I'm a Bunsen burner, I keep it burning where the light, then
The money I'm earning, got their heads turnin' yeah, mon
If you see me smoking, know that it's got some herb in
And if you see me on the mic, know that it's gonna get a murkin' ya
I got natural energy, be my friend or my enemy what
I can hear voices talking, but I can't hear what their tellin' me
I unleash when I've got a pen on me, just to get a bigger picture
These days when I'm writing, it's like I'm writing a scripture blud klaat, who
That perfect mixture, this style can't fit ya
You can call me Mister, Mister Mister D Double It's mwee, mwee
Don't want no more pain or trouble
Can't be stuck in this little bubble what
Built this up from rubble who
Mister Mister D Double
Buda bup bup
That lyrical hypnotist in the midst
Are you on the same level as this
Guess not, you need to practice
I work the hardest to be the largest artist
Lyrical hypnotist in the midst
Are you on the same level as this
Guess not, you need to practice oh my God
I work the hardest to be the largest artist
Lyrical hypnotist in the midst
Are you on the same level as this
Guess not, you need to practice
You wanna stop this You can't flop this
Cream of the crop this
I'm on the top of the list, step to this
Get dismissed 'cause I'm a true d*mn lyricist
This is the end of this
Back in the day
Super Nintendo, that's how my day would start what
Draw for the Mario Kart what
Wait for the race to start
Always lost but I had bear heart
In the corner givin' me drama alright
Quickly dash the banana blud
Send a man into the corner
I used to sit down, watch MTV
Hope yeah one day that'll be me
Young MC building a CV
Don't wanna be you, wanna be me no
I had to wait my turn, in this time no money got earned
In this time pure bridges got burned
Which way should I go, which way should I turn
If you don't listen you won't learn
That's what mumsy told me
Never let anyone rule or own me
Who's your real friend who's your homie
Them man are fake yeah them man are phoney
When I was down them man never phoned me
It's not a ting, I breeze past them man like wind
Budu bup bup
Lyrical hypnotist in the midst
Are you on the same level as this
Guess not, you need to practice
F**k this ting
You wanna stop this You can't flop this
Cream of the crop this
I'm on the top of the list, step to this
Get dismissed 'cause I'm a true damn lyricist
Yeah
This is the end of this
'Cause I do the do
You know me 'cause I do the ting-a-ling
I been survivin' at the top since ding-a-ling, ding-a-ling
School bell-a ring-a-ling, it's got a ting-a-ling yes
If he wants to jump in the ring I'm swingin' him, I've gone too far
How could man every think it's apart, I've made my mark
Who were out in there in that dark
Gotta be brave, gotta be smart
Gotta be smart, gotta be brave
I never saw you in a house rave
Dem time dere you were locked in a cage
I was roamin' the streets of rage
Just another chapter, just another page
Headed for the bigger payment, bigger wage
Ego came in time like age
Can't survive on minimum wage nah
That's why I rap 'til I fill up the page
I get money in all different ways
Can't just sit in my yard and gaze
That's lonh, gotta make money and I gotta make wong Yes
If you know me then you know what I'm on Yes
Sat in the saddle, I keep riding on yes
Buda bup bup
That lyrical hypnotist in the midst
Are you on the same level as this
Guess not, you need to practice
I work the hardest to be the largest artist
Lyrical hypnotist in the midst
Are you on the same level as this
Guess not, you need to practice
I work the hardest to be the largest artist
Lyrical hypnotist in the midst
Are you on the same level as this
Guess not, you need to practice
You wanna stop this
You can't flop this. Cream of the crop this
I'm on the top of the list, step to this
This is the end of this
