Go on, sit. Listen for a bit

Get familiar with it cos I'm never gonna quit cuz

Too much drip. Take a little sip

You ain't catching up to this cos there's levels to this shit cuz

Go on, sit. Listen for a bit

Get familiar with it cos I'm never gonna quit cuz

Too much drip. Take a little sip

You ain't catching up to this cos there's levels to this shit cuz

Uh, sitting on this mountain top

So high man, I don't even know how to drop

Issa vibe when I get the crowd to bop

But they don't wanna see your face so get out the shot

Man, I doubt you've got

What it takes to match me

See the microphone is my home, we're basically family

And uh, this is my life, there ain't no plan B

There's music in my veins and that ain't no cap see I'm...

That guy, bussing a fat rhyme

When I step up to the mic you know that it's that time

And I move so eloquently, ain't no one better than me

If you can hear me then I'm fucking up your celibacy

Cos I deliver it oh so smooth

I'm runnin' shit baby, yeah you better know those tunes

See I just wanna hit the stage, hear my name when they're calling out

And if you don't believe, lemme show you what I'm talking bout

Go on, sit. Listen for a bit

Get familiar with it cos I'm never gonna quit cuz

Too much drip. Take a little sip

You ain't catching up to this cos there's levels to this shit cuz

Go on, sit. Listen for a bit

Get familiar with it cos I'm never gonna quit cuz

Too much drip. Take a little sip

You ain't catching up to this cos there's levels to this shit cuz

What we tellin' 'em, ey, said what we tellin' 'em?

Saying they're sick; but I struggle to find the evidence

Dux, the kid man. You're saying you could better him?

Come back to reality, you been sniffing too much ketamine

Comparing our lyricism is irrelevant

Product of hard graft and craft when I'm pennin' 'em

A lazy writer, man that's something that I've never been

Cos I could spar and out-bar half these veterans

You know that its truth, I blow em to bits

I've been decapitating riddims, I'm as cold as it gets

Got the hunger of a younger and the flow of a king

You'd suck a dick, for the lyrics that I throw in the bin

Like what the?

Good riddance. Flush twice

Take no prisoners and kill 'em with such vice

Stick 'em in a freezer or a chiller with crushed ice

Might slide, if you smile pretty and ask nice

Uh. It's ten touching to the ground

You think that you're the king? Then Im coming for ya crown

They fucking wit' ya bling but they fucking with my sound

So I'm loading up the ting, then I cock it back (Pow)

Try father me? Shit, that don't bother me none

I produce straight heat, yo I've already won

You'll get burned if you don't leave me alone on my ones

That's what you get, if you gon' fly too close to ya sun

Like what the?

Go on, sit. Listen for a bit

Get familiar with it cos I'm never gonna quit cuz

Too much drip. Take a little sip

You ain't catching up to this cos there's levels to this shit cuz

Go on, sit. Listen for a bit

Get familiar with it cos I'm never gonna quit cuz

Too much drip. Take a little sip

You ain't catching up to this cos there's levels to this shit cuz