Yeah, yeah

High, the mic's very loud

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Like who the fuck are you?

Yeah, who the fuck are you?

Is it recording, yeah?

Yeah, y'all look

I come direct when I inject and I'm expecting your respect

I'm a baller you've been chucked in

And I'm the kind of kid you can't protect you know

Out and about I put my elbow in your mouth

You're a fussy there's no doubt

I bet my sword will make you shout

I'm intense, you best see sense, I'll have you hanging from a fence

Then I'll laugh at your expense and maybe chuck you fifty pence

Snitch, you make me switch, you sound and look just like a bitch

Whether you're poor or whether you're rich, I'll leave you lying in the ditch

'Cause I'm from ragged-raggo rags, you wear raggo rags like me

I'm ahead boy, I ain't in tune, rappin' raggo rapidly

We easily be the worst, bust academics first

Batty crew M.C.'s get academically reversed

I'm academically perverse, academically perverted

Batty crew M.C.'s get academically diverted

Some return, we clearly get burnt, get hurt

Until they realise they should of academically of flirted

You don't want the beef, you don't want the grime

You ain't got the guts, I ain't got the time

But you can come to the man and get jacked

Come to the man and get pill

Come to the man and get shot

Come to the man and get killed

We call it arms Ouse, arms Ouse, go and get your crew

If you can't back that arms Ouse, who the fuck are you?

We call it arms Ouse, arms Ouse, go and get your firm

If they don't wanna listen then we better make them learn

Raised in the gutter, I was told I should fight

I create and cause confusion from the left to the right

I'm sweet as a nut, I'm doing alright, cosy and comfortable

Still I try and avoid the sergeant, P.C and the constable

Raised in the gutter I was told I should bop

I create and cause confusion from the bottom to the top

I'm doing okay, I will honestly say this year I'm flying through

I could easily find myself in jail but I ain't trying to

I keep it clear in front, relax with the pressure

I'm dirty and I'm stank but ain't nobody fresher

My haters make enquiries, make it obvious they care

When it comes to my location they would love to be aware

But I could be in the manor, could be overseas

Could well be definitely making peace

Could be live at Wembley warming up for Jay-Z

Still I'm definitely certain that you can't see me

You don't want the beef, you don't want the grime

You ain't got the guts, I ain't got the time

But you can come to the man and get jacked

Come to the man and get pill

Come to the man and get shot

Come to the man and get killed

We call it arms Ouse, arms Ouse go and get your crew

If you can't back that arms Ouse, who the fuck are you?

We call it arms Ouse, arms Ouse, go and get your firm

If they don't wanna listen then you better make them learn