The Basics

Yo

Nerve

Check it

Fuck your label and your PR

Fuck your agent and your weak bars

MCs wanna act like they famous

No one cares what you spat on the stage kid

You pay for your publication

Tell 'em what to say and they run the pages

Fake buzz is an understatement

And I think you're fucking up the basics

AKA making tracks with a message

You just rap about a gat and your henchmen

If those were your straps on the set

Then you'd have cops at your gaff in a second

But you won't and you don't (stop lying)

All the bullshit you sell I'm not buying

You ain't road selling drugs by the pound

You're at home hitting cones while your mum's not around

Yeah, yeah son write a song about that

You ain't at work, you're banging that crack

Telling everyone you rap

But when you're at a show you're never on track

(So where you at?)

And I ain't here to talk shit all day

I kill MCs with the spit always

Talk up a storm till my jaw breaks

Every single lyric I spit I'm giving my sore brain

Yo, I grab mic the whole place get rushed

I grab mic you know they get a rush

You know I ain't making this up

You know I'm insane when I bust

I grab mic the whole place get rushed

I grab mic you know they get a rush

You know I ain't making this up

You know I'm insane when I bust

I'm in your backyard

Spitting raps at your grandma

Stealing cash from her bank card

Fuck that I'm a wanker

You can get smacked with the back of my pad if you act hard

Can't fuck with my style

You're wack son

You're stuck in denial

I catch buzz

I got bars for a clash if you actually rap

But you lack any tracks since you have none

I spat one, your whole team fall back

MCs wanna chat like they all that