M-Phazes - That's What We On lyrics

[Intro] Nine High M-Phazes This sh** is real [Hook] Air max and caps, yeah that's what we on Tracksuit fatsuits, yeah that's what we on In a jam getting mashed, yeah that's what we on Black Nikes, black cap, black tees So roll up a cigarette [?] called weed on Getting our lean on, yeah, that's what we on Stay in your lane, your legs [?] Air max and caps, yeah that's what we on Tracksuit fatsuits, yeah that's what we on In a jam getting mashed, yeah that's what we on Black Nikes, black cap, black tees So roll up a cigarette [?] called weed on Getting our lean on, yeah, that's what we on Stay in your lane, your legs [?] [Verse 1] [?] fresh new Nikes It's always hot, got a fresh new [?] Fresh new green bag, [?] [?] [?] [?] Oi, look at the state of you (disgraceful) You're not God's gift, you're not an angel And you're trying so hard, and it's painful Take off that black [?] ? I'm struggling Jeans so tight that your [?] suffering [?] and they're not coming in [?] what are you wearing? Jeans so tight, surprised they ain't tearing [?] so be a good lad, run along, stop staring Keep the door clear, we are the law here [?] sell baggy jeans, yeah [?] Look at them pussies [?] sprayed on jeans, bandana and a checked shirt Dickhead! Get hammered, but [?] [?] [?] [?] yeah that's what we on [Verse 2] So let me get this straight, you're a trendy But you're thirty-five, you're not twenty You're not [?] you're not Wendy Plus the whole club's warm enough for starters And the whole place is shrouded in darkness And I'm nto sure what the point of a scarf is And there's no reason to rock sungla**es You look like us? I guess it's all jigs? Fashon victims, [?] [?] that's what we on Lighting a weed roll, that's what we on Do your research, send our recon [?] [?] learn the hard way 'bout what we on [Hook] Air max and caps, yeah that's what we on Tracksuit fatsuits, yeah that's what we on In a jam getting mashed, yeah that's what we on Black Nikes, black cap, black tees So roll up a cigarette [?] called weed on Getting our lean on, yeah, that's what we on Stay in your lane, your legs [?] Air max and caps, yeah that's what we on Tracksuit fatsuits, yeah that's what we on In a jam getting mashed, yeah that's what we on Black Nikes, black cap, black tees So roll up a cigarette [?] called weed on Getting our lean on, yeah, that's what we on Stay in your lane, your legs [?] [Verse 3] This is my scene, and I'm here to protect Might lose your legs, so watch your step See what you get, get what you see This is fake me, and I'm willing to [?] Plus [?] recognise this Look into my eyes and they're bloodshot red I'm the hungriest head, and won't stop 'till I'm fed So come correct, I ain't kidding Getting what you're fitting [?] [?] cigarette Doing their business like "who is this?" "Where are they from?" "The UK" That's wrong, how do they know Phazes, the one most dangerous [?] with no chasers Backdrop! That's what we on [?] gully rock that's what we on [?] f** p**y rap, I'm [?] [?] code of honour [?] like cops and [?] Listen: "I'm not an MC" [?] the scene without me [?] [?] the scene so rich [?] So we shut down cheaps like a wall to the face Step to the stage, then walking away Yeah, I'm appalled by the way [?] [?] get pulled off the stage [Verse 4] See me, I'm blessed Down with the bullsh**, down with the stress Now that I'm focussed, I have a lot less Down with telling the best, f** the rest Down with the mic [?] 'till they steps Down with the tracksuit, down with the Crips More concern walking back and abreast See me, I'm chilling Down with the sacred, down with the ceiling Down with the fame, down [?] Down with the dirtiest substep spitting Down with the grimiest [?] rhythms Down with the man-? [?] the women Down with the peace, now f** the k**ings [Hook] Air max and caps, yeah that's what we on Tracksuit fatsuits, yeah that's what we on In a jam getting mashed, yeah that's what we on Black Nikes, black cap, black tees So roll up a cigarette [?] called weed on Getting our lean on, yeah, that's what we on Stay in your lane, your legs [?] Air max and caps, yeah that's what we on Tracksuit fatsuits, yeah that's what we on In a jam getting mashed, yeah that's what we on Black Nikes, black cap, black tees So roll up a cigarette [?] called weed on Getting our lean on, yeah, that's what we on Stay in your lane, your legs [?] [Outro] Nine High! [?] [?] M-Phazes Good Gracious Shut your mouth. Shut your trap Dickheads! Pussies! And f** you! f** your mum. f** your grandad f** your sons > n o i d e a // Change in rhythm. Not sure whether verse 1 or verse 6 [Verse 1] What we on, that's the next flicks Get dressed, get fill, [?] and get set Nine to five to get gold And never leave home without beats banging in the headphones Weekend: probably rip a show, [?] Might be in a little town, might be in the big smoke Nippy flows every time, M-Phazes on site That's what we on, shining out [?] I don't support that Fat swagger rap bullcrap [?] fall back You ain't all that, take a taste of my ba**sack And don't talk crap, you're a walking rainbow Fashion sporting all black, where the doors at [?] you're a horror state [?] Dressed like Willy Wonka, mate We in on that, so I don't tolerate a lot of fakes Where there's credibility [?] a lot of [?] One of the herd, caught in the stampede Unsure, unsteady, unbalanced Bambi And thanks, but you're not gonna shank me And I know you don't talk to your mother so angry So why not go back to an*lysing Shady, and surprise me: rhyme "baby" with "crazy" and "lady" You little trend-followers are living in a daydream I'll creep up behind you and I'll drown you in the mainstream [Outro again?] Oh my gosh! You need to shut the f** up Shut your f**ing cake hole Other dickhead MCs need to shut their f**ing mouth [?] f** you Nine Nigh Big up, Phazes. Big up, [?] Everyone else can s** their f**ing grandad's balls [?] f** you Shutting you clowns down