Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Good afternoon everybody
It's time for some classical music
[Verse 2]
Yo, you can't tell me shit about rap or MC
I used to do it for a laugh, and now I'm makin' money
All you motherfuckers, you try to raw me
But you all know my name is T to the Z
I will bully your rhythm, individually kill 'em
Every opportunity and every chance that I am given
I can make a man shiver with the flow that I deliver
It's a different kinda current when you swimmin' in my river
'Cause I got dreams, and I aim to achieve
Visualize goals before I go sleep
Then I start a new day, work out where I wanna be
It's cold in the streets, so I come with the heat
And it gets bad views, like I'm on the news
I'm a wanted man, make your chick confused that she's
Sat with you, but she could be laid with me
I live up in the hills, now I came up off the street
Now I've got a big drive, that's because I've got drive
The only time I used to drive is when I was out on the night
Out with the lads calculatin' a graft
Raggin' cash in the wall or pullin' weed from a gaff
I'm stickin' around like Lennon and Yoko
Never gettin' rid of me, never, that's a no-go
Mandem man, I'm movin' like a boss up in the disco
Touch down, light up, set it off Loco
And I'm way ahead, your man behind like a slowcoach
Shut the whole game box stopped in a choke hold
Yeah, i got a vision, see it clear like a GoPro
Get the gyali bouncin' up and down like pogo
[Verse 3]
This year I'm on a different wave
Crashed a Ferrari last year, close shave
Nearly went six feet deep in a grave
And the fuckin' ting cost me 300k
But mines so hot, and I'm still gettin' paid
'Cause nobody never test my work rate
The next Ferrari's gun metal gray
With yellow calipers on the nineteen plate
And I'm gonna go big bars all day
And now I'm comin' for the whole UK
They don't want it go my way
But haters sit back and watch me slay
[Verse 4]
'Cause nobody spittin' like me no more
Always chattin' about gangland war
They be like I'm a soldier, I got a new watch
And I got bare guns, and blah, blah, blah
Well, I just wanna have fun and that
Can't be arsed with all guns and straps
Half of the backers who chat about crackers
Ain't ever seen no man lettin' off caps
They ain't ever packed no glocks and mags
They ain't ever had to scope out any armed blags
About robbin' man with S and Wesson's
But they ain't had to wash up in petrol rags
My day women are really sick
Most of these rappers ain't squeezed no clips
Most of these rappers ain't had to bath
Where the water's laced with petrol and gas
To clean off the shrapnel from sprayin' a gaff
They keep anonymous in the dark at the back
These real shooters don't do it for a laugh
These sorta men, you ain't ever gonna catch
[Verse 5]
All these MC's be hopin' and prayin'
Tom Zanetti don't get back on the mic and start sprayin'
'Cause they know I set levels, lift off, Super Saiyan
Gimme the beat that I got, I breathe fire and I slay 'em
Hatin' on my status, thinkin' that is their way in
Eager for my reply so they can see what I'm sayin'
I talk 'em back to sleep, make 'em wish they had a lay in
'Cause I'm flowin' all night, barred up until the AM
Body get me giddy, giddy, gyali wanna see me
If they comin' for my money, them a gyali silly billy, said
Body get me giddy, giddy, gyali wanna see me
If they comin' for my money, them a gyali silly billy
[Verse 6]
'Cause this year's not about relationships
This year is about makin' hits
This year is about stackin' chips
And this year is about feelin' lit
TZ's a gold plated artist
Watch out, the views go mad on this
One day I'll get the A-list playlist
I'm gonna get the recognition, one of the greatest
[Verse 7]
'Cause me and my team, we're gonna get famous
No label be able to tame us
Gonna cause riots in my raves and press
So I'm headlin' shows and headlin' papers
And I'm gonna need the heaviest agent
Who can watch me write off stages
My gang needs to know straight up
That a mad situation, I ain't no stranger
Made in Leeds, born off Manor Road
Since I was a minor, been makin' dough
Shot a couple kegs and I lit a couple goals
Had to graft every day until the music blow
[Verse 8]
Original MC, funky and friendly
Make your gyali feel like she buzzin' of MD
[Verse 9]
Make ya gyali feel like she buzzin' of MD
Yo, they don't even know what I'm sayin'
I'm just throwin' the bars out
Tom is in the air, new bars 2018
Geez, don't take life too serious
Fuck you, bye


