Nonchalant

Verse 1 - Mark Fear

I got ma’ work clothes on torn covered and dusty
Clean cut muthafucka's never put ‘em above me
Hit a five star Michelin restaurant in my Hi-Vis
Knocked back, fully booked? Well aye kid
Funny thing is I make more money than most fellas
Looking down their nose at us, wondering who’s more jealous
You’re in a name tag and shirt ‘yessing’ abiding
I’m on site bumping Hip-Hop effing and blinding
Fuck ya suits I’ll keep ma’ boots
While you look at the summit of a mountain you regret that ya’ climbing
No P’s and Q’s here
I don’t have to kiss arse I’m just on the tools no stressing and jiving
I regret that the driving ban is alive and man
I can’t wait to get all of this shit back inside a van
As long as I’m alive and my fam got nice scran
House and a bit of money in the bank then
I don’t care, what you think of me

Verse 2 – Ramson Badbonez

You can think and say whatever you like
That ignorance has left you spiritually and mentally blind
When residing in mindless old cycles like vegetable merry go rides
Various stereotypes rendered by aeriel flight
I would say assumption based thoughts will suffocate others coloured
By another shade pace is underway like the journey of your blood to brain
What else can I say except I'm the one they love to hate
Custom plates on you won't buy wealth just hunger pains
Bald or grey with the old guy smell never astray
Looking bate ‘cos I go by stealth when manifesting the saying of know thyself
A spiritual Kemetic proverb it wasn't Socrates always been me
And never given up like minimal sex in a cold hearse or just a tranny ho’ without a hole
I couldn't give a fuck I'm telling ya