Lyrics:

Mother talks to you like nothing is better
Than you going out on a Tuesday
Well, I'm not sure what to do
But man, I swear man I slay from far away

And why is it that always on the weekend
No one ever about to shout
Oh, people working too hard or drinking too hard
The mattor of the fact, I'm never quite sure

And blaze it down and pull yourselves up
And pull yourself right the hook
Shook men crooks never go nowhere with me
'Cause I'm all on my own, no pity

Spit like guilty mens in the sermon
Grooving around this place like you never did learn them
I shake myself down, I rattle myself out
And put myself on the line to dry

And why is it New Year's Eve is always shit
Don't you know what I mean man, deal with it
It's always just the way we rolling
Your girl's like fucked off a Smirnoff Ice

I think once, twice or thrice never makes no difference to me
A skinny little white runt with the head lice
Never been better than money
Never been heartedly starting this city

I've always been around this town
Since the first day I was born
And I've been losing frequencies and losing sound
And losing everything and I squander it all and

I been up, I been around
I been in the dancehall since the first day in town
And I still been beating, cheating
Falling to the floor when kids are kicking

I've been bleeding, I've been losing
Well are you man born for the choosing
And if you ain't better
Then listen to the test as I start and impress ya

And if you ain't losing
Then you ain't grooving
I'll still be down here on a low-key
Send your girl over and she'll blatantly chat to me

I been over, I been over
You've been down and you've been down
And now I've been off but I'm moving
All around the town, all around and around

I've been moving, been losing
Been all around choosing
And now I'm back for the challenge
Who wants a challenge? Well, I want it more

Now I'm on my train
Life in the fast lane never gave me no gain
And the man says wakey, wakey
It's morning time on the northern line

I'm all out bowling straight up to Camden
All the way from your Farringdon
I wanna make sure, I been tired
I'm now realise that inciting a riot

To one stones throw and too much dough
And all my mans been sniffing on too much blow
And I'mma thinking, oh why never
I sever it up before I think about forever and

I chat it back to the people I used to know
Kick it back 'cause I'm rolling it solo
And why not? What's to the beef?
And no one really knows me so no one is a chief, uh

I chat it back like you never been a thief
I'm a thriller, licence to ill double 7
Upper killer, killer, killer
Wait a killer never know me, huh

It's all the chat back, but too much of that never rack
I kick it back like a bitch slap right to myself
In the mirror, I kick it back thinner
Maybe my shirt don't fit no more

A hardcore man think he can fight up the law
A shackle to the tenance
And now it never work no more
On a flow dedication to wario

And now its me back to the further
Now it comes back looser than ever
Some kids they think them get better
They think their trendsetters but they never pacemakers

What am I? What am I? What am I in my own dear eyes?
What am I? What am I? What am I in my own dear eyes?
What am I? What am I? What am I in my own dear eyes?
I say it so much. What am I? What am I? What am I? What am I?
Makes no sense no more

Woah, woah, woah
Uh oh, woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah
What am I? Woah, woah
Da da da, woah, woah, woah
What am I? Woah, woah, woah

Uh, uh, uh, uh, it's like a march in here
Uh, uh, uh, from the left to the right uh, stomp there feet
Uh, uh, uh, uh, it's like a march in here
Uh, uh, uh, uh, people stomp your feet
Uh, uh, it's like a march in here
Uh, people stomp them feet
It's like a march in here
Uh, people stomp them feet

Some kids, they're chilling on corners
Out of order, I think them all be better tie your laces
Rat races, hit the pages
Write your own books and write your own spell checker

I'm on a better man, chillin' in my own room
Assume to accumulate to shake to sedate
I drink it down much quicker
A glug glug glug on my liquor and I feel much better

Talk to me about violence
Never no me I'll sit further in silence
When I drink it down, I drink it up
It fills my body and I feel fresher

Tick up the tester regulator
I'm a two man shooting, looting now I'm presumin'
That everyone be knowing me
Dedication my name to JT

Roll it down, roll it down
Who wants to hit yourselves up
Who's got the uppers
Get them in then I'm done, huh

Click ya fingers
Can you smell that it lingers?
She's a fat bitch but I still give her one

I'm a cheeky son
Where you from? Ya from the old London
Hit it, ah da da
See ya later
Ciao bella