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Yeah, yeah High, the mic's very loud Yeah, yeah, yeah Like who the fuck are you? Yeah, who the fuck are you? Is it recording, yeah? Yeah, y'all look I come direct when I inject and I'm expecting your respect I'm a baller you've been chucked in And I'm the kind of kid you can't protect you know Out and about I put my elbow in your mouth You're a fussy there's no doubt I bet my sword will make you shout I'm intense, you best see sense, I'll have you hanging from a fence Then I'll laugh at your expense and maybe chuck you fifty pence Snitch, you make me switch, you sound and look just like a bitch Whether you're poor or whether you're rich, I'll leave you lying in the ditch 'Cause I'm from ragged-raggo rags, you wear raggo rags like me I'm ahead boy, I ain't in tune, rappin' raggo rapidly We easily be the worst, bust academics first Batty crew M.C.'s get academically reversed I'm academically perverse, academically perverted Batty crew M.C.'s get academically diverted Some return, we clearly get burnt, get hurt Until they realise they should of academically of flirted You don't want the beef, you don't want the grime You ain't got the guts, I ain't got the time But you can come to the man and get jacked Come to the man and get pill Come to the man and get shot Come to the man and get killed We call it arms Ouse, arms Ouse, go and get your crew If you can't back that arms Ouse, who the fuck are you? We call it arms Ouse, arms Ouse, go and get your firm If they don't wanna listen then we better make them learn Raised in the gutter, I was told I should fight I create and cause confusion from the left to the right I'm sweet as a nut, I'm doing alright, cosy and comfortable Still I try and avoid the sergeant, P.C and the constable Raised in the gutter I was told I should bop I create and cause confusion from the bottom to the top I'm doing okay, I will honestly say this year I'm flying through I could easily find myself in jail but I ain't trying to I keep it clear in front, relax with the pressure I'm dirty and I'm stank but ain't nobody fresher My haters make enquiries, make it obvious they care When it comes to my location they would love to be aware But I could be in the manor, could be overseas Could well be definitely making peace Could be live at Wembley warming up for Jay-Z Still I'm definitely certain that you can't see me You don't want the beef, you don't want the grime You ain't got the guts, I ain't got the time But you can come to the man and get jacked Come to the man and get pill Come to the man and get shot Come to the man and get killed We call it arms Ouse, arms Ouse go and get your crew If you can't back that arms Ouse, who the fuck are you? We call it arms Ouse, arms Ouse, go and get your firm If they don't wanna listen then you better make them learn