Lyrics
Yeaaaaaah, Yeaaaaaah
Where should I begin
It don't really matter cos I'm still gonna win
Anything I touch I'm gonna spin
Uma top boy always hit top bins
Backhand, forehand an top spin
I manoeuvre like I am a King
Confidence it's from within
To at least double your chances like your a twin
I can't lose, I won't lose
That's the mentality I chose
I don't wanna be blowin up any fuse
To leave the haters laughin an amused
You need a tight circle of friends
Those who tell the truth an won't pretend
Those who are there from start to the end
That's the type of friends I recommend
Star.One, City Nil
Gary was always better than Phil
I push things forwards and pull things back
Always gonna hit on a counter attack
I'm like Hercules, Aphrodites
Unbeaten Arsenal in the post nineties
Any way, I'm coming through
I'm a winner, now how about you
Let's get deeper than deep
Six foot under that's when I'm gonna sleep
I'm an original donny from St. Bonny
First on the team sheet not a squaddie
Investing in property like Monopoly
Greatest of all time that's Pele and Bobby
Cross the Ball over, I'll hit it, on the first time volley
I'm spitting on the beat it's raw
It's grime ain't four to the floor
Man rise up the hammer like rune king thor
Architect that's what the blue print for
Got my main ting no time for the groupies or w*****
Man's got the drip like its sweating through my pores
Chill, pause
No yoda but you gonna feel the force
It's mental, mental it's crazy
It's a definite ting not a maybe
Surf on the beat coz I'm wavey
If you want a fire verse you better pay Zee
Mi cater, mi nuh ramp me nuh pet
F*** around put my hands on your neck
Only paper I want is a cheque
Little boy you're not classed as a vet
I'm winning
Doing it for grime
Way back Oi times I been on ma grind
Fire sixteens, I squeeze all the time
Lost your mojo they can't write rhymes
Where you been I'm in the lab
Half of you n****** in the scenes all s****
F*** around with f***boys we never do that
You f*** around with f***boys gets you bagged
I'm in the booth tryna master the flow
Keep running around for half's and o's
I'm in a league of my own not Chip and that
They can't f*** with the flows, got different batch
Fam, I'm old school Gods Gift and that
They keep stealing flows fam give it back
I ain't gone nowhere, I'm right here
So for the new year I'm a win some stacks
Ha, no joke no giggle
Freeze you diseased rinoceous pizzle
When I brush man I leave red paint on my bristle
Feds wanna put me in a cell no s*****
Out of the frying pan straight on the griddle
You ain't got a leg to stand on you c******
In the game of life you don't wanna hear the whistle
Leave your d*** b*** in the field no spittal
These days though I just wanna be civil
So grown up my burger has pickle
I'm Muslim I don't play piggy in the middle
That's longer than the rush hour queue in Lidl
I'd rather see triple, the gal dem wiggle
Forget the filter, make the stretch marks jiggle
You're chasing the rainbow but can't taste skittle
Shizzio out babes pour me a tipple
What you saying, what you saying where you from
From the West of North London, Council Estate
Keys to my drum from ten car because my mother was a working one
What you saying, what you saying where you're from
Man like me was a naughty one
Pop a chain and I cut that one
Naff, naff, chevignon man's on the run
I'm on the mic like the lyrical, lyrical
That be heard in every rave
And you dun know say which corner you hold dat ting would spray
Reload and captures
Everyone shouting ay
When man look for Viper, Viper's in the dance, MCs turn away
From Birmingham to bar mitzvah's
I sprayed raves like Moses with scriptures
Ask any So Solid member, which MC was better
Ask any greys inn raver, which MC is the saviour
RIP to the man called Sparks
And RIP to the talk of the town
Alexander Nsiah, Carlos Reynolds, Jamie Thomas, Osmond Bowes, Shahzad Akram, Simon Ryan
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