Home Again

[Verse 1 - Chester P]
I'm sick to death o' this
I'm sick to death o' running around
I'm sick o' selling weed
I'm sick o' living in London Town
I'm sick to death of rap
I'm thinking about putting it down
I'm sick of sitting about
Thinking about making a pound
Taking a pound to make it two
Is starting to weigh me down
But I'll be sticking around
Cursing with my dick in the ground
I'm sick of these rapper kids
Screaming about bringing me down
I'm king of the ring
I'm keeping the belt and who can stop me now?
I'm doing the things I've always done
Stood on rocky ground
I'm sick of the copycats
Doing a show for cocky clowns
Stood there running their mouth
Wondering why I'm knocking them out
But by the sun in the sky
The teeth in your mouth I'm knocking 'em out
I'm cutting the keys
So ain't no chance that you'll be locking me out
I'm sitting on clouds, spitting on Krauts
And out there rocking crowds
I'm sick of the fakes
I'm living the life that thеy're talking about
They're walking around
Without a cluе what they're talking about

[Hook]
Whatever you wanna do, whatever you wanna say
Whatever the rules you make, however you wanna play
We're taking the belt away, whatever you wanna say
We're taking it home again, we're taking it home again

Whatever you wanna do, whatever you wanna say
Whatever the rules you make, however you wanna play
We're taking the belt away, whatever you wanna say
We're taking it home again, we're taking it home again

[Verse 2 - Farma G]
I'm feeling the dirt just like I'm Ramsay
I'm quick on the draw like 'semite Sam
And nobody does it as nice as how the Farma can
Who's making the beats that got producers shhh
Snatching your mic and spitting the rhymes
And bunnin' the flag you're flying for this Great Britain
Who's keeping it London blud
I'm 'Bury villain 'til I die
The clash of the titans MFTC we N5
We keeping it street though
And nevertheless we get flows we make dough
We slapping you mans you got told, we stay pro
I'm telling you fakes that we will stay true
While suckers they do tunes that go pop
Like they just ripped off the Neptunes
I'm serving you pussies with a hard time
And leaving you with the sublime
Using my mind I figured it's mine to say whatever
Some call me abstract, I'm snatching your hat
Your rucksack and club track, no play act
We matter of fact and way back
We stop foes who figured I'm posing hard in their shell toes
You rejects, no matter the day or night, we're killin' defects
It's Farma the wise guy, you paying the price with this rhyme
I stay grime, I'm one of a kind, don't step outta fucking line
Remember the name I'm lyrical killer Farma chin chilla
The chiggedy T.A.S.K the Force are still winners

[Hook]
Whatever you wanna do, whatever you wanna say
Whatever the rules you make, however you wanna play
We're taking the belt away, whatever you wanna say
We're taking it home again, we're taking it home again

Whatever you wanna do, whatever you wanna say
Whatever the rules you make, however you wanna play
We're taking the belt away, whatever you wanna say
We're taking it home again, we're taking it home again

Whatever you wanna do, whatever you wanna say
Whatever the rules you make, however you wanna play
We're taking the belt away, whatever you wanna say
We're taking it home again, we're taking it home again