Lack of respect made me pen get active,
Yet ya still expecting, me friend like tactic,
I've held my tongue, been MC passive,
My beats around the bush should be fuckin' smashin',

It'll rhyme in your head, these words that I said,
Be careful where you tread, Angels don't fear NEDs,
If the cap fits ya bonce, I can tell you at once,
Keep ya soul esconced, because you will see red,

Whine, get angry once, then get angry twice,
Give me ya best advice, like Gripper Stebson,
White Mirror tales that make you shiver and then some,
Heart on the scales be forgiver, or trip dumb?


So look in my eyes but what do you see,
Try to look in my eyes when you look down on me,
Can you look in my eyes and be what I be,
Now take what you gave, bring it back times three.

Three times three, times three, times three,
Eighty one, or number 9 sign on BBT,
Me times me, times me, times me,
666, or number 9, numerology.


Spit as I feel today, I'm not the best,
Are you a compere? Do you ever rest?
I'm not takin' the piss and this is no jest,
I'm representin' me at me own behest,

Rappers spittin', not listenin', not learnin',
Hella lotta words the' keep fuckin' churnin'
The same fuckin' story and it's got fuckin' borin',
About the best MC in the world and it's all him,

Self and selfish funny how it ain't,
The girls tell a story show it and paint,
Every little detail wonder why I hate,
MCs who hog the mic and call me mate.

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