You created a mon ster who created a montage of
vivid images where I've been living in a place called
England
Where we never wait to be given what we make for a living,
the government try and take back play your position
But
Swedes and their cities on a mission to break worldwide,
that's why he's raising stakes
Opposition are trying to take off his plate
When he steps in the place they shake like
And they're trying to take his place like
And whenever he steps in the ring like
Whole crowd stop like
Lights bright
And he rocked this ting to daylight
But he's trying to give
the people what they like
He came a long way from the estate
I hear them talk ing but talk is cheap
Time is money so while they walk I lead
I ain't trying to endorse their awful speech
I endorse, endorse his creed
Meaning I'm the main man, I am back
Kinda like the mane on a lion's back
In this concrete jungle where pride's intact
As they roar, they roar, titans clash
I attack these flea fiends, no verses,
I kill them with at least three lads
I am the mainland's highest rank,
I'm the
English captain with three lads
Reach me easy like three feet high,
wanna shut me down like they were
VTIs
Two fingers plus
DCY and we rock the scene like we were
BPR
The competition see me as a pest, pest,
whatever I get they get less, less
The whole campaign was a mess, mess,
a whole champagne to the press, press
And I get bookings on the regs, regs,
they only get bookings under arrest, arrest
All trade out, I write checks, checks,
give it a go, giving it a rest, rest
Bad guy, okay,
I'm pulling the drama like it's role playing
When it comes to beef, I feel no weight
Icebox to the heart, I feel no pain
In front of the haters, I say no names
Cause I ain't tryna give haters no fame
When it comes to arms, I watch no face
I come out with them arms,
but watch your face
Don't get captured by the captions
And never get wrapped up
in the rap track
Don't get caught up in the rappin'
You'll end up wrapped up
in the black bin
That's all your soul for the cold of black
Now have the devil in your pocket
like a folding napkin
Loads of rappers really
ain't rolled to actin'
And most of them are scared
of the roles they actin'
The truth is they really
ain't holdin'
Mack tens ain't loadin'
Up the magazines like
But they shoot for magazines like
Cause they ain't really
G's like
They see real killers in the freeze like
They beef, they run into police like
Cause they don't really
wanna live a street life
They believe in their own hype
But if you energy you need to
leave it alone like
Only metal they hold is a pro mic
And they ain't lettin' nothin' go
That's why they always screamin' out
They always screamin' out
But they got no techno 4 -5
Just technics spittin' on 4 -5
Gun fingers don't take no lives
Without the darkness there'll be no light
And I'm the light, that's no lie
I'm sometimes the guy
that they don't like
Cause I spread positive
vibes like don't fight
Yeah, they ain't ready for this
British king
Tryna do the numbers like
Chippin'
Pin
Can't afford to pay the haters, no man
Unless you go start chippin' in
You
Two Fingers 
