作词 : Justin Clarke Samuel/Kingslee James Daley/Ashley Nwachukwu/Kwadwo Amponsah
作曲 : Cameron Palmer/Neil Waters
They say no man is an island
But I left island
Had to do my ting
If I sense any sign in ya eye that ya triflin'
It's bye, no fussin' or fightin'
Seen all they drops, the same already
Seen the bussdowns and chains already
Save ya drip, made it rain already
Pissed off cah my cup couldn't take more Henny
Let's discuss it
Wanna tell lies to the public
Cool, if you like it, I love it
But, true, I'm that guy in the function
Spit fire and leave shit alight like a bunsen burner
Manna grill beef, you don't want this burger
Money filthy, a disgusting earner
Word up
That's ya luck, it's gone further
Do a man like Klashnekoff
It's 'Murda'
Getting dough on the front end
Can't take man for a prick, no thorn
I don't need no horns, I blow my own trumpet
Thank road for the funding
Only bro knows how it's rolled into hundreds
Lizzy gone rogue, pink notes in abundance
Did all my bicep curls and my lunges
True say you ain't ya self when ya hungreh
Coldest
I don't how you ain't noticed
Without Ghetts there ain't no list
Your new shit's like my old shit
Your old shit was just so shit
Hold it
Who wants smoke? I'll roll it
Who wants rope? I'll hold it
Let's play hangman
How do I know you ain't got no heart?
X-ray and scan
Them man haven't been transparent
But I know the minerals they've got missing
Indirect often
Indirect, just bare subliminals they've got written
I don't wan' play fill in the blanks
I'd rather play fill up the bank
Easy think of a plan
Meet me, pick up a shank
BP, fill up the tank
I was in the cold, no comfort
Grade 8s in music
That's why I can blow my own trumpet
(What you got?) I got news for the public
(What else?) I got views for the pundits
I'm a sell out
I ain't got room for a hundred
I can only look down on people who gossip
I stay 22 rumours above them
**** them!
When the beat it just drops
And you screwing your face
And you're blowing your top
A shot no fighter can block
A weight nobody could spot
Beats, we are burning 'em
London to Birmingham
Course you'd have heard of 'em
Fellers are shellers
We're perming them, permanent
Jump on this plane, but just mind for the turbulence
Plane we observing on
So far above that it gets kinda burdensome
They are not ready for shells that we're serving 'em
Food for your thought, now come swallow a murdering
Gurgling on your own blood, and it's curdling
(Why?) Your stomach is weaker than Worzel is
My word on it, I'm earning it
The s*******es I speak, they're just learning it
Street shit
And deep shit
Like ancient Egypt and three clips
Like read this and take in your teachers
If he flips, then break face of eediats
He's quick to make pace 'cause he's sick
And these pricks, they gave chase, but he slips
Not a day in your life, I tell you these grips
Blud, they grip on the track better than V6
And when I've written a rap, I tell you these d**ks
They couldn't buss if they gave 'em three chicks
A whole load of crumpet
No, bro, you don't blow ya trumpet
I roll over dunces
I throw loads of punches
D**kheads are lunches
Back back, gimme space, gimme, uh
Got God, got Jah with me, uh
Why the devil wan' war with me? Hmm
Why the devil wan' spar with me?
I been around, been around for a sec
I need TLC like Left Eye
When shit got peak, man left I
Now my heart turn black like Wes Snipes
Sniper
Watch a man shed skin like viper
Drop two-two bars when I like her
No coming back like Rikers
All that drip, but you're not impressive
Spark my thoughts, pen my lessons
Man can't talk to much about blessings
Them man there might think I'm flexing
🎵
LRC歌词版本
[00:00.000] 作词 : Justin Clarke Samuel/Kingslee James Daley/Ashley Nwachukwu/Kwadwo Amponsah
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Cameron Palmer/Neil Waters
[00:13.709]They say no man is an island
[00:15.216]But I left island
[00:16.034]Had to do my ting
[00:17.129]If I sense any sign in ya eye that ya triflin'
[00:19.198]It's bye, no fussin' or fightin'
[00:20.768]Seen all they drops, the same already
[00:22.480]Seen the bussdowns and chains already
[00:24.280]Save ya drip, made it rain already
[00:26.079]Pissed off cah my cup couldn't take more Henny
[00:27.959]Let's discuss it
[00:29.018]Wanna tell lies to the public
[00:30.353]Cool, if you like it, I love it
[00:31.952]But, true, I'm that guy in the function
[00:33.621]Spit fire and leave shit alight like a bunsen burner
[00:35.925]Manna grill beef, you don't want this burger
[00:37.831]Money filthy, a disgusting earner
[00:39.616]Word up
[00:40.179]That's ya luck, it's gone further
[00:41.434]Do a man like Klashnekoff
[00:42.587]It's 'Murda'
[00:43.998]Getting dough on the front end
[00:45.278]Can't take man for a prick, no thorn
[00:46.844]I don't need no horns, I blow my own trumpet
[00:49.218]Thank road for the funding
[00:50.686]Only bro knows how it's rolled into hundreds
[00:52.520]Lizzy gone rogue, pink notes in abundance
[00:54.392]Did all my bicep curls and my lunges
[00:56.197]True say you ain't ya self when ya hungreh
[01:12.864]Coldest
[01:13.377]I don't how you ain't noticed
[01:14.770]Without Ghetts there ain't no list
[01:15.999]Your new shit's like my old shit
[01:17.508]Your old shit was just so shit
[01:19.209]Hold it
[01:19.832]Who wants smoke? I'll roll it
[01:21.132]Who wants rope? I'll hold it
[01:22.519]Let's play hangman
[01:23.404]How do I know you ain't got no heart?
[01:26.068]X-ray and scan
[01:27.224]Them man haven't been transparent
[01:28.884]But I know the minerals they've got missing
[01:30.886]Indirect often
[01:31.884]Indirect, just bare subliminals they've got written
[01:34.432]I don't wan' play fill in the blanks
[01:36.141]I'd rather play fill up the bank
[01:37.580]Easy think of a plan
[01:38.984]Meet me, pick up a shank
[01:40.397]BP, fill up the tank
[01:41.893]I was in the cold, no comfort
[01:43.705]Grade 8s in music
[01:44.668]That's why I can blow my own trumpet
[01:46.234](What you got?) I got news for the public
[01:47.802](What else?) I got views for the pundits
[01:49.366]I'm a sell out
[01:50.157]I ain't got room for a hundred
[01:52.600]I can only look down on people who gossip
[01:54.826]I stay 22 rumours above them
[01:56.972]**** them!
[02:12.095]When the beat it just drops
[02:13.015]And you screwing your face
[02:13.926]And you're blowing your top
[02:15.208]A shot no fighter can block
[02:17.039]A weight nobody could spot
[02:19.618]Beats, we are burning 'em
[02:20.621]London to Birmingham
[02:21.538]Course you'd have heard of 'em
[02:22.478]Fellers are shellers
[02:23.261]We're perming them, permanent
[02:24.361]Jump on this plane, but just mind for the turbulence
[02:26.811]Plane we observing on
[02:27.935]So far above that it gets kinda burdensome
[02:29.794]They are not ready for shells that we're serving 'em
[02:31.637]Food for your thought, now come swallow a murdering
[02:33.522]Gurgling on your own blood, and it's curdling
[02:35.411](Why?) Your stomach is weaker than Worzel is
[02:37.320]My word on it, I'm earning it
[02:39.087]The s*******es I speak, they're just learning it
[02:40.935]Street shit
[02:42.055]And deep shit
[02:42.922]Like ancient Egypt and three clips
[02:44.736]Like read this and take in your teachers
[02:46.526]If he flips, then break face of eediats
[02:48.374]He's quick to make pace 'cause he's sick
[02:50.224]And these pricks, they gave chase, but he slips
[02:52.031]Not a day in your life, I tell you these grips
[02:53.963]Blud, they grip on the track better than V6
[02:55.770]And when I've written a rap, I tell you these d**ks
[02:57.613]They couldn't buss if they gave 'em three chicks
[02:59.885]A whole load of crumpet
[03:01.292]No, bro, you don't blow ya trumpet
[03:03.535]I roll over dunces
[03:05.396]I throw loads of punches
[03:07.043]D**kheads are lunches
[03:10.674]Back back, gimme space, gimme, uh
[03:12.395]Got God, got Jah with me, uh
[03:14.272]Why the devil wan' war with me? Hmm
[03:16.135]Why the devil wan' spar with me?
[03:17.624]I been around, been around for a sec
[03:19.473]I need TLC like Left Eye
[03:21.628]When shit got peak, man left I
[03:23.503]Now my heart turn black like Wes Snipes
[03:26.487]Sniper
[03:27.314]Watch a man shed skin like viper
[03:29.186]Drop two-two bars when I like her
[03:31.087]No coming back like Rikers
[03:32.970]All that drip, but you're not impressive
[03:35.046]Spark my thoughts, pen my lessons
[03:36.916]Man can't talk to much about blessings
[03:38.734]Them man there might think I'm flexing
作词 : Justin Clarke Samuel/Kingslee James Daley/Ashley Nwachukwu/Kwadwo Amponsah
作曲 : Cameron Palmer/Neil Waters
They say no man is an island
But I left island
Had to do my ting
If I sense any sign in ya eye that ya triflin'
It's bye, no fussin' or fightin'
Seen all they drops, the same already
Seen the bussdowns and chains already
Save ya drip, made it rain already
Pissed off cah my cup couldn't take more Henny
Let's discuss it
Wanna tell lies to the public
Cool, if you like it, I love it
But, true, I'm that guy in the function
Spit fire and leave shit alight like a bunsen burner
Manna grill beef, you don't want this burger
Money filthy, a disgusting earner
Word up
That's ya luck, it's gone further
Do a man like Klashnekoff
It's 'Murda'
Getting dough on the front end
Can't take man for a prick, no thorn
I don't need no horns, I blow my own trumpet
Thank road for the funding
Only bro knows how it's rolled into hundreds
Lizzy gone rogue, pink notes in abundance
Did all my bicep curls and my lunges
True say you ain't ya self when ya hungreh
Coldest
I don't how you ain't noticed
Without Ghetts there ain't no list
Your new shit's like my old shit
Your old shit was just so shit
Hold it
Who wants smoke? I'll roll it
Who wants rope? I'll hold it
Let's play hangman
How do I know you ain't got no heart?
X-ray and scan
Them man haven't been transparent
But I know the minerals they've got missing
Indirect often
Indirect, just bare subliminals they've got written
I don't wan' play fill in the blanks
I'd rather play fill up the bank
Easy think of a plan
Meet me, pick up a shank
BP, fill up the tank
I was in the cold, no comfort
Grade 8s in music
That's why I can blow my own trumpet
(What you got?) I got news for the public
(What else?) I got views for the pundits
I'm a sell out
I ain't got room for a hundred
I can only look down on people who gossip
I stay 22 rumours above them
**** them!
When the beat it just drops
And you screwing your face
And you're blowing your top
A shot no fighter can block
A weight nobody could spot
Beats, we are burning 'em
London to Birmingham
Course you'd have heard of 'em
Fellers are shellers
We're perming them, permanent
Jump on this plane, but just mind for the turbulence
Plane we observing on
So far above that it gets kinda burdensome
They are not ready for shells that we're serving 'em
Food for your thought, now come swallow a murdering
Gurgling on your own blood, and it's curdling
(Why?) Your stomach is weaker than Worzel is
My word on it, I'm earning it
The s*******es I speak, they're just learning it
Street shit
And deep shit
Like ancient Egypt and three clips
Like read this and take in your teachers
If he flips, then break face of eediats
He's quick to make pace 'cause he's sick
And these pricks, they gave chase, but he slips
Not a day in your life, I tell you these grips
Blud, they grip on the track better than V6
And when I've written a rap, I tell you these d**ks
They couldn't buss if they gave 'em three chicks
A whole load of crumpet
No, bro, you don't blow ya trumpet
I roll over dunces
I throw loads of punches
D**kheads are lunches
Back back, gimme space, gimme, uh
Got God, got Jah with me, uh
Why the devil wan' war with me? Hmm
Why the devil wan' spar with me?
I been around, been around for a sec
I need TLC like Left Eye
When shit got peak, man left I
Now my heart turn black like Wes Snipes
Sniper
Watch a man shed skin like viper
Drop two-two bars when I like her
No coming back like Rikers
All that drip, but you're not impressive
Spark my thoughts, pen my lessons
Man can't talk to much about blessings
Them man there might think I'm flexing
🎵
LRC歌词版本
[00:00.000] 作词 : Justin Clarke Samuel/Kingslee James Daley/Ashley Nwachukwu/Kwadwo Amponsah
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Cameron Palmer/Neil Waters
[00:13.709]They say no man is an island
[00:15.216]But I left island
[00:16.034]Had to do my ting
[00:17.129]If I sense any sign in ya eye that ya triflin'
[00:19.198]It's bye, no fussin' or fightin'
[00:20.768]Seen all they drops, the same already
[00:22.480]Seen the bussdowns and chains already
[00:24.280]Save ya drip, made it rain already
[00:26.079]Pissed off cah my cup couldn't take more Henny
[00:27.959]Let's discuss it
[00:29.018]Wanna tell lies to the public
[00:30.353]Cool, if you like it, I love it
[00:31.952]But, true, I'm that guy in the function
[00:33.621]Spit fire and leave shit alight like a bunsen burner
[00:35.925]Manna grill beef, you don't want this burger
[00:37.831]Money filthy, a disgusting earner
[00:39.616]Word up
[00:40.179]That's ya luck, it's gone further
[00:41.434]Do a man like Klashnekoff
[00:42.587]It's 'Murda'
[00:43.998]Getting dough on the front end
[00:45.278]Can't take man for a prick, no thorn
[00:46.844]I don't need no horns, I blow my own trumpet
[00:49.218]Thank road for the funding
[00:50.686]Only bro knows how it's rolled into hundreds
[00:52.520]Lizzy gone rogue, pink notes in abundance
[00:54.392]Did all my bicep curls and my lunges
[00:56.197]True say you ain't ya self when ya hungreh
[01:12.864]Coldest
[01:13.377]I don't how you ain't noticed
[01:14.770]Without Ghetts there ain't no list
[01:15.999]Your new shit's like my old shit
[01:17.508]Your old shit was just so shit
[01:19.209]Hold it
[01:19.832]Who wants smoke? I'll roll it
[01:21.132]Who wants rope? I'll hold it
[01:22.519]Let's play hangman
[01:23.404]How do I know you ain't got no heart?
[01:26.068]X-ray and scan
[01:27.224]Them man haven't been transparent
[01:28.884]But I know the minerals they've got missing
[01:30.886]Indirect often
[01:31.884]Indirect, just bare subliminals they've got written
[01:34.432]I don't wan' play fill in the blanks
[01:36.141]I'd rather play fill up the bank
[01:37.580]Easy think of a plan
[01:38.984]Meet me, pick up a shank
[01:40.397]BP, fill up the tank
[01:41.893]I was in the cold, no comfort
[01:43.705]Grade 8s in music
[01:44.668]That's why I can blow my own trumpet
[01:46.234](What you got?) I got news for the public
[01:47.802](What else?) I got views for the pundits
[01:49.366]I'm a sell out
[01:50.157]I ain't got room for a hundred
[01:52.600]I can only look down on people who gossip
[01:54.826]I stay 22 rumours above them
[01:56.972]**** them!
[02:12.095]When the beat it just drops
[02:13.015]And you screwing your face
[02:13.926]And you're blowing your top
[02:15.208]A shot no fighter can block
[02:17.039]A weight nobody could spot
[02:19.618]Beats, we are burning 'em
[02:20.621]London to Birmingham
[02:21.538]Course you'd have heard of 'em
[02:22.478]Fellers are shellers
[02:23.261]We're perming them, permanent
[02:24.361]Jump on this plane, but just mind for the turbulence
[02:26.811]Plane we observing on
[02:27.935]So far above that it gets kinda burdensome
[02:29.794]They are not ready for shells that we're serving 'em
[02:31.637]Food for your thought, now come swallow a murdering
[02:33.522]Gurgling on your own blood, and it's curdling
[02:35.411](Why?) Your stomach is weaker than Worzel is
[02:37.320]My word on it, I'm earning it
[02:39.087]The s*******es I speak, they're just learning it
[02:40.935]Street shit
[02:42.055]And deep shit
[02:42.922]Like ancient Egypt and three clips
[02:44.736]Like read this and take in your teachers
[02:46.526]If he flips, then break face of eediats
[02:48.374]He's quick to make pace 'cause he's sick
[02:50.224]And these pricks, they gave chase, but he slips
[02:52.031]Not a day in your life, I tell you these grips
[02:53.963]Blud, they grip on the track better than V6
[02:55.770]And when I've written a rap, I tell you these d**ks
[02:57.613]They couldn't buss if they gave 'em three chicks
[02:59.885]A whole load of crumpet
[03:01.292]No, bro, you don't blow ya trumpet
[03:03.535]I roll over dunces
[03:05.396]I throw loads of punches
[03:07.043]D**kheads are lunches
[03:10.674]Back back, gimme space, gimme, uh
[03:12.395]Got God, got Jah with me, uh
[03:14.272]Why the devil wan' war with me? Hmm
[03:16.135]Why the devil wan' spar with me?
[03:17.624]I been around, been around for a sec
[03:19.473]I need TLC like Left Eye
[03:21.628]When shit got peak, man left I
[03:23.503]Now my heart turn black like Wes Snipes
[03:26.487]Sniper
[03:27.314]Watch a man shed skin like viper
[03:29.186]Drop two-two bars when I like her
[03:31.087]No coming back like Rikers
[03:32.970]All that drip, but you're not impressive
[03:35.046]Spark my thoughts, pen my lessons
[03:36.916]Man can't talk to much about blessings
[03:38.734]Them man there might think I'm flexing