I make ‘em hit the floor like raindrops
So ready to rock it, prepare for the take off
Killing all the rhythms, hard lyrics ‘til the game stops
Heavy as one ton be, thank you Based God
Why don’t you drop by to one of my tour dates
Going bananas, Harry Belafonte
Rappers getting cocky like they ‘bout to score fourth base
I don’t give a F, like Redundants, foreplay
UK hip hop everyone should learn
Jim Levenstein, my reign is coming first
Got ‘em hot under the collar on their buttoned shirt
I see a lot of big faces, Mark Zuckerberg
Everyday gotta trap like Jigsaw
Running your mouth ‘til you hit that brick wall
But you soft and sweet inside, Lindor
Young Fro in the building, you ain’t indoors
Even off of the pitch, I will ball
Moving Lowkey, now watch your chips fall
My flow is the future, it kills all
Yeah I be putting on shows like a guildhall
Get with the program, we about to install
That’s hard to believe, turning a boy atheist
Your careers dying young like Amy did
You’re good actors when you hear the bass and spit
Like Will Smith getting on his Jadakiss
This beat suits me, Jamie Simkin tailored it
I hit it straight in the centre like the radius
Something you won’t touch, hold up
Jean Charles style, they taking shots, even if I ain’t blown up
(Hook)
I'm seeing faces everywhere that I go
On the streets at the show and at the studio
I spit mad, yeah my verses are the truth
Punchline boxer delivering the blows
John Wilkes swag, yeah it's murder in the booth
Treat mics like Lincoln, I kill 'em at the show
So ready to rock it, prepare for the take off
Killing all the rhythms, hard lyrics ‘til the game stops
Heavy as one ton be, thank you Based God
Why don’t you drop by to one of my tour dates
Going bananas, Harry Belafonte
Rappers getting cocky like they ‘bout to score fourth base
I don’t give a F, like Redundants, foreplay
UK hip hop everyone should learn
Jim Levenstein, my reign is coming first
Got ‘em hot under the collar on their buttoned shirt
I see a lot of big faces, Mark Zuckerberg
Everyday gotta trap like Jigsaw
Running your mouth ‘til you hit that brick wall
But you soft and sweet inside, Lindor
Young Fro in the building, you ain’t indoors
Even off of the pitch, I will ball
Moving Lowkey, now watch your chips fall
My flow is the future, it kills all
Yeah I be putting on shows like a guildhall
Get with the program, we about to install
That’s hard to believe, turning a boy atheist
Your careers dying young like Amy did
You’re good actors when you hear the bass and spit
Like Will Smith getting on his Jadakiss
This beat suits me, Jamie Simkin tailored it
I hit it straight in the centre like the radius
Something you won’t touch, hold up
Jean Charles style, they taking shots, even if I ain’t blown up
(Hook)
I'm seeing faces everywhere that I go
On the streets at the show and at the studio
I spit mad, yeah my verses are the truth
Punchline boxer delivering the blows
John Wilkes swag, yeah it's murder in the booth
Treat mics like Lincoln, I kill 'em at the show
( The Next R.E.V.Olution )
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