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Van Gogh the beat, Banksy the street No spoilt bitch but the 16′s are sweet Paint pro's a picture, Rolls gold the wrist up One go and it's the, joint raps elite Ian Wright inspired, Illmatic and I am Bob Marley the fire, Iron, Lion and Zion Two uncles?, mind that, Gregory Isaac Blap, blap, rewind that; Blood My In Is Music, I see pride, I see poor Bad ass motherfucker, call me Jack Bauer Push boundaries, fuck you pussies White sugar coated like Rowntree's Steve Job's of rhyming, stay thinking forward Nigga stop trying to A&R when you're around me Don't take civilian advice, 'cause I do me You do you like you're watching blue movies I does this, this is routine Like 5, 6, 7, 8, told them, suicide, nigga detonate Grime, need some new laws, I'm trying to legislate Find me some new doors, I'm trying to break 'em in And fly to a new height, kite in the blue sky It all started as a dream, I wanted to be Pay as you G Question: Now who's the best? Willy, you and G Profession, when someones really paying you G's And I've been getting money since Versace blue jeans The road ain't my ting cuzzie but big up you G's SongtextePlural, funeral for snitches all G Can't pimp K 'cause a nigga UG Break a nigga face like D-U-G Mr. Blue Sky while I'm praying for the rain Complacent when I'm happy so I'm praying for some pain Porsche Cayman, ride shotgun, let me take you down memory lane Started 'Home Sweet Home' nothing heavy on the brain Beats and Bars reinforced a niggas reign London Town's where I fell out with the fame Industry politics, I thought we could abolish this 'Cause honestly the game was trying to break me like I'm promises Anti-record label til they employ basic common sense Grime Street I want my independence and I run with it Rain on the niggas 'til they find out where the brolly is Method to the Madness, my money where my mouth is Put 60 bags of my own fucking cash in I'm a fucking real artist, they're acting Plus I'm on my agent shit bitch I'm acting Tour the whole Atlas with Gorillaz and The Clash Me, Willy, Diz and Bizzle put these spittas on the map Passport full up 'cause the Visa's and the stamps in Not a fucking Nando's stamp bitch, traveling Yeah the boy done good from East Ham That little engine that could is now the track king My antics ain't for the A-list, I'm Alien Dropped E.T. and it's a Mad Ting I tell 'em we might breathe the same air And we bathe in the same sun And even drink the same water But you can see I'm in a league of my own See I'm in a league of my own See I'm in a league of my own yeah League of my own yeah Got a suit now this how I'm living Took it from the street now my niggas in the business Puppet on a string, no nigga, I'm the realest No really I'm the realest So leave me alone, leave me alone yeah Leave me alone yeah Heart and soul in this shit Time and dough on this shit This game is my life So I'm just having fun with this bitch Aus Songtexte Mania