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Classic genre

I do any of 'em

Classic genre

I do any of 'em

Classic genre

I take any offer

You can keep your Grammy

And your motherf**kin' Oscar

Answers first questions later

Why so many questions hater

Spend your f**king day to day

Drinking f**king Hatorade

Waste away sat inside your room in isolation

Amount of s**t inside your mouth

Is verbal constipation

One sec I'll make the hit pop

Then house DJs think I'm s**t hot

I'll do both your wife the f**k not

Only care about the beat the sick drops

London town to Brisbane what

Swapped and matched four flip flops

Money in the grave like Rick Ross

Bet your girl dance to this on TikTok

Big boss man but the s**t hot tan

Man with a plan forget your lockdown

Back with a bang some s**t that got canned

But I'm stickin' it out on this al bam

Bam

I mean album

Was on powder not talcum

Ask Malcolm in the Middle

Everybody ever give you all that

You're gonna feel it with the rhythm

At the minute and I'm killin' 'em softly

Get outta my way in the littlest way

Melt the face off like Nicholas Cage

Bet they go cray inside the big grave

Eh uh uh eh uh uh eh

This game's a f**king circus

And who's on microphone right now

It's Mister Berserkus you heard us

Classic genre

I do any of 'em

Classic genre

I do any of 'em

Classic genre

I take any offer

You can keep your Grammy

And your motherf**kin' Oscar

Your throne is mine

Head hot with a gold chain that I bigger one

It's my motorbike

Ghost right on you poltergeist

Def not when I wrote for guys

Man's fake I told you guys

He needs milk I'm bonified

I don't care for your old stories

Your throwback to be thrown aside

When it's flows I'm over nice

Normal call like I'm over nice

Boasting 20 bags of show work

Down to you being overpriced

Different sound when I hold the mic

Different girls when I hold the pipe

You ain't mine I know your type

This offer 'ready know my wife

That's Bad B

I'm Gang G count my hand fees

These animals from east and P

Break foot and mouth I'm on mad beef

Ain't got time for these Boris Johnson's

Baffled when these man speak

They ain't MC's or athletes

Man runner get caught by hand speed

Forget the violence

Be silent

Lay back in the black

Top whip with the plate on private

Back to my yard where I'm livin' in private

IPhone gotta keep that on divert

2004 I was playin' with dutch like sayin'

I was Patrick Kluivert

Levels too high I can only ride with a pilot

Classic genre

I do any of 'em

Classic genre

I do any of 'em

Classic genre

I take any offer

You can keep your Grammy

And your motherf**kin' Oscar

Classic genre

I do any of 'em

Classic genre

I do any of 'em

Classic genre

I take any offer

You can keep your Grammy

And your motherf**kin' Oscar

Came in the game top boy from day one

So called top boys didn't wanna spray one

Bar on a back to back and I flow A 1

Now I'm the top boy mocking it Jay 1

Put a sock in it

With the flow when I'm dropping it topical

Top top top of the tree the top of the oracle

I'm diabolical straight to the molecule

In everyday life I'm nice on the mic I'm horrible

Cheeky sod with that big gob

Bionic on the mic Gangster Chronicles

Flip bare magic and I move like McGonagall

And we can have a laugh the bars aren't comical

D'n'B rap grime boom bap double time

Done 'em all

F**k that

Truly phenomenal

Hit 'em with the venomous medicine I'ma get 'em

With the elements I'm bringing in lyrical armageddon

I'm dead 'em and set the levels like 711 the way

I get 'em

When I serve up manor

It's too much

From the time when when I one two check 'em

Other MC's all like Give me a second

Nah my G let me spit my 32

Man's a Wretch and I'ma kick 'em like Tekken

When I wreck 'em they all reckon

Not neck and neck

Neck another bottle I reckon they're gonna recollect

Regularly rippin' the mics live when I wreck a set

Wacking 'em back and making a racket like Megadeath

Megatron on a song still stay mega blessed

Megaman so solid no I ain't ever left

Bun the Grammys and the Oscars

There's no sleep for the wickedest that's

Why I never rest

I do any of 'em

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