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1. |
Count
04:00
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I just wanna live
It's been quiet for too long now, something's gotta give
Reminiscing chonging spliffs
Cutting out the opposites and weighing up the positives
As the greedy fiddle with the politics
And the ignorant fear what could a god inflict
Penny for your thoughts, but the loyalty costs a quid
There's no champions when battling's a dodgy fix
Alcoholic author the drunk novelist
Set the time and place then let the bottle drift
Them emcees only cook if the rock is big
Their 'ass treks' coz they 'carry it on foot' like obelix
The matrix must've thought that I was a glitch
Coz I'm 'dope enough' to even have em holla biz
My 'pens murderous' so I stay jotting scripts
That 'body characters at random' like horror flicks
Fathered the style then I washed my dick
Bastard that child then I got the snip
Giving mothers milk out to a foster kid
And I always stick my sons drawings on the fridge
I just wanna smoke spliffs and snog my chick
Coz we out here having fun plus I've got a knob to lick
And she's just looking for a frog to kiss
But hopefully it doesn't matter that I'm not a prince
Unclip the bra and get off her tits
Icing on the cake and my cock is the nozzle tip
Lifes summint then you die, what a bitch
Fuck a deficit I'm coming from behind when I doggy it
Them pussyhole emcees work in offices
Acting like they balling when they pocket pick
It must be fucked at work when ya boss is cringe..
And every other 'character is fake' like the office is
'Hardcore' like a monolith
Coz I 'war criminals' like Slobodan Milocovic
I'm 'the creator' like Dr Bozkonovich
'It's a wrap when I speed by' like a bomb of wiz
My 'materials brighter than' a Holland kit
And I 'spur on my team' like a Tottenham yid
'Play through the pain' like bobby smith
And 'creatively work for nothing' like a shot assist
Pen a rhyme then I 'slide like' Djokovic
As my crew 'kick on forward' like Ostriches
'Nerd with a bird with got tits' like Walowitz
I'm'a 'work my magic' in the bits with this box of tricks
I'm 'hung like' a gloucester witch
'Defeat your local vandals' like the Gothics did
You can 'get battered and boxed' like McDonalds fish
Coz my man 'roll deeper' than colossal Squid's
Snap your pen with that Lobster grip
As you try and find a rhyme that can go for as long as this
I can't listen to an emcee they're proper shit
Especially when their lyrics are a crock like a pot of grits
Greeze is not something they can bother with
But pigs can get wrapped up and smoked like sausages
X'em out if we cross a snitch
When they, catch em sleeping like a baby when that rob a crib
Get passed the baton, what i drop is sick
Coz I only touch the mic if the spot is lit
So I had to come through and pop a cyst
When someone made an offer I cannot resist
Still grateful for this pot of piss
Check the pay pal every day I'm a dollar rich, ayy
But I just wanna get baked like chocolate chips
And get that dough in like a granny with a shopping list
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2. |
Always Drunk
03:09
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Blood fire I be the drunk writer
Who, kinda becomes wiser after a Budweiser
The punch liner getting licked off one fiver
Who, couldn't come tighter even if he touched minor
Bite snakes light weights sip Guinness
Downing Tyskie drown in whiskey that's my drink limits
I piss quickest dismissing big cynics
Who wanna take ya buzz away something like Syd Phillips
Sip golden ale from the holy grail
With a binge nation who cant afford to go to jail or post the bail
This is something for you to feel like i wrote in brail
We all get old and frail so i guess that we're supposed to fail
I like booze but I'm not a drunk boaster
The fun joker skunk toker habitual bud smoker
The dumb stoner and nothing comes closer
Spent part of my adolescence hung over on ya Mums sofa
Some people drink just to pick a fight
But the prick disguise is to hide the bitch inside
I keep calm on a twisted night
Hoping there's no arms when i'm legless something like philidimides
The free spirit pouring that liquor
Even with beer goggles i cant talk to this minger
Irish in my blood i was born as a drinker
Forget the cold ethanol keeps us warm in the winter
Bun trees the drunk monkey
Used to put Jim Beam in a fucking slush puppy
I rep the down trodden and unlucky
Trade beers and face fears when this life becomes ugly
Clown alot...but I'm about the job
In town I cotch... I like to piss the bouncers off
Never been into white wine or alco pops
But catch me out the box downing shots around the spot
With my eyes looking insane any time i'm shit faced
And it's a piss take how long this fucking.. piss takes
Competitive with the drink games
Catch me shit faced on gin lane with a bag full of mixtapes
I don't drink and think I'm a bad boy
I'm a mic man so naturally I be making that mad noise
Till its the morning after and I'm looking like Gascoigne
Withdrawing back into my shell feeling sumfing like Blastoise
I get Dizzee and slap arses
Beefing in the kebab shop with the greedy fat bastards
So whats your poison coz i drank glasses
Till i block the toilets when i throw up like a graff artist
I get Dizzee and slap arses
Beefing in the kebab shop with the greasy fat bastards
So whats your poison coz i drank glasses
Till i block the toilets when i throw up like a graff artist
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3. |
Phenom
03:06
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I'm a clean surgeon
Cut through ya team like Raheem sterling
Smug when they're re searching
Sipping tea and I didn't even need to meme Kermit
They think its nothing more than a freak sturgeon
Till I resurface the sea serpent, emergence
Seem nervous, keep working
Achieve purpose, as the earth keeps turning
Serene circus, I stay yonder
Low key in the bits like the lake monster
5 Foot 8 with an ape posture
So whats a cake gobbler to a weight watcher
I know the track like a train spotter
Resurrect the spirit of a grave robber
Blue jeans and a spliff still a lame dosser
Two kids and a missus yes I'm still the same tosser
Want weed? Yeah I got a friend
But fuck driving to ya just to drop a tens
Double wrap the bag just to stop the stench
And use a fan of mine just to throw pigs off the scent
Mcs cant take the fake reflection
Play dead then spin them like lei from Tekken
I want to make this shit a paid profession
And be another brainless weapon in ya tape collection
So whats an ancient question to an ageless lesson?
When its said without saying you cant mistake the legend
N its the same depression through out the blazing session
Till I'm looking like a happy anime face expression
I spit a cold tongue sandwich
And act psychic like a Golducks tactic
Been about n I've sold some cabbage
But Would rather work coz I'm not a dole bum bandit
Yet I'm just another, old dumb addict
Who is smart enough to have a controlled drug habit
Draw thin lines... yet roll one fat spliff
Yeah I'm kicking on but the souls young Brad Pitt
Got non believers asking is he god?
So stoned I see a monster on the misty loch
This shit is child's play like the Disney shop
At times I sound pretty posh but don't piss me off
Influenced by drugs like sixties rock
Real wild child with a lust for life like Iggy Pop
Somewhere between silly sod and busy boss
Used to make a wrestling belt from a Rice Crispies box
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4. |
Keep
03:12
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I keep laughing
Ignore messages but they keep asking
Ran out of pages but I keep crafting
Or speak jargon with speech masking to beat heart strings
Still I got emcees gasping
Put me to the test but cant quote without re marking
They act worse/crack more than weak casting
And feel the heat lasting when I flip and cause repeat arson
I'm just a cheap Tarquin, weed sparking
Seem starving, pretending that I'm eid fasting
I don't give a fuck I beat Marvin
Breeze past him coz my pen needs sharpening
I'm in gods green garden
Some boss man looking at me like.. who let this retard in
Life's fucked still, so I'm tree carving
And I'm happy coz my inner child's chi blasting
I keep training
Wrote alot of bars but I keep saving
Ran out of pages but I keep chaining
And creating when beat making I'm dream scaping
Still I got emcees hating
Put em too the test but cant pass without re taking
They change more than speed dating
And feel the heat raising when I'm flaming and they catch my speech blazing
I'm just a geek baking, relating
Be having, just rapping for that weed craving
Give a fuck about discrete hating,
Cheese grating coz I'm on a deep space ting
Bar like a sheep mating 'BAH'
Old school when I teach a rapper like a feet caning
Life's fun till you fall knee grazing
But I'm happy coz my inner child's street skating
I keep trying
Fucked up teeth but I keep smiling
Ran out of pages but I keep writing
Or free styling to beat timing with weak rhyming
Still I got emcees biting
I'm a different class, can't test without re vising
They wine more than greek dining
And feel the heat rising as I lay em out like creased ironing
I'm just a geek signed in, street fighting
Bee hiving, the worker that the queen's knighting
Give a fuck how long he's been driving
Breeze by him, coz he ain't no greased lightning
Got'em deep sea diving
Heads talk about the myth but only catch a brief sighting
Life's up hill and it's peak hiking
But I'm happy coz my inner child's tree climbing
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5. |
War Drum
03:57
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So far so good, I've never been to prison
But locking down these bars will be the only time I'll see conviction
All you see is green and crimson
As the mind is confined to the brain cell coz of weed addiction
Scheme technician in peak condition
When I see the vision its completed mission
I'm a family guy like peter griffin
Who wanna make an easy living of this dream ambition
Some only seem to listen to the seedy villain
So I'm on that road pulling dirty tricks like a street magician
Teaching wisdom to those that seek assistance
Not many have the leader in em so they be the minion
Benefits are just a way for some to cheat the system
I'm not a fan of money. Shit I'd rather see Lisa Simpson
Or someone that has never even been to Britain
Actively lead the kingdom than the queen of England
Every day we face ridicule
From people made from the same minerals
Its important for your thoughts to remain clinical
In a world full of war and insane criminals
Politicians bar to a high degree
But up front they kissing arse, oh the irony
To get the win when ya finish last is a sight unseen
But its alrite coz i can picture art that the blind can see
Brain storm and pick apart the society
Naively believe there is a chance of it finding peace
I'm that anti hero with a mask for anxiety
And if its worth it then I give the heart that's inside of me
Paranoia got the kiddies arguing violently
Ignorance fuels the little bastards to fight police
Growing up then advance with the crime on streets
And crunch numbers like the systems charted to binary
Living large but the price is free
So whether its, in my yard when I'm writing schemes
Or spitting bars when I'm riding beats
I represent coz this is the last of a dying breed
Every day we face ridicule
From people made from the same minerals
Its important for your thoughts to remain clinical
In a world full of war and insane criminals
A virgin's emergence is quirky
But uneducated when it first burst's into purpose
Some only pay mind to the worst of the urchins
Nothings straight forward like the curve is for learning
Urban suburban that's verses the earth
With a surgeons divergence assertive as Germans
Earning then burning with serpents for servants
The thief in the window through the curtain disturbance
We need more praise for the work from our nurses
Determined for perfect deserving not worthless
Personal urges that churn from the curses
But death looms, and there's no reversing the hurses
The system should reimburse us the service
We're all a bunch of clowns that's immersed in the circus
All want that chicken whose deserving of the bucket
Hard working on a budget when your earning just a nugget
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6. |
Cognitive Issues
03:20
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I'm as mean as a Jew
Defecate faces after reading the news
Catch me in your town centre needing a poo
Coz I'm just here to spit my bars and graffiti the loo's
This joint is the sickest remedy
I just want a bag of sheep for a bit of feta cheese
British no matter what the skin complexion be
The passport is real, but never been to Tel Aviv
Tearing up the green card from the rizla packet
Doing Fine art when I'm stoned like a lithographic
Emcees hit the spliff then become a bit dramatic
That's not rap that's cinematic and your crew's aristocratic
I'm just smoking pot and mingling
As the smoke inside the hot box is lingering
With this attention deficit I should maybe pop a Ritalin
Like sorry mate what was that again I wasn't listening
Judgement is soon imminent
Yet I prepare to fail, and do brilliant
Homer if he was a stoner, the true idiot 'doh'
Loner with a flow colder, recluse literate
Drunk wigga wid a skunk bifta
I'm not rich but at least I'm not a bum licker
Want war then come tither
I dance with the skeletons from your closet just to fuck wit cha
Shit been stretched like a milky texture
Even if I lose a battle they could kill me never
I'm a filthy bredda smoother than some silky leather
With them dirty habits that have always been a guilty pleasure
Scruffy dad to a lovely lad
Used to be an ugly tramp and a chubby twat
I don't have a money stash made from my mummy's cash
But I get the win if I try like a Rugby match
I'm just another avid marijuana smoker
Holding stolen goods in my yard and motor
It's sketchy when you're hoarding and you aren't the owner
I've seen more possession than Barcelona
Tuck ya tails when Nathones about
It ain't about getting shift for eight hundred pound
Every summer catch my face coloured brown
No one is above the law so we remain underground
Never get it handed on a plate honestly
Coz I hate properly and break crockery
Fire starter but this ain't prodigy
My pen been magic from the start, space Odyssey
My spirit knows that even if I died or flopped
I lived my god given right with the life I lost
Coz the mind and the soul are aligned and crossed
So its never nothing new to think outside the box
My face is bait, the scavenger
Who can spit sick bars to an amazing caliber
I bet every other person wanna hate this character
Coz I spray on camera like Jamie Carragher
I came along way since that dead EP
But still that arsehole talking shit when I get cheeky
Producers keep working on them mp3's
They bang the drum coz they tapped like an MPC
Guilty. about The Narcotics I misuse
Till I remember that my mind and body is in tune
Smoke myself stupid yet constantly improve
Chonging a big zoot gettin cognitive issues
Been about, what's history to a dinosaur
Got em playing to that damn tune when I strike a chord
I just wanna leave this mark behind for sure
Coz it's true when they say art is long and life is short
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7. |
Free Spirit
03:50
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Fuck the tax man
I'm cold. Like a cunt from Lapland
Not Nordic but I go north
And play opposite to the opposite and so forth
Plus I'm such a weirdo
That I can't even let my beard grow
Yet I'm more open than a slags legs
Just playing fatal fury to avenge my dads death
Bad rep like crack heads from day since
chilling, tagging over pay slips
Avoid doctors and hospitals
Bumps in the road are just confidence obstacles
Say I'm gonna quit but I B S
I'll smoke weed till I get I B S
Been a fiend since a teen pot toking
I'll only drop smoking when my lungs stop coping
Get experimental with the pencil
Fuck your clout, I'll rub you out
Emcees get wiped clean
It's funny coz I couldn't give a fuck about hygiene
Creating history
Even a murmur couldn't make me miss the beat
Still a, free spirit with a cheap lyric
Pulling up a brief snippet just to re live it
Just another friendly skitzo
The rapper pretending to emcee with flow
They think they're bad but I'm worser
Too stupid to ever know I'm smart and vice versa
Nice with it, but I'm Nasty Nate
I let my pen lead the line like Harry Kane
Watching El Clasiso with Danilo
Chilling with a can of coke and a bag of dro
Precise, they're wrong'n
If they got a beef with me, then that's their problem
People rate it when I hated the reflection
Now I'm on point, call it changing the complexion
Puff out my chest I'm bare hard
Call you all cunts then neglect my swear jar
Yet I'm self deprecating
Sarcasm is a killer, and the worlds never hating
Love the music, but hate the fans
Distant, evade the man like I spray the can
Smoked the hash till i looked like Tenryu
Till I broke the cycle like a push bike misused
Clowns get pied like Delia
When I'm pulling punches like Heihachi Mishima
Sketchy but I rap a painting
Expanding minds with a stretch of the imagination
The lonely nuttin
Talking like the world owes me suttin
Rap bars in a mundane tone
Fuck face stoned munchin on a sunday roast
Eyes red and green like a Portugal flag
They're awful at rap and can't talk to the dad
The hereditary spastic
I used to stay up late coz I was mentally active
Expose the mechanical
Fuck the swagger even my posing is magical
I'm safe. Check me out like CRB
Set the world alight like the green party
Time to change the story
Toke before bed to go out in a blaze of glory
Impatient. It's not done till I got mine
Looking to live fast but for a long time
My avatar is an E fit from crime watch
Catch me tagging from Deeping to time stop
Just gettin para billing ten bits
Get the wrong idea and end up killing friendships
Hatin, I'm just another broke emcee
But you cant spell poverty without poetry
Forever duckin mind readers
I'm just a poor rapper that's enriched with ideas
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8. |
Solo
03:33
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Surviving poverties my priority
Unrighteous policy divide economy
Rise in robbery inside our property
It's why majorities despise authority
Bible prophecy lies and honesty
Walk along the water 'n arrive across the sea
Christ anomaly find the god in me
Provide philosophies mind of Socrates
Write the odyssey fly to Lockerbie
Fine mahogany Chinese crockery
Psychic possibly psycho probably
Psychologically defy astrology
My biography ideology
Spiteful comedy relies on novelty
Deciding logically slicing quantity
Siphon quality design anthologies
Been amazing since I was a bogey brain
Lonely traits, was quick to tell a stranger go away
Then I turned to a teen, started smoking J's
Chonging potent grade always had me stoned for days
Nostalgic amnesia I was toking haze
Just like the fire in my belly I was known to blaze
Won't behave, focused on the role I play
Midfielder in the middle of the park , so I know my place
Overweight. but still explode with pace
Plagued with bones that ached all through out my growing pains
Now I'm turning old and grey
But it won't stop me rapping coz there's still loads to say
I'm the one punch man I'm bold and brave the flow is great
I know the game, never stuck on the loading page
They want your soul in chains.. before they close that cage
Mind was locked behind them bars now I'm going straight
Finding and sourcing rhymes that I'm hoarding
Recite and performing lines for recording
Rewinding and pausing quiet and boring
Writing and drawing till the light in the morning
Tireless walking life is exhausting
Deep in the dirt where the diamonds are forming
Mind is absorbing arriving endorphins
Life is rewarding when ya finding ya calling
Catch the sky when its falling inside of a draw string
Flying and soaring as lightning is storming
The giants i'm dwarfing hide when its pouring
The striker i'm scoring i fire hadorkens
Yeah, I fire hadorkens
Yeah
I'm alive and exploring their silent and snoring
The guy their ignoring V the hype their adoring
If you're real you can trust a g
I been confusing opponents since using Butterfree
My mates ripped off guys for their currency
Kicking it with company who don't refund the fee
See i was young when i started bunning weed
Everything in front of me slowly moving double speed
Get called a junky fiend then every cunt/one agrees
Man I could've used a couple leaves of the money tree
It don't matter if you brush your teeth
The consequences of something sweet turns to gum disease
Get the itch for writing then i become discrete
Them times there i'm a straight up loner fuck a team
I'm just another dumb emcee
With two fingers up because i come in peace
Unless it's stress rising underneath
Then it's two fingers up like fuck the scene
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9. |
After Dark
02:22
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Murder murder kill kill kill
Murder murder kill kill kill
Deading any crew with the megaton fist
What da fuck ya wanna do?
What the fuck you think this is?
I'm not ya friend, so here we go...
Still Plot revenge for minor things that happened 10 years ago
Experimental like Thom Yorke
Plus I'm paranoid like a song by Ozzy Osbourne
Rollin with the heaviest eyes
You'll be underground when I leave ya buried alive
I'm rotten to the core till I die
Man I'll kill a guy.. and make his children cry
Emcees get rinsed like hippy clothes
Create troll accounts just to dislike videos
Backmask your music then bootlegg it
Start a rumour bout ya then ask "who said it?"
I'm an evil serpent to the weakest vermin
Start war then pretend I'm a peaceful person
Prank babe station, stay hating
Goths can't praise Satan coz he ain't Nathan
Murder murder kill kill kill
Murder murder kill kill kill
Deading any crew with the megaton fist
What da fuck ya wanna do?
What the fuck you think this is?
Turn the one you love to a zero
Coz I'm about as much of a hero.. as Nero
Spit blasphemy with gods blessing
Then do a spirit box session.. with John Lennon
Give a fuck about ya human rights
It's do or die till I supervise ya suicide
I come alive in the moonlight
And make sure I tie ya noose tight out of true spite
Acting like I'm the soundest guy
But secretly plot so you drown in formaldehyde
Bottle spirits like drink in the boozers
..And set alight the home of infinite losers
Spit in ya face coz this acids caustic
Then pass away happily from natural causes
Rap with poor kids, coz I'm fucked in the head
Plus I'm proper Macabre like the monster under the bed
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10. |
Voices
02:23
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I live in this cage picking my brains
Some only see their vision engaged through singular frames
So my souls lifted away, skipping on plains
Dance with mother nature in a spiritual state
I'm that rogue with that Mutant touch
Cant connect to humans much when ya in a stupor bruv
Because they just abuse your trust
Plus I fucked my future up when I started doing drugs
Short of time, like I'm forty nine
Traumatized, as non believers always lie
Hear em talking blind till they saw the signs
Coz my borderline tortured mind must've caught the eye
Stay connected to that psy link
On some wi fi shit, waves reveal what the mind thinks
Tryna keep privacy inside of me l, as the eye blinks
While the super ego gets up to hyjinx
Anti social with the cheery expression
Angry vocals you can hear the aggression
Never was the kid with the clearest complexion
Scars on my face from years of depression
Life is a test, in which we undertook
And I guess I was meant to be misunderstood
People judge a book on how the cover looks
Yet read between the lines when the shoes on the other foot
I play by the rules and not by the mind games
With a slight pain from the migraine
A buzz turns to a light craze
Thoughts stay clouded in the smoke from the high grade
Will I find faith, or is it really spiritual
Mystical, or some kind of scientific miracle
Does consciousness keep our mind state critical
Or is it schizophrenia creating something fictional?
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11. |
Outro
03:55
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I'm so much more than your sum total
Get a shitty diagnosis yet become hopeful
Solitary to a scene for the unsocial
Plus I'll only do a battle if the pubs local
Creative, they're abit delirious
Been a master on this thing since being inexperienced
Emcees wanna hate but the word Isn't serious
I flow past the weak like a bitches period
I don't need a gang for clout
Plus if this was Pokemon I'd fucking bang you out
This ain't green street but you know I'll stand my ground
Done my twenties but you're never too old ever to hang around
Quiet sod, suttin like silent bob
Still I'm sharper than an old school Man United top
To a battle, never been a type of flop
Talk crack, you could say I provide the rock like hiker knob
It's no doubt Kid's cause a head ache
But my son is so much more than a son he's my best mate
I live in a world where ya friends hate
But I keep it moving and I left them in the past like dead weight
I stay optimistic for his future
Coz he's artistic, analytic and super
He the student to the tutor, lyrics to producer
Learning from a winner whose as realistic as a loser
The purest. my lines are pricey
Kind of grimey don't rap like a yank I'm a limey
My ancestor was an Irish pikey
And right now i'm happy that my son lives the life of Riley
Limitless. Coz there's room to grow
People are amazed at what this introvert could do at home
To this rap game I'm a reclusive bro
It's not who you are it's who you know and I'm true alone
Rolling with that spliff is mad bait
Real shit. I got sick of the stinking ash trays
And my stomach acid leaving me in a bad way
Plus cancers very real, so I switched to hash cake
Day dream till I end the fantasy
Spaced out till I stretch the galaxy
I never fall, I'm just testing gravity
Turning lemons to Schweppes is the specialty
Giant killing like I ride with Krillin
Alive n kicking in a world where you can die from living
Just tryna beat the game in these streets of rage you know
Fight the system and survive on chicken
Brain storm like the weathers that dramatic
Master with the bars like a clever acrobatic
Stuck to my guns coz its better that you practice
If you keep hopping trends then you'll never have a classic
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Nath One UK
Nath One is a rapper from Peterborough, UK.
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