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