[Verse 1]
It's the underdog prince from W10 Grove side
Looking for the crown, if you got it you'll get the clothesline
But while I'm waiting in the wings, sit down, grab a seat and I'll take you for a spin
First, here we have Portobello, inhabited by tourists that are lucky that they never really saw the ghetto
Grab your lattes and move on by, before the moon comes out, because the hills have eyes
And they will start to get darker, it's gone wrong, odds on 2-1 on a bad father
2 on 1 they'll grab the wrist off your shamballa, swinging with no arms, sign of a bad barter
Everybody's hungry in this money department
Poundland plastic in your buggy compartments
But everybody's like, you're from Kensington & Chelsea
I never saw anybody with weapons in their selfies
Well
Bad luck if you see a black man loafing
Next to 3 drains, underneath your flat's scaffolding
OG's back, the madman's spoken
Rap's bad omen might evoke your granddad's loathing
But allow me to digress, new age leaders of this rhyme threat
UK speakers on a live set, who's next?
The sound of England, and I'm coming to shut down your system
Now there's riots on the streets, threat of violence non discreet
People bias, now they're frightened, made me sign this non-compete
Like
You can't perform in the 25 mile radius of a club, or anyone who wants you in a live stadium
O? Who wants to hear your lacklustre, rap fluster, when you've got no swag and bad back structure
Not another cantankerous loafer, why do you think you're so crazy huh?
Well maybe not, I'm still awkward as f**, when everyone was playing football I was torturing slugs
Wearing 3/4 lengths, had poultry sized fibulas
Setting pace using my weight to provide impetus
Used to personify innocence, sorry mum, I'm giving ‘em a 101 in bonafide insolence
Feeling like a mutant when my rhymes attract jokers
So moving I'm like I'm Cyclops with his visors cracked open
If I go viral that's cool, but have focus
‘cos you'll never get my bars without the mind to crack trojans