Man try talk, he's got me walking the walk

Like I can't even remember his name

Man'll try act up big on the internet

But real life man I doubt he's the same

Fuck this guy, nothin' but a waste of my time

Sometimes I need to let shit go

I wouldn't've said we were close but we used to be chill

Nowadays I wanna slice your throat

Anyway, back to the banter

It's not banter when I turn up an' clap ya

Don't act up, you're not an actor

Don't act up, you're just a wanker, listen, yo

Blast mics up and I tear shit down

Cool dizzaboy, man, I never play round

Don't frown 'cause you know I got a sickboy sound

I be the badman take any man down

North, south, east, west, left, right, back

Dappa dizzle, I'm a lyrical lumberjack

And if you don't like 'cause I chop trees, chop tracks, drop tracks

If you don't know, mans get jacked

Running the roads like my name's Kano

Rip out your heart, shit, better lay low

'Cause I flow so delicately

Name one Dappa D, name 2 Crossley

Remember the shit 'cause I flow freely

On all the mics, that be where you see me

You see 2D, I see 3D

Up on the mic, I merk 'em easy

Yo, stop hypin'

You're no big man, you're no viking

You're a dafty, you're not gully

I'm out of your league but I go in fully

Listen, yeah, I'm in a harder league

Open you up like a Barca team

I'm Messi, fam, you're not markin' me

Sideman, you're not even startin', G

Slew any badman, any soundboy

Draw for the magnum like a cowboy

Soundboy, if you wanna come big row boy

Then fuck the magnum, I draw 12 bore toy, no joy

You're a shitchat boy, no discipline

When I chat, see the mans a be listening

Won't be a marriage an' it won't be a christening

It'll be a funeral boy you'll be missing in a six foot hole

Buried like mole when I merk melancholy on the mic control