That’s What We On

[Intro]
Nine High
M-Phazes
This shit is real

[Chorus]
Air max and caps, yeah that's what we on
Tracksuit fatsuits, yeah that's what we on
In a jam getting mashed, yeah that's what we on
Black Nikes, black cap, black tees
So roll up a cigarette [?] called green on
Getting our lean on, yeah, that's what we on
Stay in your lane, your legs [?]

[Verse 1]
My Crips are a lot, got the fresh new Nikes
It's always hot, got a fresh new 90
Fresh new green bag, bless [?] nightly
Fuck head [?] sporting the Avirex
[?] throwing in all your safe sex
(Nine High), bust that strong set
You smuggle [?], I smuggle in long necks
Oi, look at the state of you (disgraceful)
You're not God's gift, you're not an angel
And you're trying so hard, and it's painful
Take off that black paint you're covered in
I'm open minded, but even I'm struggling
Jeans so tight that your [?] suffering
Your star's not down and they're not coming in
[?] what are you wearing?
Jeans so tight, surprised they ain't tearing
You're not [?] airing, so be a good
Lad, run along, don't stand around staring
Keep the door clear, we are the law here
In-store fits [?] all clear
XL tee, baggy jeans, yeah you're in
Look at them pussies [?] wrong sex
Sprayed on jeans, bandana and a checked shirt
Dickhead! Get hammered, but your head hurt
Raps [?] everything [?] everything
[?] need a head-top severing
On a bitter thing yeah that's what we on
Fat Joe, Phazes, facts we speak, son

[Verse 2]
So let me get this straight, you're a trendy
But you're thirty-five, you're not twenty
You're not Peter Pan, and I'm not Wendy
Plus the whole club's warm enough for starters
And the whole place is shrouded in darkness
So I'm not sure what the point of a scarf is
And there's no reason to rock sunglasses
If you look like us? I guess it's all jigs
Fashon victims, they tickle our ribs
[?] that's what we on
Lighting a weed roll, that's what we on
Do your research, send our recon
[?]
Don't learn the hard way about what we on

[Chorus]
Air max and caps, yeah that's what we on
Tracksuit fatsuits, yeah that's what we on
In a jam getting mashed, yeah that's what we on
Black Nikes, black cap, black tees
So roll up a cigarette [?] called green on
Getting our lean on, yeah, that's what we on
Stay in your lane, your legs [?]
Air max and caps, yeah that's what we on
Tracksuit fatsuits, yeah that's what we on
In a jam getting mashed, yeah that's what we on
Black Nikes, black cap, black tees
So roll up a cigarette [?] called green on
Getting our lean on, yeah, that's what we on
That's what we on, that's what we on

[Verse 3]
This is my scene, and I'm here to protect
Might lose your legs, so watch your step
See what you get, get what you see
This is fake me, and I'm willing to step
Plus I'm willing to bet [?] recognise this
Look into my eyes and they're bloodshot red
I'm hungry as heck, and won't stop till I'm fed
So come correct, I ain't kidding
Getting what you're fitting [?] in the back
With a couple of cigarettes, doing their
Business leaving witnesses like, "who is this?"
"Where are they from?" "The UK?", that's wrong
How do they know Phazes, the one most dangerous
That's like to take straight up with no chasers
Backdrop! Yeah that's what we on
[?] gully rock that's what we on
If it ain't that, don't know, I'm [?]
Fuck pussy rap, I'm [?] the cat
Not a front - I'm real from front to back
And you're a talking pop star - no code of honour
And this is our thing like cops and [?]
Listen: "I'm not an MC"
The scene without me is like [?]
Or a beat with no bars, the scene is so rich
So we shut down cheaps like a wall to the face
Step to the stage, then walking away
Yeah, I'm appalled at the way where they're talking [?]
Some action, stop, get pulled off the stage

[Verse 4]
See me, I'm blessed
Dealt with the bullshit, dealt with the stress
Now that I'm focussed, I have a lot less
Down with telling the best, fuck the rest
Down with the mic [?] till they steps
Down with the tracksuit, down with the Crips
More concerned with her back than her breasts
See me, I'm chilling
Down with the same group, down with the ceiling
Down for the fame, down [?]
Down with the dirtiest dubstep spitting
Down with the grimiest, liveliest rhythms
Down with the man-[?] provide the women
Down with the peace, now fuck the killings

[Chorus]
Air max and caps, yeah that's what we on
Tracksuit fatsuits, yeah that's what we on
In a jam getting mashed, yeah that's what we on
Black Nikes, black cap, black tees
So roll up a cigarette [?] called greene on
Getting our lean on, yeah, that's what we on
Stay in your lane, your legs [?]
Air max and caps, yeah that's what we on
Tracksuit fatsuits, yeah that's what we on
In a jam getting mashed, yeah that's what we on
Black Nikes, black cap, black tees
So roll up a cigarette [?] called green on
Getting our lean on, yeah, that's what we on
That's what we on, that's what we on

[Interlude]
Yeah that's what we on (repeated throughout)
Nine High!
[?]
[?]
M-Phazes
Good Gracious
Shut your mouth
Shut your trap
Dickheads!
Pussies!
And fuck you!
Fuck your mum
Fuck your grandad
Fuck your sons
Pull up, pull up!
[?]

[Verse 6]
What we on, that's the next flicks
Get fresh, get dressed to kill and get set
Nine to five to get gold
And never leave home without beat-banging Beats in the headphones
Weekend: probably rip a show, twist dro
Might be in a little town, might be in the big smoke
Nippy flows every time M-Phazes on site
That's what we on, signing out Scotty Hinds
I don't support that fat swagger rap bull-
Crap, Blood, fall back, you ain't all that
Take a taste of my ballsack and don't talk crap
You're a walking rainbow fashion sporting all black
Where the doors at? Leave. You're sorry state
Horror [?] through you [?]
Dressed like Willy Wonka, mate
We ain't on that, so I don't tolerate a lot of fakes
Where there's credibility [?] a lot at stake
You're just one of the herd, caught in the stampede
Unsure, unsteady, unbalanced Bambi
And thanks, but you're not gonna shank me
And I know you don't talk to your mother so angry
So why not go back to analysing Shady, surprise me:
Rhyme "baby" with "crazy" and "lady"
You little trend-followers are living in a daydream
I'll creep up behind you and I'll drown you in the mainstream

[Outro]
Oh my gosh!
You need to shut the fuck up, shut your fucking cake hole
Other dickhead MCs need to shut their fucking mouth
Shut your gobs
Fuck you
Nine Nigh
Big up, Phazes. Big up, [?]
Everyone else can suck their fucking grandad's balls
Scotty Hinds, [?]
Fuck you
Shutting you clowns down