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The fans are like 'where you been at?',
I've been in the lab planning classics man relax,
Cooking beats and bars to put my name on the map,
Like I was doing for years before anyone even gave a crap!
Now every time I rap,
It's a full throttle-banger,
Couldn't be my equal even if you was my doppelgänger,
Nice guy in life but on the mic I drop-all-manners,
Man I'm pissing on these rappers 'til I've emptied out my bladder,
All I'm hearing is blabber,
Tracks with no-variety,
That's why I wrote-maniacally,
'Til I built my notoriety,
Still addicted to this game I've never known-sobriety,
My psychiatry's,
what keeps me safe to roam-society!
Been advancing every tick-of-the-clock,
Now I'm bringing the kind of heat that made Icarus-drop,
Fuck a door to the industry I'm picking-the-locks,
And dashing a grenade inside man I'm sick-of-the-lot...

They already know,
Killing every beat, rhyme, lyric, every flow,
In this for the art, could give a fuck if I blow,
'Cause the sickness inside this mind is only gonna grow,
And it's just gonna keep spreading 'til the day I die,
Aint a damn limit, that I won't defy,
Still fully addicted to my medicine supply,
If you think I'm gonna quit now man you must be high...

I spit like a genius,
Magical-as-a-genie-is,
Radical-as-Houdini-is,
Tragical-and-just-tedious,
That's what your CD-is,
Mechanical-as-the-media's,
List of fake rappers talking greeziest,
See I'm just a simple rapper with pipe-dreams,
Of one day having the opportunity to ignite-streams,
Of Gasoline,
Over the pussy rappers on my-screen,
Hear them scream,
And watch them burn as the light-gleams!
I've been a mic-fiend,
Since back in 01 as a kid with a pad and a pen-in-my-grasp,
Addicted to killing the beats and the rhymes, to get an adrenaline-blast,
A skill that I'd only go on to refine, always developing-fast,
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Ignoring the haters and people who said I would never excel-in-my-craft,
The nerve-of-the-cunts,
Used to chat behind my back, now they're serving-me-lunch!
Aint a fucking rapper here that I won't verbally-crunch,
And when I said I was here to the end it was never hyperbole-once…

They already know,
Killing every beat, rhyme, lyric, every flow,
In this for the art, could give a fuck if I blow,
'Cause the sickness inside this mind is only gonna grow,
And it's just gonna keep spreading 'til the day I die,
Aint a damn limit, that I won't defy,
Still fully addicted to my medicine supply,
If you think I'm gonna quit now man you must be high...

This ain't checkers this is chess,
That's why I stay 20 steps,
Ahead of the rest,
So while your shitty tunes'll be here a year at best,
I'll still be remembered eons after I'm gone in the flesh,
The skill that I possess,
Aint something I need to validate,
Soon as I touch a mic these motherfuckers salivate,
If your top 10 rapper list ain't where you allocate,
Me, then that's a list you need to fucking recalibrate!
I'll show you what it means to start-from-the-bottom,
Coming from the streets of London where it's dark-and-it's-rotten,
Another broke mum, another fatherless-tot-and,
I've come a long way now, but I've far-from-forgotten,
All the memories, the pain-and-the-stress,
With music as my only real way-to-express,
Never took a rest,
Stayed chained-to-the-desk,
And I'll be here still as obsessed,
'Til the day I meet the angel-of-death…

They already know,
Killing every beat, rhyme, lyric, every flow,
In this for the art, could give a fuck if I blow,
'Cause the sickness inside this mind is only gonna grow,
And it's just gonna keep spreading 'til the day I die,
Aint a damn limit, that I won't defy,
Still fully addicted to my medicine supply,
If you think I'm gonna quit now man you must be high...