Teddy Music, Kozzie, Merky Ace - Rage Radio Edit

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Rage
Rage
Rage
Rage, rage
To all you guys that don’t wanna do grime
What are you scared of?
Don’t wanna retweet my music
Cause you hate the fact of my awareness
But I’m back with a full load
Stick a dirty leg in like Paul Scholes
I’ve got a whole lot of swag in my wardrobe
I’m on the red carpet, lord knows
My Louboutin cost me a killing
It’s all down to the fact I’m winning
I can do a freestyle on a prewritten
Run up on your yard when I’m wearing my mittens
Slide for your jewellery, call that slipping
I do grime, I can do a bit of dub
Either way, I’ve gotta make my living
I don’t wanna spit like no MC
That ain’t no G, no fam or villain
On road, onstage, on mic, on pave
You won’t be saved (rage)
Don’t look in my face, I’ll blow up this place
And leave no trace (rage)
Catch up with ACE and Koz’s pace
On this wild bass (rage)
Real talk, I’ll aim, I’m so not sane
Most thoughts in my brain are
Shitting in a nitty’s house, standing up
I ain’t tryna make that seat touch my butt
But it’s peak out here, bricks gotta get cut
If it ain’t paper then it ain’t valid
We’re the best but Faze ain’t Khaled
Eff Tizzy come like a Lewisham ballad
Aim for your kuffer and split that rapid
When I’m filled with rage, I turn to a savage
Yeah
I was on the roadside, donny
Hostel life in the trap with Kozzie
Would’ve got a flick knife left in your body
Would’ve said good, would’ve never said sorry
Smoke amni, no, I don’t take molly
I’m ACE, same screwed up face
On my paper chase, filled with nuttin' but rage
On road, onstage, on mic, on pave
You won’t be saved (rage)
Don’t look in my face, I’ll blow up this place
And leave no trace (rage)
Catch up with ACE and Koz’s pace
On this wild bass (rage)
Real talk, I’ll aim, I’m so not sane
Most thoughts in my brain are
Shoutout Teddy, this one’s a zoners
Look at us now, we’ve got Daytonas
See the internet mods who don’t like me
Don’t lie, you all get boners
Release a video, get 100K views
Get more dislikes than likes? That’s old news
Dem guys wanna be in my shoes
Could never fit in my size six boots
Louis Vuitton
One more tune, I swear I’m gone
I’m just waiting for the right deal
Then all my real Gs, I will put on
I’m off, call me
Only veterans know who he is
Only real Gs know what I’m on
So you vs. me is overly long, safe
On road, onstage, on mic, on pave
You won’t be saved (rage)
Don’t look in my face, I’ll blow up this place
And leave no trace (rage)
Catch up with ACE and Koz’s pace
On this wild bass (rage)
Real talk, I’ll aim, I’m so not sane
Most thoughts in my brain are
Man ah smoke ammi in Blue, no shisha, home of the Gaza
Class A pebbler, classy farmer
See me with E, tings get darker
Wanna make P and be a farda
But I’m still climbing, looking for the answer
2013, it’s a business venture
Family Tree, make your tear surrender
Yo, stand firm
He looks like any yat with a perm
If you don’t hear then you will feel
If you don’t listen then you will learn
When your skin get burnt
Zoom off, put that in the gear, then turn
Won’t see me nowhere near any germ
Everyone stern
On road, onstage, on mic, on pave
You won’t be saved (rage)
Don’t look in my face, I’ll blow up this place
And leave no trace (rage)
Catch up with ACE and Koz’s pace
On this wild bass (rage)
Real talk, I’ll aim, I’m so not sane
Most thoughts in my brain are (rage)
On road, onstage, on mic, on pave
You won’t be saved (rage)
Don’t look in my face, I’ll blow up this place
And leave no trace (rage)
Catch up with ACE and Koz’s pace
On this wild bass (rage)
Real talk, I’ll aim, I’m so not sane
Most thoughts in my brain are (rage)