Mikill Pane - Track One

Текст песни

Yo, yo, yo-yo, yo
They say «who's that guy?»
Yo, yo, yo-yo, yo
«Oh, that geezer must be»
Yo, yo, yo-yo, yo
They say «who's that guy?»
Yo, yo, yo-yo, yo
«Oh, that geezer must be»
Listen, I can’t clear this, doesn’t mean you can’t hear this
This is the release of the year, kids
Keep friends nearest, them other guys fear this
Word is or I’ll pierce it
No Brosnan, I did it, no problem
My manor’s on the map, if you didn’t know Hoxton
You won’t even have to do the boring homework, nigga
I’ve got it covered like insurance brokers
I stuffed Shoreditch full of dark, raw shit
No jokes in the booth like a passport pic
Niggas asked for this, this is hardcore, bitch
Get to stepping if you wanna hear dancefloor hits
I’m one of those flagrant speakers, a blatant demon
You’d think I came from Satan’s semen
Dropped a few weapons so maybe you’ve seen 'em
But I’ve saved an arsenal like David Seaman
Yo, yo, yo-yo, yo
They say «who's that guy?»
Yo, yo, yo-yo, yo
«Oh, that geezer must be»
Yo, yo, yo-yo, yo
They say «who's that guy?»
Yo, yo, yo-yo, yo
«Oh, that geezer must be»
(Skeptik, you filthy bastard)
They want more, it ain’t enough
Yo, yo-yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
They want more, it ain’t enough
Yo, yo-yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
They want more, it ain’t enough
Yo, yo-yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
They want more, it ain’t enough
Yo, yo-yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
Listen, yo, this verse is sort of reminiscent
Of what happens whenever wrecking balls are sent on missions
Put wack MCs into rubble, till all of them are missing
If I record a demo, it’s short for demolitions
Smoke the pengest spliffs when I rhyme, but your eyes get the picture
I’m the definition of high and high-definition
Then I’ve got these MCs that’ll never reach my pixels
Trying to make me bred 'em like a recipe for schnitzels
I’m fucking ride-or-die, you’re a Disneyland attraction
I’m shitting on your lyrics with my Instagram captions
I’m coming for the money like my sex got pricey
And once I’m through the door, the fucker’s getting locked behind me
Then I’ll hide the keys like I’m trying to sneak a laptop in
This is just a cheese like I don’t mind if pizzas lack toppings
I’ll scream «fuck the world» and dig a hole for myself
Till it’s deep enough for me to stick my medium black cock in
They want more, it ain’t enough
Yo, yo-yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
They want more, it ain’t enough
Yo, yo-yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
They want more, it ain’t enough
Yo, yo-yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
They want more, it ain’t enough
Yo, yo-yo, yo, yo, yo, yo