Boss

(La Musica de Kaze Beats)

Ay, this beat sounds like some game

But man know we don't play games, ya know

Let man know

Man so sick, that's why I get sick pay

Work hard and I don't take sick days

I've had sick days, fuck menage à trois

I've had six-ways

Man's been in fourths and some sick raves

I can bang out a mixtape in six days

Showing body of work, that's them sick gains

Think your tune's heavy, that's them kid's weights

Man's been out here, check the mixtape

Two-19 back to '06 days

Them SM1 Barker Vicks days

Man was underground then we switched trains

Man's got the bag, he's dumping cleans

Made hard work from my hard work

Cah my work rate's insane

Man's fire right now but I been burnt

Man's turned up now but I been turned down

Shit coulda been worse, how?

Cah man coulda been murk'd

Man coulda been nicked, could been bird, did

But I ain't so I been working

Fuck licks, man, I spin verses

Try and tell me I ain't been murkin'

Are you crazy doggy?

These man gimmicks like Crazy Froggy

'Cause man at fake so I give them props

The only prop I got is I do shit properly

I sell crack cars, call me Poppy

Don't swing that way but man are on me

Are you mad 'cause I been killing this game

You pricks couldn't even get in the lobby?

I pay the cost to be the boss

It doesn't work I make a loss

It works out I make a profit

Got more tricks than my socks

Man's flipped way more than man's flopped

Man's hit way more than man's dodged

Man gives way more than man's got

Write lines but now I call shots

I pay the cost to be the boss

It doesn't work I make a loss

It works out I make a profit

Got more tricks than my socks

Man's flipped way more than man's flopped

Man's hit way more than man's dodged

Man gives way more than man's got

Write lines but now I call shots

Dead man are dead, that's why they make dead tunes

Rolling in with a lickle dead crew

Man, I'll bread you with them bumper-car looking dead shoes

650 pound dead food (2012)

Rap meets grime, JME and Joe Grind fed you

Coming like brown rice and red stew

Coming like man's nice, man, bless you

Oh now man's stood on a level you can't get to

These dogs your man will get fed too

They'll chew you up and digest you

I'm the boss, you man playing 'Guess Who?'

Still getting violated by feds too

On streets it's peak every week, I see flashing red-blue

But I don't care, man's been offline, I see so clear

Nike Air, wife and baby for the whole year

Bit a drama, but we won't go there

Man went SSJ-do with gold hair

Fanbase ain't going nowhere

Grime MC FM, man will roll there

This flow's too sick but I got a better one, boy, no spare

Let me tell you suttin'

Rude boy, you'll never get their respect

Don't matter if you shoot or cut 'em

Or kidnap or flipping gun button

Fam, can't tell me nothing

Big-mouth yutes, don't make me shut 'em

Are you mad man's killing this game?

You idiots don't even know the buttons

I pay the cost to be the boss

It doesn't work I make a loss

It works out I make a profit

Got more tricks than my socks

Man's flipped way more than man's flopped

Man's hit way more than man's dodged

Man gives way more than man's got

Write lines but now I call shots

I pay the cost to be the boss

It doesn't work I make a loss

It works out I make a profit

Got more tricks than my socks

Man's flipped way more than man's flopped

Man's hit way more than man's dodged

Man gives way more than man's got

Write lines but now I call shots