NSMC

And shouts to Kato for making this beat
And shout out to my family who know I'm doing this just for me
I'm only 16 with an incredible mind
Blessed and refined, hence why I can craft these credible rhymes
But you'll never see fit, to put the work in
As if you've gone to the gym and you're workouts ain't been working
I'm learning with every song
My pen game is foul, especially when I score like Heung-min Son
I do this beat some justice, like league
A stand up bloke, but I don't take jokes lightly
No submission choke shit if you wanna fight me
My career smaller than the tits held up by Keira Knightley
Working all day and even up on the nightly
If you wanna feature then you better ask politely
All your vicious bars, nah they don't even frighten me
Deity that strikes twice, who's tryna enlighten me? (Whoa, whoa!)
I fry guys like five guys
Circle smaller than five guys, in public guarantee I'm that fly guy
I'm never mean, if anything then I'm too nice
Don't be sour the fact my flow tighter than vice
Go toe to toe with the giants and I ain't leaving
I'm cumming hard in this bitch and nah I ain't conceiving
Not deeming it necessary for bad reception, so it ain't ever been received and
So there ain't no need for no complaints regarding my speaking
You ain't hard, please tell me what you're gonna do?
Guaranteed I've faced days that have been tougher than you
Don't do this shit mainly or at all for the entirety views
Let me tell you, you really don't wanna step up inside of my shoes
Love to hit XXL hard until money isn't an issue
I feel bad for the people who used this beat and it got misused
I'm 16, hailing from Bristol with no pistols shining clear like crystals
Abuse this ritual, have to fire missiles
Guten nacht, a pro intact and that's a fact
I think their all mad, cos my pad can bring it back
But that's sat, like a SAT, so we'll leave it at that
Don't be sad, cos you're all just bad at rap
Chilling in battles swinging my battle axe
You would never see the vision like you got a case of cataracts
This is all new to me but I set out to rattle cats
All peer pressured moments, homie bet I've sat all that
Mum paid for this beat, it ain't caused me no harm
So you better embrace me, like you've broken your arm
My jaws'll drop when I stack my cheese like I'm James Leprino
But I'm James Haylings, clarifying so all we know
Gathering my bags, that shit's a cup of my tea
And once again shout out to all of the homies who know it's only me
Word up to the snakes that have priorly spited
And Kato, this is my entry and I really hope you like it