Res One - Comparisons lyrics

(Verse 1 - Res One) Alright, let's get it started then I'm a marker to your parker pen A big stinky teenth to your half a ten A breeze to your market tent A yard to your park and bench Big bars to your garden fence I'm a spark, you're drenched (Verse 2 - Datkid) Let's get it straight I'm a Bentley to your rusty Ford You're nothing more than a flick knife to my mucky sword It's like a little garden gate up to some double doors Or a dumb drunken scuffle when there's a f**ing war (Verse 3 - Res One) We're like K2 and Everest to C-cup bras Beirut to Devonshire, a ki to a bar When you're weak with your speech I spit teeth from the start You're a little b**h fish In deep with the sharks (Verse 4 - Datkid) We're sunrays in the dark A big field of dreams You're a blade of the gra** Trying to aim at the stars But you couldn't find the way if I made you a path I'm a flame to your sparks You're a vein, I'm a heart (Chorus x2 - Res One & Datkid) It's just comparisons not battling or arrogance But you ain't challengers, you're amateurs We're deep in the streets dodging PCs and cameras We eat beats; you need heat to battle us I speed speech these weak feeble characters (Verse 5 - Datkid) So who the f** you starting with? I'm Mr Miyagi to you karate kids A thousand million miles to this half an inch Dark eclipse over your little village Steamrolling your clique in minutes You're barely beginning after we've hit the finish (Verse 6 - Res One) We're like C4; you're like a bag of matches on the sea floor Dropping heavy rhymes to leave you flying from the seesaw And not because we eat more My rhymes stay fresh and healthy You're like a baghead trying to rap about getting wealthy (Verse 7 - Datkid) We're like paedophiles on steroids to you 3 year olds You're a sleazy old silver ring; I'm a ki of gold I stay fresher while you go green and mould You'll get beat to pulp Watch a tiger fight a kitty cat and eat it whole (Verse 8 - Res One) You're like the pavement to my dutty kicks A razor to a bucky I'm Chuckie to all you hating kids Your statements ain't the same as this We're made for it While you waste your days away trying to make a take of it My cadence makes a sadist switch (Chorus x2)