Airiest, yeah
This day, that day, every day, a rat race
Been around since fat lace
Tell me how that tastes, partner, no, I'm not a chancer
Now I found the right answers, like catchphrase
It tastes like prime time
Ask me again, it tastes like fine wine
Back here again, the same rules apply
The same rules apply
Ten years ago, like remember, remember
Example, remember, remember, the 5th of November
Have you got a penny for the guy?
Who's the guy? I'm the guy
Barge in, ain't got a sim, son
Sat at home lookin' at the margins
Homer and Marge in the sketch, I'm the family guy
Mad at me, why?
And you're mad at me, why?
Time might fly, but the hits don't lie
Got me Shakira, the hips don't lie
Got me a fam and the kids still cry
Got me a house and the paint's still dry
Didn't have to forfeit, fuck gettin' a mortgage
And that don't mean I don't care about your kids
I care more than you know
More than you know, I'm 'bout, 'bout to blow
Blow for the third time, you know my name by now
If you heard grime, you know my voice by now
If you heard part tech, house dubstep, rut race
Scream, when the motherfuckin' beat drop
Hip hop, or trip hop
Fuck knows, there's a sick drop
And when I stop, it's a mic drop
And your eyes go red with envy, Cyclops
I don't mean that in a mean way
When I'm up in your brain like a Jean Grey
Big tune still gettin' replayed by the DJ
While my peer group fade away
Get a good woman you can bleed to
'Cause when you settle down, she will bleed too
Then you'll meet your kids, and they breathe too
I do it by myself, I don't need a crew
I did a chorus for Holla when I didn't need to
I'm unorthodox like hits with 3-2
UK rap was a lesser scene, flopped like Ketamine
Tried it with Stephen way back Professor Greens
Amphetamine, get 'em in
You bet I'm keen
Not a lover, Billie Jean
But I'm smashin' every stage into smithereens
I know I ain't from the streets
But I'm a pain with the beats
Ask Mike Skinner, when he signed me in 2005
Back when I came from the streets
Didn't have to shake, got my dad to thank
White middle class, but my grime's still dank
You can battle me, but your hands still wank
'Cause I get more views with the Nando's skank
Auditorium, ordered all of 'em
Everybody's spittin' now, where's the story tellin'
Here's the saw again, maybe this is the way
Fuckin' Mandalorian
And I could handle all of 'em
I've been a fan of all of 'em
And now I'm standin' tall again
And if I fall, I fall again
Who's the man? He's the man
Deeper than, a pizza pan
A thousand times, like a kilogram
Still fresh face like he's Peter Pan
Ten years from now, and I'll still show up
Try to pull the plug and I still blow up
Yeah, I told ya, won't shut up
I may grow old, but I'll never grow up
Grow old, but we never grow up
We may grow old, but we never grow up
We may grow old, but we never grow up
We may grow old, but we never grow, never grow
We may grow old, but we never grow up
We may grow old, but we never grow up
We may grow old, but we never grow up
We may grow old, but we never grow, never grow
Never grow
Never grow, never grow
Never grow
Never grow, never grow