Words 2da Wise

Flip them bars into fans Pounds into grands and grind hard off my voco Using word of mouth for promo Distribution pro bono Yeah you see me blood I'm loco Pon the soundwave man a loco Pon the socials yeah I'm loco From Country to Endz g I'm loco Flip them Bars into fans Pounds into grands and grind hard off my voco Using word of mouth for promo Distribution pro bono Yeah you see me blood I'm loco Studio's to postcodes I'm loco From streets to Dre beats I'm loco Mp3's Mix cd's I'm loco Grimes a traphouse I plug the substance in Too many sub par mc's need to sub them Food for the soul I supplement With enough sauce to keep it succulent This a household culture I'm doing my bit Bait face standout like I'm in a hi-vis Radios dead F making a playlist Mandem sing hooks for attention now their pissed I kick the game doors off the latches I got kilo's of bars rhymes about my graft Punchline money tucked in the mattress Duffle bag full of rhymes schemes stanzas I raise the bars blood you come standard Pause back on that like sta! sta! stammered From Clapham Manors to be caught in madness Roll with mandem that roll with weapons in tandem I used to see the game for what it is Now I only see what it could be Don't talk about a level playing field I'm bossing the levels on every level it could be I don't carry a screwface that's tension My names holds too much weight for man to mention Since I saw Tookie story in Redemption I clocked the postcode wars was a sheg ting I don't beg friends or do bredrins Associate with wastemen below my expense I used to check bossman for Nike 110's Bless copped another yard for like 110 Hunger never waivering still stacking Still kept my head up when the garms weren't matching Am a misfit to them social circles No tears I fit in next tier tax brackets Flip them bars into fans Pounds into grands and grind hard off my voco Using word of mouth for promo Distribution pro bono Yeah you see me blood I'm loco Pon the soundwave man a loco Pon the socials yeah I'm loco From Country to Endz g I'm loco Flip them Bars into fans Pounds into grands and grind hard off my voco Using word of mouth for promo Distribution pro bono Yeah you see me blood I'm loco Studio's to postcodes I'm loco From streets to Dre beats I'm loco Mp3's Mix cd's I'm loco Grime's a traphouse I plug the substance in My best yet to come subsequent Giggs a landlord of the scene as a whole I'm a student of the game that wants a freehold You man beg for room like it's a HMO 30+ and still ain't grown No baking soda straight taking over Didn't you get the memo no well we making known I don't mince words I give it to your raw Fresh produce cooked in the studio No mixing down this one give it to them pure Got the flow in the pocket with my 10's and score's Real recognise real why these man like foreign Don't fit the bill like the eye of Horus Scene's so open got every man touring Like they ran through Jammers basement with search warrants Hood famous but don't make you hard my G Got a rap sheet but don't mean you got bars my G Can say safe but don't make you my dawg my g Am I a dickhead? Fuck yeah your not my G What the OG's grew out of love from garage Has a quota of generic mc's below average You rate mans pockets more so than talent Am Fumin too many beg to be Lethal Well pow there goes the imbalance No solid project just radio clangers Well POW there goes the imbalance being good is ease being great is a challenge Well POW their goes the imbalance Walk with sick swag but talk shit grammar Well POW there goes the imbalance Well POW there goes the imbalance