yeah bars are enormous
were true performers
the flats are looking forward
I'm fed up of looking backward
i mean my life matters
it's not ending in tatters
I'd hate being a jacker
cause I'd hate being that blagger
saying no one's badder
then me and holding a dagger
cause i ain't a stabber
i don't have the guts
to cut
someone up
and i may be blench but i ain't tuff
trust I've had enough
the ghetto life it's fucked up.

yeah I'm telling my fortune
out on my tune
out in my room
on bebo boom boom
nuff man think I'm a spoon
but that's not true
I'll tell you
mandem what i do
it's a song ting
no long ting
I'm plotting
bars i ain't stopping
I'm dropping
on beats heads rocking
I'll shut up if it's flopping.

yeah i know this is decent
and that's an achievement
yeh this is rhyme season
and I'm rhyming on reason
teeth are uneven
dentist is reluctant
to get them straightened
he prefers private patients
but my teeth are messed up
so he can get stuffed
if he thinks I'm not doing em
he can get fucked
he gets paid bucks
and partly it's by us
the national health trust
so he better help us.

yeah i ain't no king
on the beat I'm rapping
i've got sheets stacking
folders full to the brim
of rhymes i ain't dim
i need cash
in a flash
I'm moving forward not back
yeah power to the max
yeah power to the raps
yeah power to the flats
I'm a young soldier
breaking through boulders
fighting olders
with my youngers
through all blunders
only 14 but it feels like I'm a hundred.

yeh ryming is endless
i'm never penless
got the incentive
to be creative
i ain't faking
about who i'm dating
i hardly get any gash to be mating
i'm still waiting
for the right time
to get the right gash
to drop the right line
i gotta drop the right music
gotta write grime
feds on a routine check
betta check my mind.

yeah it's a right then a left
it's a fight then a theft
it's a life then a death
Jesus Christ drop the guns.

yeh my head got bust
yeh trust
in cowley i was fucked
feds came everyone dust
me aswell cause i ain't getting cussed
by the feds and getting cuffed
i've had enough
i'm not bad enough
but i'm mad enough
and probably sad enough
to start a fight and get banged up
and be fucking chuffed
and say i wer'nt losing
his face to was bruising
and blood was oozing
but really I'm laughing at myself I'm to amusing
trying to sound nang when i got bang head was booming.

yeah all i want is the time
is that a crime
don't go on blind
don't carry on walking leaving me behind
that is not kind
at least not in my mind
you must think i'm a bin
with nothing put in
ignoring my face not even looking
this is the life of a boy running
away from the home he lives in.

chorus:yeah i can't believe
the way people treat
people on street
there not even acknowledging speech.x4

Yeh I’m like Tim Henman at tennis
I can’t do well when I finish
Writing lyrics
From my spirit
Even if I’m swag you’ll still hear it
Cause my mind I need to clear it
Whether I’m peaceful or livid
No matter how I’m living
Even on the street I weren’t quitting
Yeh I was sitting
In a park
Crying my eyes out in the dark
Writing my thoughts from my heart
Whether life was easy or hard
I still write a bar
To clear
all my tears
of distress and fear
so if I’m swag kiss my rear.

chorus:yeah i can't believe
the way people treat
people on street
there not even acknowledging speech.x4