P.A.S.O.U. (The Purist Remix)

Yeah, it's like I cast a spell on bits of hard I sell

Got cats running back, so that's why my crack ain't hard to sell

And it ain't hard to tel why they wanna throw my ass in jail

Lock me in my cell on basic with no chance of bail

No chance in hell

See, I'm too smart to fail, I like to ride 'round with white 'cause

You don't have to mask the smell

I work by myself, I never ask for help

If I need a second opinion, well, I just ask the scales

(I put a spell on you) To get you fucked, to get you lean

To get you on that methylene deoxy meth amphetamine

And that Ketamine

In the kitchen, I'm mean

Could get a Michelin star for my cuisine

There's no escaping, it's plain to see (Because I'm mad)

Yeah, your soul belongs to me

As soon as you hit the B, a dirty fiend is what you'll be

I got what you need

Duh brown n' white, the coke or speed

I guarantee uh one sniff and your nose'll bleed

I don't usually deal with weed

But we got a crop in Surrey Quays

In about a week, we're gonna harvest like 30 keys

Blueberry cheese

So, you know we ain't low on P's

I guess my mummsy was wrong then

Money does grow on trees

Fuck the police, I got WPC's saying "Fuck me please"

Blowing up my line, tryna buy a couple of E's

Got their minds in custody, but that's just customary

I use the substance to get 'em trusting me

Then their soul succumbs to me

I got no sense of decency

Yeah, I sell these from E16 to Regent Street

With persistent frequency and you know it ain't just recently

The fiends won't leave me be until their vis-a-vis with PCP

I should keep a piece with me 'cause nuff man want a piece of me

The reason being, I'm making cheese like Reese would be

This game seasoned me, but there's still so much I need to see

So much that needs to be achieved to be where I need to be

Head chef, I'm Gordon Ramsay, hands full with pots and pans

Make grands off grams, yeah that's the plan, see

Buy my bird something fancy, got her dressed in the newest styles

Louis' from Bloomingdales, good thing I'm good on the stove

I'm Heston Blumenthal, fuck that, Nigella Lawson

Serving up them big portions, but I told you cunts before

"My coke price is extortion"

Soon as I put out the word, it's like a fucking auction

Sold to the highest bidder

I got hard stuff and I got sniff

Cut more keys than a locksmith

From Hoxton up to Toxteth, lock stock, I stock the lot

From Tottenham where I got shift, but them cases would not stick

B2 took the heat for me too

That's my ****, I ain't forgot shit

Get it in like David Silva, got bricks like Bob The Builder

Trappin' for four days straight, I'm on it like white on tilda

Free parcel sealed up, it keeps my glass all filled up

A class, it keeps me pilled up

Mad heads, I keep 'em pilled up

Yeah, that's right, I keep 'em pilled up

Yeah, that's right, I keep 'em pilled up

Fuck off