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Mic ain’t got no friends on the mic

Me I might send for your whole ends on a hype

Cruising through your ends in a new Benz

And I caught you trynna move a 2−2 Benz on your bike

Do what you can, I’ll do what I like

Too many begs on too many hypes

Too many threats when nobody dies

Not enough fistfights, too many knives

Too many skets telling too many lies

Too many, too many, too many times

Make sure that you ain’t using your cock

When you man are out here choosing your wife

Make sure that you man are using your head

Or you might just start losing your mind

Tell the mandem start using your head

Or you might just start losing it

I forsee shadows, call me shallow

Think I’m being parrow, catch me falling

Four feet narrow, need more crow

Call the green sparrow

Cause I need ammo for this old arrow

Your seagulls will run from seagulls

Score shots, score shots, yeah crow

Out here posted up like scarecrows, woo!

Been doing this shit for years bro

All my heroes are weirdos

Don’t fear us, hear us

And please don’t let no wasteman near us

Bad vibes polluting the sky

I know full well that I ain’t going to jail

Or doing time, or really putting a body on a nine

And killing somebody who was lying

About every other body on his nine

Cause every other body isn’t getting bodied, am I lying?

Nah man I ain’t rating you really though

I see a snake in your video, what’s the point

You’re making and taking a video

Just to act like Drake in a video

Silly yo chap

Ask anyone, yeah I really don’t ramp

Ask anyone, yeah I really throw hands

It’s 2016, every rapper is a roadman

And every roadman wanna rap now, really though fam?

Mic ain’t got no friends on the mic

Me I might send for your whole ends on a hype

Cruising through your ends in a new Benz

And I caught you trynna move a 2−2 Benz on your bike

Do what you can, I’ll do what I like

Too many begs on too many hypes

Too many threats when nobody dies

Not enough fistfights, too many knives

Too many skets telling too many lies

Too many, too many, too many times

Too many, too many, too many times

Too many, too many, yeah

All rise for Your Honour Mic

Alright, let’s take them on a ride

To live lavish is all we want in life

Y-O don’t die, we multiply

Grew up on the countryside

Do or die, young man dies

Suicide, we breed like

Sewer mice, can’t see my

View on life but true are blind

Y-O till I’m traumatised

Y-O but you oughta buy it

Y-O but you’re pouring white

Why don’t we want more in life

I’m chasing dreams, planning schemes

Trynna get my family out the streets

For more than for the night

As long as we alive, get organised

Never had a court order in my life

You’re not a good criminal, if you’re famous for crime

Never been caught, I just caught a vibe

Never been caught, I just caught the virus

Too sick, never been nicked

Never been never been

Never been nicked

I’m intelligent prick

Mic ain’t got no friends on the mic

On a terrorist vibe when I enter this bitch

All rise for Your Honour Mic

When I’m on the mic, don’t think cause I bark

I ain’t gonna bite

Jealousy lies in my enemy’s eyes

Everybody emcees, but they won’t ever be Mic

I’m a lowlife, but the levels be high

Talking ketamine high

I’m flying, think I need co-pilot's validation

I’d be lying if I said that I’m happy

That I haven’t made it, I’m waiting

I have the patience

Dead brain cause you can’t see my talent wasted

Best in the game, anybody go against what I say

Fuck a pen and a paper, I’ll just smash your face in

Fuck the truth, I want the zoot

The whole zoot and nothing but the zoot

Mic ain’t got no friends on the mic

Me I might send for your whole ends on a hype

Cruising through your ends in a new Benz

And I caught you trynna move a 2−2 Benz on your bike

Do what you can, I’ll do what I like

Too many begs on too many hypes

Too many threats when nobody dies

Not enough fistfights, too many knives

Too many skets telling too many lies

Too many, too many, too many times

Too many, too many, too many times

Too many, too many, yeah

«I would’ve cussed them yeah

But Alhamdulillah, I keep it halal all the time

Like, a hundred percent, all the time

Like, it’s so obvious bruv, even my nan can see

That you lot are flirting

Simples, it’s normal, it’s calm.»

Too many players and not enough pay cheques

Only one game with too many faces

Too many man, too many many majors

Not enough soldiers and too many pagans

Too many snakes, too many many wastemen

Too many gay men who have got straight friends

Rappers getting raped is a pain in the anus

All this in the vainful name of entertainment

Fuck who’s better, too many never made it

Too many got berserk turned to an Eddie Vegas

Too many lames, too many petty haters

Too many burials and not enough acres

Sitting there wasting, who said we ain’t shit

I want names, it’s 2016 and the game ain’t changing

No room for the new generation

Cause they just BLEEP, laters

Mic ain’t got no friends on the mic

Me I might send for your whole ends on a hype

Cruising through your ends in a new Benz

And I caught you trynna move a 2−2 Benz on your bike

Do what you can, I’ll do what I like

Too many begs on too many hypes

Too many threats when nobody dies

Not enough fistfights, too many knives

Too many skets telling too many lies

Too many, too many, too many times

Too many, too many, too many times

Too many, too many, yeah

«Yo G, it’s

I just thought I’d reach out to man

Becuh I don’t miss nothing out here still

I see a couple little fuckery and dem ting dere

But nothing but support from southside my G

And my gang and everyting man

Ya nuh wah I mean so

Hate when deez likkle frackles man think

They can come up in the game and just think they can

Voice their opinion about anybody blud

You know what I mean, just because they got little

Trap paper on road and all dem ting dere

Look, I rate everybody for what they’re doing you know

Blud when I saw that likkle yute say a couple little tings I was

Like nah nah nah nah nah nah nah