for them

Matrix number one for them, G brought out the big guns for them

No direction, Tom Tom for them

It's that time of the month for them

Bitch, wait, the beat's still buildin'

No sueded shoes but, ****, Kano's left the building

Now I'm back again, this is G-H bitch, and I'ma rep until the end

3-2, they're callin' me the finest Wretch

Under 10 stone, I be carrying the title best

Undisputed champ, where number one ain't got to fight again

One day I'ma be a millionaire, should I phone a friend?

And tell them, "Teach me how to Dougie, and no, I can't dance"

But I can move my mummy and I can move my sister

But they won't go

They're both nosy and they riot on their roads

I guess they're both stuck in the hood like myself

In the pursuit of happiness and Will's wealth

I ain't sayin' that I'm rich, but I'm doin' well

I don't do fake hype, I just do real sales

Sold units ain't never kissed Uranus

Just mingled with the stars and chilled up on the playlist

Alien nation, nations of aliens

We'll tell the government to put us in our place then

Never put a finger on a brother that I ride with

Girl, I put money on the hand that you write with

Call it a write off, 'cause I'm doin' my job

Phone my accountant, that's a tax write-off

Brother, I divide gwop and share it with my people

None of my dawgs could've ever turned Siegel

As real as it gets, that's why you still see me with Ghetts

Big heart, but don't worry 'bout my chest, it's the Wretch

UFO sighting

It's J. Clark in the matte black spacecraft

I park on Mars and do it with no license

These rappers keep talkin' 'bout flight

They wouldn't have a clue on what to do with no pilot

The only time they seen a G4 in the air is when I've

Open up the window and thrown a studio item

I'm on a mad one, you know I'm hypin'

Telescope just so I can remember home

I let 'em know that where I come from there ain't no telephone

So easy they don't wanna make no calls

Even though you know they didn't wanna let him go

I was sent below with a second load

With the weapons and the rest of my own kind

Screamin', "I have arrived"

I-I-I have arrived

It's the motherfuckin' general, you're watchin' like it's Senegal

I just wanna eat and everybody's edible

Tryna kill me will result in your own burial

Your bars are pants, your flow's terrible

But I'm lying, you deserve no pedestal

So I kick away the legs and watch a brother fall

Alien, I ain't the same as them

I've got two brains, one cranium

And plus, I'm lightyears ahead

For these cowboys, I'm Buzz Lightyear to them