Road Rage (Part 2)

See, yeah, I can MC
But I'm not an MC, I'm an artist
Most MCs don't know what art is
Chat about straps and think they're the hardest
Little soft boy, don't know what hard is
With your flaccid rapping, wah di rahtid?
No go's, no aims, no targets
You should go DJ like Target
Rudeboy, pipe down and put the mic down
Truth told, you should've never started
'Cause you got more flaws than a carpet
Acting and don't know what your part is
I don't take part in them parties
On point, that's what every bar is
On point, I'll show a knife what sharp is
My words are permanent like Sharpies
Always stay serving them food for thought
You would've thought I work for Gordon Ramsay
Word to my mum and aunties
I'm tryna cook it up for the family
Raised by rastas and yardies
No pickneys but they look [?]
When it comes to the art, I'm Banksy
Hands down like it's half past 6, cah
I'm nuts
Like two testicles, I'm nuts
You don't need spectacles to see I'm nuts
Ain't no vegetable cah I'm nuts
Monkey nuts, bussing nuts
Fresh out the scrotum, bitch, I'm nuts
RagoLoco, nigga, I'm nuts
And I want cream like coconuts
So I go nuts, almond nuts
Flow like pistachio nuts
So when I buss, I ball nuts
Back to the wall, nuts
Cashew like cashews, that's nuts
Man ah got a screw loose, yeah, I'm nuts
So like chestnuts, I get nuts
And if I ain't the best, that's nuts
And, fuck, I like to cuss
Like my nuts, yeah, I'm gonna bust
Bitches bugging me? They get crushed
Said they're in love with me, I just lust
There ain't much what I trust
Betray? You're dismal, you'll get brushed
Trust, I will do that without fuss
Send for the mandem and you get rushed
Running up jaws will get that bruck
Man'll get napped and get tied up
Out in the south side, I'm from Longsight
Where they say they don't like, don't like us
But I'm neutral, both sides show love
'Cause with both sides, I've grown up
I never chose sides, even in those times
I thought like grown-ups
'Cause niggas get smoked like roll-ups
So you better split when the whip rolls up
Or get split like your bitch broke up
Innocent but niggas don't own up
Fuck the government 'cause they don't own us
Man love the roads but the roads don't love
Slept on me but you just woke up
Hands in the air like twelve o'clock
And in the area I grew up
Mandem come through and shoot it up
'Heads on heroin, shooting up
Crackheads round here, tooting up
None of this ain't new to us
It's usual for a pupil
Straight out the school of hard knocks
Concrete jungle where we farm crops
[?] make your line bark off
Science, turn power to rock
Math, stay adding up
Class, that's what I got
Geography got me on the block
History got me mad as fuck
Literature and language is nuts
Literally, my English is bruck
And I finesse
Like I press R2
Man say they're the best but don't get
The same reaction as my bars do
Ragz, I will out-bar you
Out of the game, I might bar you
Man nyam my bars like hard food
If I can't stand man, I will sit them like bar stool
I'm sick like I got bar flu
Over the head, my bars flew
Got it on lock, like the mandem doing time
Soon be free like it's half two
I'm the one like if you halve two
Rhyme 'cause I have to
Rewind time is the only thing that I can't do
So I get rewinds when I'm on tunes
Turn up to the club with a hundred goons
'Cause mayhem like I come with loons
Ragz, I got the whole place gassed
You would have thought I'd come with balloons
Been loved since I come out the womb
Came in the game with a boom
Make bangers like Long Sight and Goose
But I'm close with both of them like I'm in [?]
Danger