Azza, Manek, Traumatik, MTD, Diezel, Kombo, Texas, Jimmy Danger
(I'm the damn guy)
Ball Hard like Orlando Magic
Pull out the ting call me "Go Go Gadget"
It's A double Z A but my name's not Aaron
Rude boy never serve it like hatchet (Hatchet)
Talking like you're rough when you're moving,
But we know that you ain't stacking (Stacking)
And trapping got no IDs when they're
Talking rough and they got no backing
Alright lemme jump back in
Lemme chat shit better come back here (Back here)
Feeling when they try turn around and I'm
Right there man I get scared but I'm at it (At it)
Full time in a bat's old jacket touch the mic and I smack it
They can't hack it
Hate job and I hate that school gunna come and attack it
Don't piss me off
Trust me that shit's a lot
I'm back you pricks I'm kicking it off
Off of the hinges give me the dosh
'Cos I wanna be livin' the floss
So I keep giving up, bringing them lots
On in the bleway isn't a prob see me walking with a spliff in her gob;
And I might be lead top sibacabox
But they won't hear me missin' a drop
Come near me I'll be willing to cotch
But foul mouth me get a nig and a tuck
Right around me, when when it kicks off
Elbow to the face make a man pissed off
Don't know we're menacing 'cos when I say that it's going off it's off
Cause a landslide when we touch the damn mic
Yeah it's jammed tight get your fuckin' hands high
I'm the damn guy, I'm the damn guy
Got lemon and cheese and packets of weed enough to make you damn fly
Cause a landslide when we touch the damn mic
Yeah it's jammed tight get your fuckin' hands high
I'm the damn guy, I'm the damn guy
Got lemon and cheese and packets of weed enough to make you damn fly
My Lemon Haze is from 'leven ways
And it's harvest time in 11 days
It's powerful like a weapon sprays
And trust me you'll be well amazed (So listen)
Let me just demonstrate smoke lemon haze and then celebrate
I meditate and regenerate and then elevate up to Heaven's Gate
(I'm God)
I'm above all the pen and papes
Just celebrate and then penetrate
I'll desecrate and I'll devastate any heavyweight
I don't relegate (Hey dickhead)
Run, go tell a mate, my lemon is sticky like sellotape
I'm punctual, I'm never late cause I teleport and I levitate
When I spita the bar she master the crafts like Mr Miyagi
Trust me you'll see more punches thrown than fists at a football derby
My style is literally barmy
Simple and plain like twisting a car key
I treat MCs like boats
Taking them out with a spitting tsunami (Yeah)
Bear lemony narcs incredible bars put them on my logs
Smoking cheddar is fun
With the boys and the federal cops
Your boys call tell 'em old como get 'em all done open 'em all rocks
I treat them as like work
Then smoke heavily blocks
Cause a landslide when we touch the damn mic
Yeah it's jammed tight get your fuckin' hands high
I'm the damn guy, I'm the damn guy
Got lemon and cheese and packets of weed enough to make you damn fly
Cause a landslide when we touch the damn mic
Yeah it's jammed tight get your fuckin' hands high
I'm the damn guy, I'm the damn guy
Got lemon and cheese and packets of weed enough to make you damn fly
Crush all the lemon, armageddon I'm blazin' 24 7
AK-47
How many zoots today? About seven
Strong weed spin, 2011
So dank they smell it in Devon (Devon)
So high they itchin' from heaven
Birthday date 77
Terrorist like a 9 11
Bare Gs up in the sessions
Smoke so much it like an aggression
Zed's way? 27
Apes? 1 point 7
Piztay, what'd you reckon?
They blame it on the recession
England's heading into depression
Liverpool Daddy
Run the mic like an athlete
Yammin' the beat like a patty
You can never catch me
The man o man sure take a back seat
My name's on the road like a taxi
You're an ickle man you can't match me
When a menamena mic up a governoor biddi biddi biddi biddi bidda embassy (Woo)
Yo, and I bump up the ante
Bidabidi war I'm like an Iraqi
You don't want no beef, no teriyaki
Ima get animalistic and aggy
Come visit, N One Niner
My da beat dat taught a bus driver
My cup old man take them eyes off
Cause a landslide when we touch the damn mic
Yeah it's jammed tight get your fuckin' hands high
I'm the damn guy, I'm the damn guy
Got lemon and cheese and packets of weed enough to make you damn fly
Cause a landslide when we touch the damn mic
Yeah it's jammed tight get your fuckin' hands high
I'm the damn guy, I'm the damn guy
Got lemon and cheese and packets of weed enough to make you damn fly
This ain't no test run no nought sixty like that I'm an F1 (Nyoom)
Put down their weights on my air force
Waste MCs get back where you left from (See ya)
So far back you get laughed at
It's like watching a terrible sitcom
Have a break son, have a KitKat
We MCs like munching a Bourbon
Who's on the mic? It's Texas
I'm eating you all up for breakfast (Morning!)
The style we got is infectious
I'm fitting together like Tetris (Beep boop beep boop beep)
Frontline braby shake it down. (Hey hey hey hey)
We represent for the underground
Appleface starts running out
Light the fuse. Tick tick tick pow!
Honestly got off it properly droppin' the sickest of rhymes you heard
The quickedest wickedest lyricist ever
To spit on the mic, true words (Right?)
So give me the rhythm no give me
The bigin I'm killin' the vibe for days
We get in the zone I'm lettin' them
Know we're chuckin' the mic and spray like
Stop that watch this
Keepin' it dark like gothic
So I drop shit, got piff
Pure organic, no toxic
Cop man's flow got me dropped down low
We proper got that bro, It's a knockout shot, bop
Cause a landslide when we touch the damn mic
Yeah it's jammed tight get your fuckin' hands high
I'm the damn guy, I'm the damn guy
Got lemon and cheese and packets of weed enough to make you damn fly
Cause a landslide when we touch the damn mic
Yeah it's jammed tight get your fuckin' hands high
I'm the damn guy, I'm the damn guy
Got lemon and cheese and packets of weed
Enough to make you damn fly. (Fly, fly, fly...)