Raah, clap for the beast, bars I rap to release
Spitters these days spit bars to crap to repeat
On par don't chat to me please
Anyone can spit these days, act thugged these days
Anybody can chat to the beat
But man are so poor the only time
Their in form is when they chat to police
I'm not decieved by those at the head
Of the game expose a fraud like it's weave
Im can't believe that spitters with
Actual brains find it so hard to succeed
Nobody cares when your no one
When you get a taste want action and begging for peas
Don't try beg with me now you actual prick
No cactus is getting a squeeze (not from I)
Don't act too surprised I wont give a hand to no porcupine
So if they come across me get crucified
I'm gonna blow and I don't care who survives
I'm so hard spit concrete ruin the mic
I got a hammer n a chisel that I use to write
Onto a concrete slab get through supplies
The whole time while looking in medusas eyes (so tough)
Wanna stop me good luck push back like I love a good shove
Get in my way first turn your face to
A face not even your mother could love
Don't wanna suffer concede cause there wont be another like me
And they want me to suck up and plead
Warning message to all gate keepers,
Man might rip off your are for the key
Key key to the door key to the scene
Ke-ke-keep well away keep couple feet
Ke-ke-keen to impress keep up with me, frig that
I've been raw since 18, I'm rare
I do more, I make beats, don't dare
To ignore, dont day dream, night mare
I will cause, I break peeps, don't care
Who a-dores, who hates me
I still climb (Raah)
My advice, to build a style it takes time
This ones mine (Raah)
Sounds hype, sounds like rap n grime combined
(Wait wait wait wait)
Who up the pace on mic, blew minds and blew up the place
What, what, whats my sound
Frig all that I make tunes that will make you wanna screw up your face
Raah