I Got Game

(Hook x2)

Fuck Street Fighter I got game
With skills to burn a rapper up in white hot flames
Increase the heat until you start to perspire
Breath in let the beat drop its nothing but, "FIRE"

(Verse 1)

I bring heat like an arsonist
To concepts, punchlines or bars of retardedness
My whole attitude’s FUCK YOU
So if you don’t know my problem you’re probably part of it
Suave ass narcissist I’m the top boy
Self-taught you can’t learn this art from a starter kit
Tell me who reps hard as this
NO ONE I’m fatter than a wideboy marker tip
And that ain’t the half of it
EOW world champ is summat you can’t argue with
Heavyweights can't spar with Stig
‘Cos I will end your career with E’s like Brian Harvey did
Spark the piff let it circulate my system
Spaz out like the riots in Brixton
Big up all the real heads from London to Brisbane
The rest of you fuckers can ride my diction

(Hook x2)

(Verse 2)

Its that sick flow schizto, pissed living in disco's
Live wire bringing hell fire & brimstone
I rip shows, from the suburbs to skid row
On much bigger beats than you've gotten from your big bro
Me & the mic connect like fists to wrist bones
And cause more "Organized Konfusion" than Prince Po
Think you're bigger than this?? Let me chin stroke
Hmmmmmm?... I DON'T THINK SO
It’s all gravy, mash tatties & roast beef
Black cabs, battle raps & no sleep
British shit like fat yatties with broke teeth
And visits to the chippy keep the fat man obese
You never seen a rep that’s so deep
You don’t even get respect from your own peeps
Wanna know your copping quality?
Then check the F.U motif, etched in gold leaf

(Hook x2)

(Verse 3)

Guess who’s back in the mother fucking yard
Constantly fogging bongs or chugging jars
Trying to convince myself that I'm a star
Out of it shouting “Tarahtid Bumbaclaat”
And I don’t even know what that means
I’m just a loser who happens to be a rap fiend
So fuck trying to fit in with a whack scene
Where everybody dresses like an advert for Gap jeans
And if that seems ignorant
Make complaints via 0800 I don’t give a shit
I make Fuck You music
You don’t like it cool, fuck you don’t listen bitch
You see I’m in it for the jokes
I’ve been in it for a minute so quick with the killer quotes
You're in it for the image you idiots think you're dope
But I'm a bigger lyricist equipped with the sicker flows