Oi shh

The largest thing you've ever seen

Multiplied a thousand times

Doubling in size each second of every hour twice

Re-inflated daily by a legion of the deepest lungs

Still couldn't cast a single shadow on what we become

Oi Baxter why you bleeding son?

I'll tell if I knew myself

Super stealth jets are crashing in my mind the future melts

Pilots parachuting out my teeth and bursting into flames

And landing on a petrol sodden sound scape we bring the pain

What?

Think I'm lying? (No)

Like the carbon copy kittens writtens dripping fraff about the crack they're still supplying

Bruv' I sold drugs for years and I was fucking awful at it

If I still did it, I wouldn't hot it up by talking damage

Damn its late, watch it all evaporate (wooooooh!)

Yam a fake sugar spewing sewer moving rattle snake

The accolades I'm saving for my heads that understand the journey (wooooooh!)

Tryna murk with you were born to get the planet dirty

[CHORUS}

I don't really wanna hear 'em talk now

Cos they don't wanna hear us kick the door down

How much of this bottle should I pour out?

How about all of it? All of it, All of it, All of it

Jammin' in the league with my feet up

And my whole damn teams looking lean up

How much of this scene can we eat up?

How about all of it? All of it, All of it, All of it

Watch all of it twist like contortionists

Kicking up a fine fuss

Fuck getting caught in this

Next mans web of lies, eight legged lunatics

A couple grubby bars turn pursuers into fugitives

Yeah, and its all clicking into place (wooooooh!)

Winner takes all of it as all of 'em disintegrate

See every single figures faced with us given time and charmer

Amuse the mind and human eyes of your reclining master

And I'm the silent partner

The fire starting suicidal martyr

Who'd like to welcome you to my disaster

Just an ordinary man tryna' find the answer

And I can cut you with my hands but the eye's are faster

Nineteen seven thousand feet

Flying charter

Dropping bombs on the dance floor, find your partner

Come we sing a song of bygones, sayonara

And give me something I can vibe on

Like the la-la

They say that imitation is the greatest form of flattery

Love to see you fakers try and copy man exactly

Dabbla keep it running like an every lasting battery

Don't ever try and class me in a category

Or ask me what the matter be

Matter fact its happening, snappily

Welcome to the Dead Players faculty

Never could you tackle me

As for looking at me like you know me

Yer' I owe you something and for looking back at me

The game in the vanacamy

Keep a kitty catting in the cattery

Kill a catalogue cause a catastrophe

In all of your anatomy

Nothing but debauchery and blasphemy

Talking bout it acting all irrationally

How boring can a rapper be?

Actually, Actually factually

I hope your fam are bleeding from the apathy

Needs to be and has to be

For looking manufactured from the factory

I'll slap you and your strawberry daiquiri

More than satisfactory

Naturally epitome of staying real (wooooooh!)

We ain't in the same feel Motherfucker

Everything we touch is getting flame grilled

You ain't even part boiled

Our soil

Snooping on you losers like gargoyles

Run the rally from up in the valley, never shabby

Get the gally we paddy picking to get the tally

Whose ya' daddy kabaddy the cat is out the baggy

We get 'em aggy from Waltham Abbey to Abu Dhabi

Yo, pass the tramadol, get the fuck out of here will ya