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