Chill with Ben Taylor, no drillbit
Lil Kim, put your lighters up, still lit
I ain't on that rap to pay the bill shit
'Cause I wrote the best raps of my life and I'm still skint
Oh Lord, swear down, I was so bored
You inside, I don't know what you want smoke for
In the shop, please can I get a coke or
Some honey for my throat? I don't wanna hurt my voc' chords
Every rapper who had big things coming soon
Stuck behind me while I zoom, believe me it's nothing new
I told everybody I'm done, really thought I'd brought those days to end
Then came back to dominate every fucking stage again
I'm in Tottenham, eating pie, peas and mash
You came to Cottingham, you came to see me and Flash
I know Jacob only came to see me, then dashed
I'm giving you a free verse, author of the leaves of grass
Stole the show, don't even bring the headliners in
Pulling up with something sexy and Somalian
Huh, it feels good to see Guymer win
It comes as no surprise, too used to this kinda thing
Ingredients in the pot, the mastermind behind the recipe
Something 'bout these Drake beats just seems to bring the best in me
Notepad and pen, the most effective piece of weaponry
Uni? Never tested me, butcher beats, that's the chef in me
Not here to chat shit, you're in the wrong kitchen
Doing that on beats, success in my one mission
Since COVID hit, nothing but consistent
Came from Hull to London, killing it long distance
So you better call me the sniper
You see all the legends I perform with in the cyphers?
Big Daddy Kane, KRS-One, Das EFX
And if I get my own way, I swear down, Nas is next
First I gotta pay off all my loans
I was in Essex House putting work in on the phones
And in my one-to-one, Gandhi told me mate, I'm so efficient
Top of the leaderboard, run it up, more commission
Tryna get the bag, Mum wanted a Harrods one
Heading up the nation like Minister Farrakhan
I'm the man, but I'm not arsed, venerable vagabond
It's fire in the shop, you know they've always got bangers on
So you don't have to call the brigade
Couple bottles of wine and I'm off home shit-faced
It's all by design, none of this was by mistake
You only come in for milk and leave with a mixtape
Something in the water, I aren't talking about a houseboat
I wrote this watching Simpsons in a gaff on Southcoates
Huh, you already know what I'm about though
Way above average, give a fuck about the Dow Jones
Used to pen shit, be doubting and stressing
Nowadays what I attempt and put out is perfection, ooh
So I'm just counting my blessings
'Cause I passed my Maths grade after mountains of lessons and I know

0 to 100 equals 22, I kill shit
Real quick, taking piss, you know I'm still shit
0 to 100 equals 22, I kill shit
Real quick, real fucking quick mate
0 to 100 equals 22, I kill shit
Real quick, taking piss, you know I'm still shit
0 to 100 equals 22, I kill shit
Real quick, real fucking quick mate