Man try talk, he's got me walking the walk
Like I can't even remember his name
Man'll try act up big on the internet
But real life man I doubt he's the same
Fuck this guy, nothin but a waste of my time,
Sometimes I need to let shit go
Wouldn't of said we were close but we used to be chill
Nowadays I wanna slice your throat
Anyway back to the banter
It's not banter when I turn up an clap ya
Don't act up you're not an actor
Don't act up you're just a wanker
Blast mics up and I tear shit down
Cool dizzaboy man I never play round
Dont frown coz u know I have the sickboy sound
I be the badman take any man down.
North south east west left right back
Dappa dizzle im a lyrical lumberjack
And if you dont like cos i chop trees
Chop tracks drop tracks
If you dont know mans get jacked
Running the roads like my name's kano
Rip out your heart shit better lay low
Cos i flow so delicately
Name one dappa d name 2 crossley.
Remember the shit coz i flow freely
On all the mics that be where you see me
You see 2D I see 3D, up on the mic i merk em easy.
Yo stop hypin
You're no big man, you're no viking
You're a dafty, you're not gully
Im out of your league but I go in fully
I'm in a harder league
Open you up like a barca team
I'm messi fam you're not markin me
Sideman you're not even startin g
Slew any badman any soundboy
Draw for the magnum like a cowboy
Soundboy if you wanna come big row boy
Then fuck the magnum I draw 12 bore toy, no joy
Yer a shitchat boy no discipline
When I chat see the mans a be listening
Wont be a marriage an it won't be a christening
It'll be a funeral boy you'll be missing in a six foot hole
Buried like mole when i merk melancholy on the mic control.