Nay Ophelllo - C.C.C. lyrics

I'm cool, I'm calm, I'm collected... I be chilling Wit the whole Crec Collective... I'm cool, I'm calm, I'm collected... I'm chilling Wit the whole Crec Collective KarimThaPeasant: I'm contagious When I rhyme they get wavy I won't ever drop sh** daily Kennedy kept em waiting I don't need yes men around me Why do all my opps be surrounding Made a track about mountains Now the mad world is a mad ting Im elated Man you know my set lists amazing I dont need a tech I need a lady Im frustrated Flow spat so damn basic See my words in that matrix Tripped up bars like i'm on loose laces I be looking adidas You be looking k swiss Ages Since i've ever seen anybody like me So i got half on a hope and half on a dream If i ever find a girl like me Ah ahhhh Thats calm Thats cool Thats blessed Complex ting with no stress I got half on a hope and half on a dream If i ever do dirt confess Ah ahhhhh Like text Don't text Doesn't matter if we end up in a bed Got time? Come mine Imma have to help my girl undress Ah ahhhh Hook: I'm cool, I'm calm, I'm collected... I be chilling Wit the whole Crec Collective I'm cool, I'm calm, I'm collected I be chilling Wit the whole Crec Collective Brudda Nay: Rooms heaving Manamans smoking Tombs breathing Manamans ghosting Like a British Tutankhamoon When I come in the room You know everyone's toasting I Got the gyaldem roasting *moans* Not 1 Not 2 Got loads in Judy over there wit my brare Tiffany in my studio chair I said it just it ain't fair Yea yea Throw your hands in the air Throw em low Throw em high Take it easy Then go mad For your Brudda from the east see! Nay from the east side When I played kiss chase All the gyal would arrive That was back when I was Six or 5 When garage used to bang In every whip and every ride Now I'm getting older It's me on the map Got the black scene Going clap clap clap Got the white scene going "Listen to his raps" Cos I spit so cold It mek the system collapse Uprisings in Egypt, and Libya If you chat sh** Then we'll get rid of ya All across Europe Yea we still can Gone for so long They call you Madeline McCann Roll you up Rip you up Like a backstrap Smoke you down so smooth From an ounce to a gram Praise Rastafari We don't eat ham And If I say Wagwarn I expect one back Yea, yea I expect one back If I say wagwarn I expect one back