Letras
I said it's JayT and Hutchings
Fuck that fake emcee's CD I put that in the dustbin
Blazing on this cheese off my face on this skunkting
Internally when I spit verbally they start combusting
You sure I'm stush
Nah babe I just want some Shoreline Kush
I got the pure rhymes, fuck your rhymes, your rhymes push
The sort of negative shit that leaves a pure mind shook
You act like you read four five books
On how to be a lyricist envision this you poor rhymers
I got the sickest spits billing spliffs four times bruv
And then I written this, dishes shipped, course Im up
More time bruv
Imma show em what more grind does
Fuck the government they fuck four minors
I'd love to blow up the building like Guy Fawkes bruv
Thats V for vendetta
V for victory on Fifa cos you ain't beating me bredda
Mindless escapism we deep in it fella
All the time there is racism deeper that ever
Fuck police and their pepper
They don't help the streets they bring beef to the sector
Freedoms what we need, I said we need this for leisure
Go and get your vaccine but me? Im bless to get that NEVER
Nah g im too clever
Been telling em since March its a farce and its all set-up
But fuck em if they're lining up trust up in the system
And just claim that im just high as fuck
Or do you research, wisen up see why I need these herbs they've divided us
Said they've divided us I grab the mic with love gotta be Rising up
I can't listen if the tune be whack
They spit about the bread and cheese thats Halloumi (Wrap) rap
I want the, I want the doobie stacked
I fuck her so hard man I make her boobies slap
Why ya acting bookie lad
Gucci bag acing like ya just moved the crack
Attract the vibe that don't really suit me mad
Why the fuck do I feel so old
Im 22 still I got the mind of the great
Bout to be 23 not feeling right they delayed our lives
Tryna stop me grabbing mic on the stage n I've been enraged