out on the road

i'm like a banging migraine but worse

black magic or voodoo curse

when i spit my verse

live my life in reverse

i was born last and i died first

and it still gets worse

get ready for the outburst

everything i do is so diverse

gonna need more than a doctor

gonna need more than a nurse

you're gonna need more than a miracle

gonna need help from forces that are way more than spiritual

not stereotypical

but you might get left critical

ever so pitiful

i'm horrible

dreadful

very despicable

but at the same time

my love for grime is unconditional

i've got the game in my hand like a pile of cash

i've got a unique style and flash

i only deal with a certain style of gash

you've got money but you still look like you belong in a pile of trash

i've got a violent past and i spit fire like a firearm with a silent blast

look

stop running your mouth with all that trap

'cause i was big in the game before that prat

anybody call my name

i'll call that back

i don't give a fuck about the fame

and i don't care about the name

take mcs out the game

anytime i touch the mic

things won't ever be the same

yo

blud! i'm a lyrical master blaster

mental

disaster

i'm like an rs 7 but a little bit faster

two blinks and i've already pased you

not into no pagan hollywood actor

fuck all the government leaders

fuck all the dead presidents

but that's another factor

mean

vicious

like velociraptor

blowing up like nuclear reactor

i'm big like one of them muscle adverts when they show you a picture of how you look before and after

show respect to your master

or you might end up in some cement and plaster

yuh

and it's the d.e.velopment

yeah

and this one is fucking emotional

i do say

shout-out to the westy on this one

yeah

out to all my people

it's the wunsen ep

yeah

get to know this