VERSE 1 Been sick from early Sick in the skeleton Sick in the bones Been sick from birth Burst out the narn with a mic in my hand Telling the nurses "yo wha gwan" When I go Turkish make it a large Holding since Chico Debarge I'm a 80's yout, a 90's don You man are all deadout walking round in thongs Too much ego too much front Too much chatting too much fraff Too much IG A little bit meh, a little bit whey, a little bit WACK Bet you won't say shit when I walk round your gaff and tump you in the boat bro Man ain't your bro though so sit down shuddup and watch how this pro flow Man are back on the grizzle and grind even though I never stopped And when I walk in the rave man a make gyal sweat like it was hot But you when you walk in the rave and get pon the mic it's washed 60 degrees man a get spun then shrunk Oi gyal a want man with brains and a plan not some little punk Why you wearing a bally and tracksuit bottoms and gloves when it's hot Then slides and socks in torrential rain oi you man are nuts Yeah I really don't get it mate trust me you're all fucked And I bet when you look in the mirror you stand there and think I'm hard But when it gets on top I bet man dissolve and melt like lard And when it gets on top I bet man bounce and duss out fast Yeah I said duss mate, I'm an 80's yout and what I grew up in West 10, grew up in Zart man grew up in flats Grew up in the precinct, grew up on Lane going on mad Now I'm going beastly, going on greezy shelling it down Lenging it neatly, eating a 3 piece, inna my crown. VERSE 2 Man a got flows on tap leave em drenched Don't go gym man ain't on hench Kebab shop dweller Pitta bread fella Ain't on wraps that's soggy and dead I do bars from straight out the bed You do bars like Drop Dead Fred Invisible vibes I'm a brilliant guy with a wonderful mind I still ain't your friend though Too many snakes but I'm wishing em well Running through hell no pants and a vest Ain't that swell, watch me go, I fixed up and stopped being such a mess Never stopped being Nangdoe Still chat to man in the Bando While stanking out drinking a tango I'm mashing the concrete like kango I've never really buss Kangol In some 95's the colour of mango Always sinking my teeth in Got them asking where the fangs go Send a quick shout to my fans yo You lot all kept me going ham bro Big up, let's hold a Nandos While we sing songs over banjo Weird It's must be his beard It's must be his brains Yeah It must be grade it must be the strains Yeah I'm puffin the magical offa my face Gimme the haze Gimme the AK Gimme the peng Gimme the ayyyyyy And I bet you're one of them guys that smokes bare weed on the gram ennit But when you take two puff of the real leng ting it's hand on clam shittt Yeah you're on of them guys who wants to go Dam to take pictures I'm sick of you pricks with your dead little beards, whiskers I bet when you man walk in the dance you think you're all bosses You ain't no Zed Bias mate, allow it stop it Ego dons get chucked head first straight off the buss I double L M A N the name you can trust