The Damn Guy

Azza, Manek, Traumatik, MTD, Diezel, Kombo, Texas, Jimmy Danger (I'm the damn guy) Ball Hard like Orlando Magic Pull out the ting call me "Go Go Gadget" It's A double Z A but my name's not Aaron Rude boy never serve it like hatchet (Hatchet) Talking like you're rough when you're moving, But we know that you ain't stacking (Stacking) And trapping got no IDs when they're Talking rough and they got no backing Alright lemme jump back in Lemme chat shit better come back here (Back here) Feeling when they try turn around and I'm Right there man I get scared but I'm at it (At it) Full time in a bat's old jacket touch the mic and I smack it They can't hack it Hate job and I hate that school gunna come and attack it Don't piss me off Trust me that shit's a lot I'm back you pricks I'm kicking it off Off of the hinges give me the dosh 'Cos I wanna be livin' the floss So I keep giving up, bringing them lots On in the bleway isn't a prob see me walking with a spliff in her gob; And I might be lead top sibacabox But they won't hear me missin' a drop Come near me I'll be willing to cotch But foul mouth me get a nig and a tuck Right around me, when when it kicks off Elbow to the face make a man pissed off Don't know we're menacing 'cos when I say that it's going off it's off Cause a landslide when we touch the damn mic Yeah it's jammed tight get your fuckin' hands high I'm the damn guy, I'm the damn guy Got lemon and cheese and packets of weed enough to make you damn fly Cause a landslide when we touch the damn mic Yeah it's jammed tight get your fuckin' hands high I'm the damn guy, I'm the damn guy Got lemon and cheese and packets of weed enough to make you damn fly My Lemon Haze is from 'leven ways And it's harvest time in 11 days It's powerful like a weapon sprays And trust me you'll be well amazed (So listen) Let me just demonstrate smoke lemon haze and then celebrate I meditate and regenerate and then elevate up to Heaven's Gate (I'm God) I'm above all the pen and papes Just celebrate and then penetrate I'll desecrate and I'll devastate any heavyweight I don't relegate (Hey dickhead) Run, go tell a mate, my lemon is sticky like sellotape I'm punctual, I'm never late cause I teleport and I levitate When I spita the bar she master the crafts like Mr Miyagi Trust me you'll see more punches thrown than fists at a football derby My style is literally barmy Simple and plain like twisting a car key I treat MCs like boats Taking them out with a spitting tsunami (Yeah) Bear lemony narcs incredible bars put them on my logs Smoking cheddar is fun With the boys and the federal cops Your boys call tell 'em old como get 'em all done open 'em all rocks I treat them as like work Then smoke heavily blocks Cause a landslide when we touch the damn mic Yeah it's jammed tight get your fuckin' hands high I'm the damn guy, I'm the damn guy Got lemon and cheese and packets of weed enough to make you damn fly Cause a landslide when we touch the damn mic Yeah it's jammed tight get your fuckin' hands high I'm the damn guy, I'm the damn guy Got lemon and cheese and packets of weed enough to make you damn fly Crush all the lemon, armageddon I'm blazin' 24 7 AK-47 How many zoots today? About seven Strong weed spin, 2011 So dank they smell it in Devon (Devon) So high they itchin' from heaven Birthday date 77 Terrorist like a 9 11 Bare Gs up in the sessions Smoke so much it like an aggression Zed's way? 27 Apes? 1 point 7 Piztay, what'd you reckon? They blame it on the recession England's heading into depression Liverpool Daddy Run the mic like an athlete Yammin' the beat like a patty You can never catch me The man o man sure take a back seat My name's on the road like a taxi You're an ickle man you can't match me When a menamena mic up a governoor biddi biddi biddi biddi bidda embassy (Woo) Yo, and I bump up the ante Bidabidi war I'm like an Iraqi You don't want no beef, no teriyaki Ima get animalistic and aggy Come visit, N One Niner My da beat dat taught a bus driver My cup old man take them eyes off Cause a landslide when we touch the damn mic Yeah it's jammed tight get your fuckin' hands high I'm the damn guy, I'm the damn guy Got lemon and cheese and packets of weed enough to make you damn fly Cause a landslide when we touch the damn mic Yeah it's jammed tight get your fuckin' hands high I'm the damn guy, I'm the damn guy Got lemon and cheese and packets of weed enough to make you damn fly This ain't no test run no nought sixty like that I'm an F1 (Nyoom) Put down their weights on my air force Waste MCs get back where you left from (See ya) So far back you get laughed at It's like watching a terrible sitcom Have a break son, have a KitKat We MCs like munching a Bourbon Who's on the mic? It's Texas I'm eating you all up for breakfast (Morning!) The style we got is infectious I'm fitting together like Tetris (Beep boop beep boop beep) Frontline braby shake it down. (Hey hey hey hey) We represent for the underground Appleface starts running out Light the fuse. Tick tick tick pow! Honestly got off it properly droppin' the sickest of rhymes you heard The quickedest wickedest lyricist ever To spit on the mic, true words (Right?) So give me the rhythm no give me The bigin I'm killin' the vibe for days We get in the zone I'm lettin' them Know we're chuckin' the mic and spray like Stop that watch this Keepin' it dark like gothic So I drop shit, got piff Pure organic, no toxic Cop man's flow got me dropped down low We proper got that bro, It's a knockout shot, bop Cause a landslide when we touch the damn mic Yeah it's jammed tight get your fuckin' hands high I'm the damn guy, I'm the damn guy Got lemon and cheese and packets of weed enough to make you damn fly Cause a landslide when we touch the damn mic Yeah it's jammed tight get your fuckin' hands high I'm the damn guy, I'm the damn guy Got lemon and cheese and packets of weed Enough to make you damn fly. (Fly, fly, fly...)