Finesse Riddim

Yay, yay, yay, yay

All right then

Let me tell them

Don't compare me to them, I ain't touched the P from my last show (oh, God)

Ching, ching, family bloodline came from Glasgow

Them lot are okay, but they ain't got bars like ours though

It's all black and white so show them true colours, you get swiped like barcodes

We set the bar too high now they can't take that like Barlow

Didn't wanna let me in, so I had to get it in, came like Medellín's gang called narcos

(Yay, yay, yay)

Even the haters know it's hard though

(See I was in the field with Joshy dishing out hooks like Ivan Drago)

So mic check, one, two, might blaze one zoot, got a peng ting in Stockholm, Sweden

Telling me she's a keeper, and she's got links to De Gea like David Seaman

(Did he actually say that again?) Somebody tell the boy not even

Everybody's acting like they're all big in this ting, but I swear to God I can't see them

It's a hazard when I get real mad, everything turn Eden

It can all get messy quick if you wanna try and switch sides like Griezmann

I don't set no goals to achieve 'em, I write these thoughts down to keep breathing

Since Dominator died, you can look in my eyes and tell I ain't got no feeling

I ain't had no feeling ever since Dominator went and passed away

Man, I'm keeping it moving but ain't gonna lie, man, I'm finding it hard today

So I put on a mask and spray, this Shaolin technique hard to train

These dons get a like on their socials and start thinking they're God like Charlemagne

(I let it spray like aftershave, I'm on bars today, like who wants it?)

When I send man back to the yard like he just turned up to the wrong shift

Oh, you don't wanna start with me there's no off switch

Them man-a can't believe that you're on shit

You was in charge, but geezer, you lost it

And now man-a can't compete 'cause you're not fit

I got a flow that's toxic, so I might call this one Britney

On point like spears, I let one go, man-a spin like Frisbee

And you can check my history, I been on this ting from a pickney

Man, I took mad Ls in my time now me and my team do nothing but victory

Can't deal with a bad mind youth, now with all that bullshit miss me

Man talk like he stand his ground, but he still turn Linford Christie

I got a brand-new flow that's pristine

Who's in charge? Man, it ain't no mystery

Man took his best shot and I stepped it, come back with a big left to the kidneys

I am a lyrical demon, levels away above, we are not even

If you're gonna hate, then hate for a reason

I'm ready to take over the region

I am a lyrical savage, gotta leave behind the excess baggage

A lot of these MCs can't manage

Might as well spit your bars in Spanish

Putting in work like a nine 'til five, I'm putting in work like a labourer

Putting in work on your girl, I'll take the bitch out, but I don't wanna pay for her

You might see me putting in work in the trap, serving food, caterer

Make you feel awkward, like if you cheat on your girl, but you don't wanna say it to her

I don't mess around with amateurs, snakes or fake characters

I don't like any judge or barristers, gassed up like balloons and cannisters

I'm the number one challenger, walking around like a scavenger

I'm marvellous, spectacular, fuck you up like cardiovascular

When I'm on the mic, it's a massacre

I'm a VIP, ambassador

I'm serious like a car crash

(You don't, you don't wanna be a passenger)

I'm staying on top of the game

I'm staying on top of the leaderboard

I'm too sharp like a samurai

And I don't even need a sword

I don't need a sword either (no), I just kill it with success

When I'm speaking more deeper, truth hurts, I'm giving 'em 'nuff stress

I'm a natural leader, women, I'm giving 'em rough sex

If you need a raw feature, I do grime and rap and dubstep

Don't be sad or upset, life is very technical

I'm not sensible, you know my flow is incomprehensible

I'm dying to be on stage again, performing, bring on the festivals

My balls are big, sometimes I accidentally sit on my testicles

I got that supernatural, deadly, vicious, Shaolin technique

I'm giving 'em, one, two, kung foo kicks and penetrating your headpiece

If you piss me off, I guarantee you'll be dead by next week

You'll be six foot deep in a grave, rotting away like dead meat

Your skin is falling off, there's maggots eating on your flesh

I love these voices in my head, my demons are the best

I'm not crazy, I'm not mental, I'm just evil and obsessed

If your mum is sexy, then I'm spraying semen on her breast