The Moon (Convince Remix)

[Verse 1: Convince]
Man like Vince been sipping on the liquor
I pull up with the mic and get rhyming way quicker
I don't care if you're a lawyer or a stripper
I'll still beat and delete, I'm the runaway dicker (yessir)
Zim zimma, who's got the keys to my bimma?
That's Beenie Man, I've been the man
But you've been a beginner
Gyallie for the streets, Mike Skinner
If you think I didn't beat your gyal then you should reconsider, ay

[Verse 2: Convince]
Beating back of a bad B
Began with a bottle of brandy
Been in the bank, big bills in the bag
Or bullets go bang, no Bambi, ay
If a gyal try rush me, fuck B
Listen to Young T & Bugsey
This gyalliе get humpty, no dumpty
But the dumpa's chunky
Don't chat to me, you numpty
Manna gеt fried on the mic, Kentucky
Stacking up chicks like bargain buckets
Grab the bag and I flush it, lucky
Outchea with a sick outfit
And a mic and a rhyme that you can't outwit
I'm catching a whine off an island chick
So fit, she'd still look it without tits
Or catch me lipsing a German chick
In a German whip, her surname Schmitt
Out those two I'll determine which bitch can get this dick (which one?)
Man's from the south like UGK
But I set the whole scene like UKG
I'm doing it big like the USA
Them man don't know about UK Gs
Wanna chat about gyallie and Cali
'Cause they've never smoked no UK Gs
Mid-clash like "You okay G?"
I'm heavy in the game, UK kgs
Jamie tryna smoke enough weed
I call a man Mr Green
Spit my verse, I don't hear no words
Them man coming like Mr Bean
My wrist obscene