Sometimes I've gotta pinch myself to remind me that it's real Purple drapes in my house, oh mate I could squeal Acquiring a train ticket just to get a feel Buy an offpeak return, end up with a record deal, yo The food I cook is gorgeous, only spit the rawness Serve the eviction to that fanatic fortress It's flawless, enormous I'm staring through the window with my face all gormless Can you refund my life? I can't afford it You're listening now but I bet you haven't bought it Peace to those who share and support it You're the real ones who deserve to be applauded I woke up with ambition in my heart Loaded up the cartridge but the mission wouldn't start You can't hold my pen, create a different kind of art So there ain't no question if it's written by Marx Onwards and upwards Stay tuned as I strong arm the function It's going down from East Hull to London, I aren't fronting I style all the time, the belt with the onion Onwards and upwards Stay tuned as I strong arm the function It's going down from East Hull to London, why you fronting? I style all the time, the belt with the onion Ayo beats is melodic, weed is the chronic She offered me the world but me didn't want it I was forced to earn stripes with this, I made a promise I serve as the gin, Ferny Mac is the tonic Earned my position from learning the rhythm Signed up but never read the terms and conditions, I Rap a lot but I work in a kitchen, like Chef Marx, I be serving your chicken Take your order at the border in a minute It won't make sense 'cause I exceeded my limit The preparation is exquisite Proceed to escape these minus digits I don't know anyone as ill as me Release my inner G like an offering from Killah Priest You know it's me coming through the auxiliary The Gemini God finalising the trilogy Onwards and upwards Stay tuned as I strong arm the function It's going down from East Hull to London, I aren't fronting I style all the time, the belt with the onion Onwards and upwards Stay tuned as I strong arm the function It's going down from East Hull to London, why you fronting? I style all the time, the belt with the onion

Ten past three, I'm late for the train Spent the whole night wasted again Spent so much, I been making it rain While I'm out on the road every day is the same Let me make one thing clear: touring is boring The time I spend on stage, I want nowt more than See for me it's when I get to the morning I can't stop yawning while the day is dawning And that's if I even have a place to stay Pay to bay, let Mum know I'm safe today Instead of resentment thinking that "I hate this place" But I can't turn 'em down, can't take a break Every single journey just blurs into one Before it's my time to shine and I burst into song My life lacked purpose I was searching for one Became a deadly disciple offered service to God How long you gone for? Oh a week or more Know anyone in this city? Can I crash on their floor? Will you buy a CD so I can get summat to eat? Fifteen to a room mate I wanted some peace I've been everywhere but seen nothing of the nation All I know of your city is the venue and train station The route between the two, this int a vacation Live life to the fullest with no preparation I used to brag I was a rapper at five Name a place, I been there, you probably seen me live You gotta sass it turkey, quit giving me the jive Five hours till I arrive live at tonight's dive There's no denying my devotion If I had to I'd walk across the ocean Ayo what's the commotion? The show's dead mate, what happened to the promotion? Any pay? Nah but exposure is great Busy crowd yesterday, I was hoping they'd stay I can't pay you this time but I'll have you back for sure Should have a good crowd, encore, they'll ask for more See these vultures give you the world in a promise But speaking from experience they're the furthest from honest Listen, I'd happily get paid in bong hits If I aren't making profit then I may as well get off it Cut through the tension with the sharpest of teeth And display my technique on these Parknsun beats I don't wanna hear a word from you, hardly a peep I think I'm a rockstar, just a star in the street Got overheads, overdrafts, no guarantees While I'm standing there thinking how can you challenge these Immaculate track record as an emcee But when it comes to getting paid, can't get 10p I can't lie, sometimes I get inspired from it But as it stands mate, I'm fucking tired of it It was fun at first, but now I'm feeling hopeless Non-stop for years and no one cared or noticed Self-sabotaging my attempts to gain a fanbase Soon as I come off stage, get outta my damn face Trip over the finish line of the man's race I need from you the same kinda passion as Stan gave You know when airlines give you frequent flyer miles? Trainline need to do that for me, Martin Guymer style 'Cause fronting like you're living the dream gets quite expensive And these promoters never cover my expenses Truth be told, if this rap shit sold I probably be financially sound at 21 years old But I don't, I'll never drop a tape that goes Gold Check the hand that I rolled, damn, guess I'll fold It's irrelevant whether the budget is available Fuck off round the country just so I can get away from you Play ten shows just to try and shift a tape or two Wish I could sell these bars on pay-per-view Is this the life I drafted up for myself? I'm excelling very well, collecting dust on the shelf Must be the smell, why you touchy as Hell? Dropped three tapes this year, but how much did ya sell? I'll be honest with you mate, fuck all Went on tour for World Cup, and I missed the football Took it on the chin and I always stood tall Poured myself a pint of Fosters, good call It's essential that I stay upon this work flow Just to take the piss and see how far my words go 'Cause this is fun, the ego fits like a glove So when you see me, salute me baby, it's all love

Ayo I came out swinging like Babe Ruth to face truth The bass boost from NJ to Beirut Hemingway with the pen it's a suicide Who am I? Just a poet in the booth denied Turned into a super guy, I'm just here to unify Disappear inside the lab, appear with a few of my Friends, it depends what I mean when I say it The mic is my BF despite all the BS Write when I'm depressed, ignite like dynamite I offer you rhymes, a portion of mine Nah never do that, there's rules when you do rap You better move back, no crew, yeah you knew that Solo is dolo, no don't rep a city I go from New York then a Peter Pan to Philly Feel me like you understand right where me from Loving life 'til my little man under the sun, word It’s the UK to US of A Coming strong with no ego’s or prices to pay Say things that just spring to mind so open your life up and there you might find Three insightful lyricists willing to lead the blind Ayo I eat rappers up at the bottom of the food chain Always been different, but I never wore two chains Crawl on all fours in the search for that loose change When I make my journey home, I reach by two trains Doesn't even matter if the situation's right I just need a pen in sight when the inspiration strikes Proceed to flip and take the mic but that might instigate a fight Done a few things mate, I know what adoration's like See? It's like I stepped through a time warp Back to a time where the rhyme states that I saw No one move an eyeball any time I might talk Still chat shit, Bart Simpson with the white chalk Sat in silence screwfacing at the bar One Desperado's please, oh thanks, you're a star This fool keeps telling me I'll never go far I said "hold on a minute mate, look at where you are" It’s the UK to US of A Coming strong with no ego’s or prices to pay Say things that just spring to mind so open your life up and there you might find Three insightful lyricists willing to lead the blind Mahdhacka comin correct outta Bristol Straight direct shooting a few bars, ballistic missiles No issues, 100% pure rawness, making people wipe up what they spit with some already used shit tissues Ain’t got anything positive to say to me, then that mouth is only there to be misused Be on this game strict and talk mad crazy ghoulish like that rotting corpse off tales from the krypt Rubbing others up the wrong way like a finger to a clit It’s about time we all lickadee split, and that’s it About time we all lickadee split, and that’s it It’s the UK to the US of A Comin’ across that pond with mad things to say

This that roll up a biff and blaze it in the Sun type track Mushtifa cooked the beat up and I know he wants his old mic back This that roll up a biff and blaze it in the Sun type track And blast the speakers past eleven mate, I know that you're gonna like that You wanna know the irony about this whole night? I usually do my takes with Mushtifa's Rode mic A shield to protect, plug into the Focusrite Stagg stand keeps it held up so you know it's right The white Dolemite, I bang like dynamite Hey that's him over there, that's Martin Guymer right? I'm probably seen as the butt of the joke I'ma mind my business, roll another to smoke 'Cause this that roll up a biff and blaze it in the Sun type track I'm not the type to snap but if you bark I'm gonna bite back I arrive on my twokker, D-lock it up to the bike rack Got no weed so I'm putting my goods on buy back 'Cause this that roll up a biff and blaze it in the Sun type track Mushtifa cooked the beat up and I know he wants his old mic back This that roll up a biff and blaze it in the Sun type track And blast the speakers past eleven mate, I know that you're gonna like that It's completed in a matter of seconds I came up on hearing Marshall Mathers rip records Got gifted with the gab and to me that's a blessing The execution is perfect and the chatter's impressive My third classic of the year, rappers don't stand a chance Please do me the honour of holding your hand to dance Listen, I've fancied you since a schoolboy boo But she gives me the blank face like Schoolboy Q This that roll up a biff and blaze it in the Sun type track Mushtifa cooked the beat up and I know he wants his old mic back This that roll up a biff and blaze it in the Sun type track And blast the speakers past eleven mate, I know that you're gonna like that

The smooth trooper, orange eye, juice loosener Who moves to the gutter beat, fruit looper Juice Crew more Slipknot than Britpop Nine-man, Wu-Tang, strongest in hip-hop Paint a picture as my eternal sound updates Fuck fakes, grab the mic off you and bust eight Bars aimed straight into the stratosphere That live show you're selling is dead, you should be glad I'm here Return to the story to its original glory Became mentally, spiritually and physically boring Instead of asking how many points isn't he scoring Why don't we focus on the accolades that's given me warrior Attributes in spades, consistently misbehaved I was floating through it while you just missed the wave Hi my name is Mr. Save a Spliff for Dave He's coming back from work and ant had a hit for days Shit for brains with persistent shame Must have loaded up a different game with a pre-existing save My fifty plays irrelevant to the big display Sorry I don't know what came over me, it's just today Slap your camera out your hand kid, what? If you think I'm paying to get it replaced, get fucked You aren't snapping my pic just to gain a quick buck Now get your sen off and get your Canon fixed up Still need to stay sharp when you're having fun with it Still see me playing darts and I don't need to mumble it Approaching projects can be quite humbling But I switch to another concept after a month of it Beats is beautiful and the graphics is great Switched on my computer to create a classic today Dropboxed to Kev la Kat who mixed and mastered the tape Sent the email at seven and then I'm grafting at eight Not in my record collection to my recollection I can pinpoint the exact moment I achieved perfection It was 12:04, 6th June, 1997 Physical born and came forth to meet my brethren It's Mister Guymer, as seen on Prick Adviser If my name ain't on it, you better fix the flyer Get on with your life, stay away, make the distance higher I won't give in, provide attention that this bitch desires Marx how you shine so bright on these beats? You never seem to stop I bet you get no sleep You're right, to add to that I don't eat Get a year's work done in an average, slow week The spirit of an underdog, runt of the litter While dudes sit at their keyboards, acting all bitter Mama didn't raise no quitter And she didn't raise a bitch who cries about it on Twitter I'm blowing raspberries if you think you're mad scary Forever legendary, outwit any adversary On the contrary, I don't relate to the commentary You would tell me about issues with my pituitary? Rome wasn't built in a day, you're mad impatient Take it back to the days where we would rap in basements And if you're using rap as a fashion statement I'm coming after you, the hip-hop Patrick Bateman

I said it must be that I kick up a fuss From now til the day that I'm kicking up dust Rest in peace to all the legends, show respect is a must And we gon' put that work in from the dawn til the dusk I said it must be that I kick up a fuss From now til the day that I'm kicking up dust Rest in peace to all the legends, show respect is a must And we gon' put that work in from the dawn til the dusk I serve as the centrepiece of the centrefold My fortune cookie read if you love her let her go I did a while ago, and I'm just here to let 'em know That I hit a rough patch but now I'm feeling better though Normal service is resumed, I'm God bitch Grooves infect, no coincidence you caught this Despise my songs as soon they're recorded But the ego feeds on the thrill of applauses I've been busy reminiscing with Messiah Stanley Ipkiss with the Mask on, freeing all desire I'll provide exactly what you require Make sure you meet my fee when enquiring to hire I don't do the club rap, screaming out fuck that Natural born spitters, spazzing on nuff tracks Never pop bottles, matter fact, I'm minesweeping All eyes on your drink when you see that I'm creeping I said it must be that I kick up a fuss From now til the day that I'm kicking up dust Rest in peace to all the legends, show respect is a must And we gon' put that work in from the dawn til the dusk I said it must be that I kick up a fuss From now til the day that I'm kicking up dust Rest in peace to all the legends, show respect is a must And we gon' put that work in from the dawn til the dusk 24/7 you can find me in the lab Man are never ready for the power in this pad All these trolling motherfuckers always tryna make me mad But I never take the bait, so they never get the catch All my words they carry weight, I been breaking off the latch Start to get the feeling that I might become detached Hear the paranoia up on every fucking track Marathon, it's not a sprint, I'm about to fucking lap I see the man are lagging in the back Living off the shit that they're doing in the past Never be a legend 'cause you never took a chance You're just jumping on a trend, every challenge, every dance Proud to rep my city, it's invasion of the Mancs Battered down the hatchets 'cause we're coming with the tanks See you sending shots, only firing the blanks I can sense dissention in the ranks I said it must be that I kick up a fuss From now til the day that I'm kicking up dust Rest in peace to all the legends, show respect is a must And we gon' put that work in from the dawn til the dusk I said it must be that I kick up a fuss From now til the day that I'm kicking up dust Rest in peace to all the legends, show respect is a must And we gon' put that work in from the dawn til the dusk Walk a thin line between cocky and confident From I can't rap to no disputing my dominance I make plans with no regard for the consequence Question my relevance? That goes against common sense I view myself as the white Air Jordan Others disagree, but their input's not important Cocky prick, from the H.U. double hockey sticks I'm old school, probably copy this straight to floppy disk Who's the name that you see on all the posters? I'm sick of hearing "hey I do it for the culture" My lyrics printed on scriptures and sculptures Gunning beats down like the rap Whitey Bulger Travel cross town for the trambopaline Couple voices piping up but nobody stopping me To love yourself, the ultimate power Instant revival at the drop of every hour I said it must be that I kick up a fuss From now til the day that I'm kicking up dust Rest in peace to all the legends, show respect is a must And we gon' put that work in from the dawn til the dusk I said it must be that I kick up a fuss From now til the day that I'm kicking up dust Rest in peace to all the legends, show respect is a must And we gon' put that work in from the dawn til the dusk

Ayo my feet like size eleven If you book me, make sure there's cash and a rider present Christmas coming, hide your presents I rock shows with legends, why? 'Cause I'm a legend Yeah I'm cocky with it, I got a right to be You bodying me? Nah that's highly unlikely Ayo sound man, turn up the fucking mic for me Y'all don't want war, you just look at me spitefully They see me shining, I don't wear shine though The strength of a rhino without wearing rhinestones The type of rhyme flow to leave your fucking mindblown Need a pen and paper, don't write rhymes on my phone Too scared to book me as support act Marx? Yo he'll blow me off stage, I know you thought that Here to bring an end to all of your dead rhyming And show y'all motherfuckers why I should be headlining Martin Guymer, pretentious rhymer The never on timer, the Cypress Hill climber Drink the Frosty Jack's cider since I was a minor Disappear without a trace like Jerry Bruckheimer I'm not dissing you here, what I meant is Go missing for two years like Ali DiLaurentis I hope you don't take this too offensive Didn't hear your name once, nah you didn't get mentioned Maybe I should let you catch up Take five years off and see how we stack up Assassinate my character, you're having bad luck Oh they're talking 'bout me? I could give a mad fuck Teacher said what you wanna be when you're older I can tell you the exact words I told her I never subscribed to the brainless chatter I said, Miss when I grow up I'ma be a famous rapper

If I had just one wish Receive real recognition for what I've accomplished If I could take one trip I'd climb Everest with someone I could light bongs with If I birthed just one kid I'd create a genius, someone I can write songs with Trust me there is none like Me in this world and we only get one life I strive for the sunny days Spending it fully blazed, this can't be no gully phase They're calling me scummy mate I tour the UK and don't care what the money pays Been blessed with a funny brain My pen game is deadly like assault with a bloody blade Irrelevant what your dunny says Honey dip to the set, we'll eat food that's honey glazed If I had just one mic That's the way it is call me Walter Cronkite If I wrote just one song I'd school everyone and show 'em where they've all gone wrong If I spit just one bar Go toe-to-toe with legends, best believe it be on par If I was the world's only emcee I'd still be playing shows with venues empty So where does the fun stop? Don't walk with a gun cocked, but my attitude's punk rock You make bubblegum pop Rock wilder than y'all like M-E-F and the Funk Doc Dressed in all black and some dumb socks Steal the show every time God, even your Mum watch And I can make nuns hot I'm the Human Torch, you're applying that sunblock If I had just one wish Receive real recognition for what I've accomplished If I could take one trip I'd climb Everest with someone I could light bongs with If I birthed just one kid I'd create a genius, someone I can write songs with Trust me there is none like Me in this world and we only get one life If I play just one show I spread like a virus known to every John Doe Equipped with more than just one flow I'm tryna make long dough, holiday in the Congo Candygram here for Mongo I took the wrong road, been creaming them bongs slow You been seeing me on road Can't access my world you're inserting the wrong code If I had just one mic That's the way it is call me Walter Cronkite If I wrote just one song I'd school everyone and show 'em where they've all gone wrong If I spit just one bar Go toe-to-toe with legends, best believe it be on par If I was the world's only emcee I'd still be playing shows with venues empty