Kano - Hail lyrics

Welcome to the jungle King of this sh**, Royal Blood, welcome to the rumble Every man for himself, coco be wary, I square you now Inside the square circle cuz, curb your trust If I k** us and rob us and serve us up Snakes in the gra** couldn't turf a cup Can't befriend then burgle us k**ing these bills, Uma Therman'd up Getting that belly like Sherman Klump Show's over when the curtains shut But mines are blinds and I'm turning up Who are ya? Bet you heard of us Big mic man like merciless They say grime's not popping like it was back then Rap's not honest like it was back then When I get ga**ed in the booth like this n***as go bonkers like it was MAC-10 Roll Jack Jones if it ain't man dem And again and again Roll Jack Jones if it ain't man dem Don't make money but it does make sense Karmas have answered us Light up a dance like bars when there's sparklers Out in Marms with an army of armsmens Pure click, [?] I begin, booked a studio in [?] Rolling the rustlers, holy bivariate Then I be back in East with the Gs That ain't no gangsters, mate, that's the governors Sweet geez, ark at him Cotching on Ermine Road where the barber's is With a whole leap of man get enough of us You know them man that draw 9 for an argument That shamone, you're a man like it's nothing then Come and round up the sticks like carpenters You wanna squash that beef but it started Man'll go door like "I'll let you buy a carpet" Stick to the script Real educated ignorant sh** Don Perignon just to binge on the sh** Yo, if it bubbles, put your finger in it White chicks sling G-strings when I spit Blacker days, would've got lynched for this sh** Would've got whipped for this sh** Now I push a German Whip on a b**h Now everybody wanna get Jigga rich quick What they handed to them likkle privileged kids Hands in the cookie jar, ripping off ribs I guess that's taking the flipping biscuit Stealing a living with your sticky fingers Crossing that pond and fishing for hits We both gain from a little influence But how comes nobody credits us Brits? This ain't no RP cup of tea music This real east end theme music No, I don't know the Queen But that b**h stays in my jean pocket No dubstepping on my toes Don't f** with my drum and ba** Shuffling to some council house But it gets grimy in these raves I've had dubplates on acetate Dun know Kano was here Used to shop in catalogs, now my catalog'll Give these soundboys diarrhoea [Tempa T] Smash all of your CD rack Won't get none of your CDs back Clear all of your CD rack Won't get none of your CDs back Smash all of your CD rack Won't get none of your CDs back Clear all of your CD rack Won't get none of your CDs back Welcome to the jungle King of this sh**, Royal Blood, welcome to the rumble Every man for himself, coco be wary, I square you now Inside the square circle cuz, curb your trust If I k** us and rob us and serve us up