Oxymoron

[Nick Brewer]
Yeah
Yeah, I'm quiet but I'm confident
I'm shy but I'm abstinent
I'm easy-going but I'm head-strong
I'm bait but I'm anonymous
I'm just a walking contradiction man, it's obvious
I got pride but I'm humble
I'm loud but I mumble
I walk tall but I stumble
I got strength but I crumble
And right now it's all good but still I grumble
I work hard but I'm lazy
I'm sane but I'm crazy
I got two left feet but see me on the dance floor
I'm Patrick Swayze, definitely, probably, maybe
And I'm wavey, still I get seasick
Bruddah I'm original but I need a remix
Though I gotta keep fit
And the truth is that I'm pretty shallow if you actually deep it
And I don't mean it, but I do really
And everything I've said is false but it's true really
Pretty smart but I'm too silly
Fam, even my best friends want nothing to do with me

[Reload]
I'm hot but I'm cold-blooded
Overweight but I'm road-running
Man are stoned but don't smoke nothing
In the flat they pump it up like Joe Budden
Moving anti with my own cousin
I bring fire in this ice city
I don't talk but I'm quite lippy
Sell raps but I pie knitties
Your song wacks, you can slide with me
Loose chat could be quite sticky
I'm a dog for the right kitty
I'm like a walking oxymoron
I'm at peace but I'm war-strong
I'm unpredictable when it comes to visuals
But when I kill the lyrical just know the conclusion is foregone
These man'll snake you for your loyalty
Born a pauper but I'm royalty
I'm the shit, don't soil me
Tryna get that Arab money but my mate sounds funny and oily
It's mad

[AWATE]
Yeah, born in Jeddah but I'm not a Saudi
If you're a square, get the hell from round me
Crown me just to dissolve the throne
I don't condone spitters who can't hold their own
From the land of broken homes and in-tact entrances
No conscious rap, I just spit life sentences
My brederins ride round peddlin'
Survive life by supplying medicine
Fought escapism, addiction and we hate prison
Not missing but we ain't with 'em
Caught slipping, you can't fake gripping
Just a taste of estate living
It's a madness
I fought fascists but my country was colonised by Italians
Kind of obvious we're all just pawns in this
Lucky us, yours truly, the unfortunate

[The Last Skeptik]
Yo, I produce but I rap though
Wanna fight when I chat slow
You lot come from money but you act broke
Flat bloke but got skinny pockets
Got a mad hairline on my bonnet but I got a lot of miles on it
Diplomatic but I love beef
I'm an addict when I touch keys
Stir it up but I want peas
And I want Ps but I hate queues
Hate waiting but I paid dues
And in truth, I hate you
Love my city but not gentrified
Wanna stay but the rent is high
Tories telling lies
Love the NHS but the end is nigh
Wanna fight but you're too high to go outside, look alive
Talk big but shook and hide in your bredrin's house
Flossed on Gram but inside you're dead and down
You're pretending now
London summer time but forever cloud
Born in Finsbury Park but I'm Wenger out

[Verb T]
I don't repeat myself when I write scripts
Mind's very loose, rap's got a very tight fit
Clocking heavy mileage while I go nowhere
Sound travels with a hot temper and a cold stare
While I get high on the low till I'm bored of it
Killing pain like oxy, they so moronic
That's a true light, too right
Move like a snake with a lisp, I'm taking the piss
So bad, after the verse you see me shaking my dick
It's the vet that became an overnight success
At times the mind's rotten but the lines stay fresh
My set's fire while them other fools sound dead live
Think about the last time before the next time
And then play all the lines in reverse
Cus the first shall be last and the last shall be first
Still, I don't repeat myself when I write scripts