Woolwich Arsenal (DLR) [feat. D.C.]

What's the debate? They say I take too long when I drop, like what's the delay Man I've got so many hits on my notepad Bro, I could drop like a hundred a day & I still chase slim chicks, slim waist & hips You can see that I'm lost in my ways Black man murk on a F1 ting You can see I'm the king of a popular race I ain't tryna say that I'm gangster Hand on my heart, fam ain't ever been sucked for my chain Try that shit where I come from Man get a DDT & a punch in the face God told me with a art for the clean heart All the badmind man, I wash them away Swear these days I'm in touch with my faith I swear these fuck boys can't cross me I am the one, I am the two Hard work works man, I am the proof I run the jungle, I am Baloo All these washed OGs man, I can't salute 2016, why you chilling on the block for Man this love aint enough, bro I want more I don't want to blend in All these lines that I put in your face, man I ain't gotta contour Look as I write, man I think If I wanna be the plug, then I've got live my life in the sink Put ice in my drink As I'm likely to grow, lords knows they're likely to shrink Don't blame yourself My words are the key, don't play yourself Nobody made me, man I made myself If nobody rates me, then I rate myself Ayy yo Steph, can you go to the shops Blue slim riz & a bottle of juice Look man, I know that I said that I quit Bro just roll me a couple zoots Look man, I know that the journey is tough Letting you know, that I'm struggling too You ain't been to ends, but you're speaking for us Now you know why we ain't watching the news What's The Debate What's The Debate What's The Debate Swear these days, I've been lost in the maze Up in the clouds, it's a wonderful place Written in stone man, it's must've been fate I'll ask you again, what's the debate