Footsie - Pagans lyrics

[Intro] Ascended masters of angels of light, but you're actually deceiving demonic spirits , which can not only hurt somebody externally, they can destroy their spirits as well [Verse 1] I don't speak queen's English but I'm still distinguished I don't need no suit or tie to let you know I mean business I know you're into this Even even if you were deaf, blind and dumb and awkwardly rhythmless I'm like syphilis ain't no denying this wickedness Any attempt would be grimy and hideous Young and I'm black and I'm ignorant But I'm still frivolous Meaning I'm n***a-less More than the way I feel strength in my pigments What does it matter? Just give me my dividends Switching up syllables mixing with criminals Keep up appearance but keeping it minimal Bredders be getting too over familiar Quizzical, touching your physical Hands on my bread with a spoon in my cereal Not on my watch cause I'm a hard rock Come through in a hard top With your girl in the pa**enger seat, she getting hard co*k I didn't even let the car stop Don't even worry what cars I've got You should be concerned with what you are not I dictate the pace and set the bar a lot You get parred a lot Sorry pardon what? I can't hear you bro you sound weary bro Talk sh** but you won't come near me though And I'm far from sweet I'm no Cheerio I switch up the place real quick like hear we go Leave your body all black with a whole lot of indigo Six feet below No heads up, no intro No info I get it in bro [Verse 2: Dizzee Rascal] Cold world with a whole lot of schemers It don't stop for the dreamers You could f** around and get took to the cleaners I know man that would do a lot of dirty Put a lot of work in Just to ride Benz and Beamers Devious creatures Try to steer clear of the preachers Screaming out 'God can't reach us' Nothing they can teach us, leave us Looking for a girl with over the top features Couldn't care less about Jesus Couldn't give a f** about a thesis Looking for the easiest next top model Or another sh** TV series Raised by MTV generation Not a lot of patience Update Facebook status, no hesitation How they gonna deal with the wolves of the nation How they gonna recognize pros and cons with no education How they gonna win with no dedication All you really care about is Playstation World Star Hip Hop humiliation Everything built on a weak foundation Whole lot of time being wasted Whole lot of sh** champagne being tasted Everybody in the club acting basic Everybody wanna be a star let's face it Ga**ed by the money and the fame let's chase it Gotta get it quick gotta get it by all means Wanna be a big timer like the guy from New Orleans Got big dreams, but they absurd, and they obscene Pregnant on TV at sixteen Don't know what this sh** means Yo, can't trust these no-good, two-faced cut-throat Pagans living in Babylon Wanna sell me lies, wanna bleed me dry, wanna see me live like a vagabond Like I worked this hard and I come this far just to them waffle and babble on Don't want your help, don't need your advice who rattled your cage Know one of these days won't cease to amaze Bunch of lost souls they ain't tryna get saved They're just tryna get paid, wanna jump on my wave Turn back around, jump right in my grave Do me a favour, don't do me no favours I don't need no savior cause I do it major Now it's back to the paper I'll deal with the pagans later