Monster
Been ahead of my time since I visioned a mic
Breddas couldn’t understand what my envisioning’s like
My glasses thick as their mentality type
I think stealth; breddas couldn’t even see me on Skype
So I sneak up on the game, no hype. Quite calm.
I kill beats and see bodies being embalmed
I feel troubles yet crush ‘em up in my palm
No, those are anti-depressants, don’t be alarmed.
That I bun such loud it make turf shake, earthquake.
Make you need a trouser full of dirt break, first place
Goes to yours truly, in time, just watch
But no punchlines bout a wristwatch
Me and my bruddas can’t stop, don’t stop
Wont kotch till the ice cream cherry’s on top
With the frost and the sprinkles
Don’t sleep through a revolution or I ’ma call you Rip Van Winkle
I pop like Pringles. Burn like shingles do
Pen dark like ninja boots.
I bet my ex still rinse my tunes
I told my daddy on his death bed that I ’ma make his dreams come true
So don’t tell me ‘bout politics or try and talk lies
If I can’t be your favourite, at least top 5
If I aint in the running then the organizer lied
And I aint talking crud in any portion of my rhymes
Read the cautionary signs
And I don’t even want the awesome-est of rides with the horses on the sides
Just a little nice, living life
Bunning something kinda fruity on a stack with the wife
Rubbing something kinda fruity with a stack with the wife
Send her back, bun a couple and we live
Say I’m a twat, I don’t pay you any mind, they don’t pay you anyway,
Any way I’m on my grind. Drazzie
Lost In Music
I just wanna record
I just want the encore, I just want the applause
I just want the bright lights, something I can afford
I’m bipolar. I don’t want attention at all.
Fully on my grown man swag
With some old school tunes and my hair slicked back
And a patchy beard, a fraction weird
I break beats like Apache snares
So all the buds built are danker
Green with orange hairs on top like Blanka
I don’t fight on street, I aim higher
So you aint gotta do no yoga to feel fire
I could blow a back tyre, and still breeze by a
Hater. Simulated gunfire
Fingers, I’m on my business, I’m for the Liz
For the fortune, for the future, for the kids
For the fact, it’s what I earned, in due time
I ’ma get mine and shine like summertime light
And I feel summertime right
Blaze two something get nice let a brudda live life
All I know is rap or bust
Even with unbrushed teeth and eyelid crust
So I get lost in music, lost in tracks
While I get lost in smoke and my lungs go black
I just wanna succeed
Love ends I just wanna make a milli and leave
I just wanna wrap zoots with the silliest weed
I get high but you never see me sit in a tree
Wanna travel like Phileas Fogg
So I’m billing this green same colour as frogs
But I preach like a priest in a pulpit
Or straight feast like a beast with a bullwhip
Tryna make plans, to walk unconquered lands
Sporting the finest brands
Racking up bands, just so we can plot and jam
But I be tryna kotch in Dam
Know my levels is major
So let it blare out from its there in your changer
Too fresh in a hoodie or blazer
I’m the next coming, say away in a manger
Said it’s me and the booth back, it’s me and the mic
Said I’m good at the survival but I’m feeling alive
Feeling like I’m ready to thrive
Breddas say they work a beat, I’m tryna show you they lie
I say don’t hate me, but why not?
I’m a prick and I know that shit, but I rhyme hot
So ‘scuse while I have my fun
Me and defeat playing one on one, but till then
Seven Days
And I go seven days a week. 365.
My modus operandi, hit the top while I’m alive
Since the limit is the sky, and me I’m so obsessed with being fly
Like a skater down a handrail a bredda gotta grind
For the heights, and my name up in the lights, bulbs flash
But that’s a dream until them big checks cash
Breddas spit trash, but I spit gas
When I flick ash, I could spark flame, but ain’t got a match and
Ain’t no competition but I’m winning
Don’t even promote sinning, a bredda promote billing
Just laid up in the lab and I’m spitting the illest spray from my tongue
But I’m chilling like a villain, killing these riddims for fun
Look how I set off a run, how I do it with ease
Have a bird’s eye; I’m opening the pods for the peas
About 24’s fam, that’s 52 weeks on two feet
I superkick a beat, Too Sweet
(Chorus)
And I go seven days a week, heavy on my feet
Each and every hour like I’m scared to fall asleep
I go seven days a week, money on my mind
Started from the bottom tryna see the other side (x2)
Said I eat clean, dress mean, smoke green
A bredda winning, lemme quote Sheen
Got a dope team, and dope dreams, you know me
I make it happen, I don’t blow steam
Tell these breddas open the gates ‘fore I arrive with a sledge
Hammer the point home, otherwise, off with their heads
Bitch I’m off of my meds, I ain’t right in the brain
Screw if they don’t get the picture, they don’t fit in the frame
I’m a Southside bredda with my sights on gains
But a belly doubled over from hunger pains
So I’m glued to the studio, stuck in the booth
I’m the best, hands down like a shoelace loose
From the manor where we eat off of our plate then yours
And we ain’t begging for an opening, we kick down doors
I’m saying Capital City, ‘bout capital City
Just want a full cup, and I ain’t chatting ‘bout titties
(Chorus)
(Bridge)
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday like,
Ain’t no tomorrow, we just working till the sun arise
Thursday, Friday, Saturday
Even Sunday we sure don’t play, come again (x2)
(Chorus x2)
Don’t Leave Me This Way
I talk hardship and feel pain
Each night passed is more strain
More days, doing my best to court change
Tryna find sun when all that I feels rain
Therefore I dry my clothes and keep pushing, tryna find the life I chose
Feel troubled if an eyelid close, and aim high cos I’ve felt the lows
Seen my life fall apart and my heart exposed
Friends disappear and turn
I don’t bare grudges, man I wish success
But I guess a bredda gotta live and he’ll learn
So I write each bar for my daddy in heaven
For the blood that’s missing from me like an artery severed
(Rest in Peace Old Man)
Sorry
I’m in my feelings; I had to pause for a second.
Cos I still gotta fight the bills.
Over packed flat and we’re minus frills
Doc writ me off so it’s chew these pills
Or exercise skills and climb these hills
And I’m tryna show my kids the way
And make change so they got a better place to play
Give us all a better place to stay
I wanna look back singing out Amazing Grace
In an amazing space, I wanna grow old comfy.
Never thought I’d see the day.
So if I gotta sacrifice today? I’ll put my diary on an altar
And see it turn to ash ablaze.
Me? I’ll sleep when I’m dead
Cos I’m on a rise like yeast in white bread
Ain’t met no match yet I fear
My nightmares see me left here.
0 To 100
Now since I ain’t got a second to waste, I’m setting the pace
Won’t settle being second in place
I got style, presence and grace; call it a tri-fector
That dissect ya, more depth than nine lectures
With televised extras, televise this
Take bait and get hooked; now I’m tryna fry fish
And breddas love chips but, that’s a side dish
They don’t come provided, so I’m tryna grind it
And the few that I’m aligned with, who I’m tryna shine with
Got me thinking money minded, underline it
So you be on your bouji wining, city dining
We be sitting masterminding, plotting climbing
I’m just on another plane though, when I’m rhyming
Jet lane flow, 40,000 over islands, wiling
Styling over all these breddas writing
But don’t spend half the effort I spend with my woman fighting
Could never crop me out the picture to hide that I’m cream
Breddas need me like their elbows dry
No confusion why I be viewed as nice, but I drop bombs
Ain’t no wonder my computer died from short circuit
But I’m Johnny Five Alive, need more input
Cos breddas know how hard I drive
Said I’m old school Stone Cold, stunning
I leave a cleats worth of an impression whenever I’m in the running
The demon summoned, the beastliest beats bludgeoned
For cheese, over the dough, I don’t mean in a pizza oven
Even better, in my second for breath
I paint pictures; these breddas couldn’t etch ‘em a sketch
Go from 0 to 100 brudda real quick, give you real spit
Rappers wooden, I go through ‘em like a drill bit
Bars, not sniff and glocks
But couple zoots, I be high up on a level you could sniff these socks
Used to call me Drastic, now you call me Drazzie
The way I murder beats I should be spitting in a bally
In a darkened alley, but I been in the park bunning Harry
Sipping Mali, glazing at all of the gyal-lies and
Failure ain’t part of the plan
I’m tryna be between ice and cake like marzipan
Think that you can outclass me jam, be an also ran
Your girl, she also rang.
Had a natter with the missus and we all might bang
As for you, I don’t know that man, her words, like
I don’t know what you heard. Straight game
And I’m ginger, so you should be a-fricking-ashamed
I got punchlines and flow, I shot both for dough
I’m sliced bread number two with a broke nose and glasses
A boot up in your arse is due
If you’re obstruction when I’m passing through, make way.
Face The World
They pray for my devastation and my downfall
That I’d act small, but I bounce back like pat ball
So no luck like a broken mirror
I stay hot like I oven warmed a plate for dinner
Kiss my lady on my head, our present life sucks
Just tryna find bucks, that’s why I rhyme such
Late I lay my kids tucked tight under the covers
Pray they taste the wonders and don’t ever touch my struggles
I’m troubled. Feel like time is at a loss
We ain’t getting any younger and with age you pay a cost
So I’m in my DeLorean warping
Was arsed out but find me currently morphing to success
My limit is the best
Being anchored in the dregs made me hunger for success
Got heart, feel it pumping through my chest, through my vest
Spit art, Donatello could attest, sat juggling my meds
Feeling like the world I fight against
So when I use my middle finger for defence.
Don’t take offence. Stuck in my ways.
Still on the mic, for me was never a phase.
To the world about face, stood at attention
So when they talking the illest I get a mention
And the grind don’t stop, the levels change
So my mind can’t stop, seeing the ways
I’m gone.
Truffle Butter
Told her smile for the camera, cheese like Monterey
Ride on it bareback, Yeehaw, Ándale, Ándale
Tits I fondle eh, she don’t know the time
Then I ’ma show her what Sekonda say
That it’s twenty past lick my pistachios
No ashy hoes, broke no cash involved
Be mashing those, backs like camel humps with camel toes
Don’t spit like camels tho
Stay fresh like Saville Row
My Missus wants me to rap about my winky so groupies know
They can’t have it, dagnammit, choke and stroke
Back slam soon lead to O’s
Just smoked an O and no, ain’t no mystery
Scratch that itch like anti-histamine
Bad gyal got me by the head, she gripsing me
I eat pum pum, don’t share spliffs with me
But use Listerine, bitch I’m Mister Clean
So fresh, stank hoes get they soul Fabreeze’d
So at ease, I’m so grease I offend the prudes
Ric Flair strutting like a pimp would, wooooooo!
(Chorus)
-ProGrammar
Then you soon will, if you don’t know then you soon will (x2)
I'm not into the truffle butter, But I had to rap, the beats harder than a mutha fucker,
So I had to go old-school, melanin made me soulful, Raised in zone 2, depths of Ford I'm local.
When I roll through, less boastful, I'm observant more reserved, less vocal, I don't really do, what the
most do, I ‘ma show you, Close to, those I'm close to, I don't know you!
Manny, try harassing my family, Know your gonna catch an eye jammy, Not best friends with angry,
but I can be and you’re in for a shock if you think that I'm candy (huh),
If you think that I'm Bambi, Too much for the eye check the hand speed (uh), Did I make you
uncomfortable, I walk around head high untouchable, I chew holes through a group like I love to do,
I'll eat a rapper like a dairy lea lunchable.
-Manny Da Rapper
Renegade
Breddas thinking like they know me, I guarantee ‘em they don’t know me no ways
I just give the people what they want like I’m the O’Jays
So that just mean I’m opening my old ways
To show you how I stay but I ain’t acting out the old days
Cos that was running at your head with a two piece
One bat, one brick, you could’ve caught a few with each
Till karma, it made me go redo my speech
Better my actions, they wanna see me losing reach
Short arms, high baskets, I wanna ball
They try and tell me no. No sir, not at all
Now I just watch them crawl like I done gotten tall
And plan the spacing for the plaque that soon will grace the wall
And no, they can’t match how I stay
Told ‘em I show you the game, call it Match Of the Day
I smash and decay, the mic gets mashed in a way
Group hate, get your batch disarrayed and
With words, your favourite rapper just a joke fam
Me I move letters better than the postman
So adios man, I’m off, you lost
Maybach Apple Flat screen shit, iBoss
Lil’ old me. Keep my temper in a sleeper till it grows and breeds
And I be tryna chill like a lemon ice tea
But I keep enough fire to evaporate the sea
Or part it like Moses. Prose is ferocious
Pose like the dopest with your spouse taking phone pics
Sauvé and you know it. Please know here
Ain’t no bullshit macking, just flavour in your ear
Bad Boys, Bad Boys, no feds
Fam, I eat pork but I don’t like pigs, nuff said
And that’s the only how I’m running B
‘Cept for running this game, kept fully under feet
Quiet Storm
I put my lifetime in between the papers lines
I pay homage heavy, but I don’t bite rhymes
D, yeah you heard of him, beats I been murdering
garms, I’ve been all blacked out like I’m burgling
Hurdling the potholes, scaling every fence
Had to lose friends shaking off Loose Ends
Cos hanging on a string had a brudda feeling tense
So I’m turning it around tryna see some recompense
And pence and pounds, tens and thous, I need dough
Cos kiddies need food, new beds and fresh clothes
And I ain’t tryna stunt no funds to press hoes
Just express my chest and bless shows
Breddas think I fell off of the earth, kinda rubbish is that?
I couldn’t fall off, even if the atlas was flat
Madness for chat, my works a breeze
Like I inline skate on a downhill street
(Chorus)
It’s the real, something you can feel
Have you wiling out just billing in your drums while you bump this
Dope to your eardrum
The raw uncut
Have a bredda O.D. cos it’s never enough (x2)
Your boy rock coke Air Forces, Ralph Polo Horses
Love London like t-shirts for tourists
From a place where, they don’t play fair
And grind like they tryna buy land on Mayfair, or Park Lane
Want Monopoly, I ain’t half playing
Better clear your plate before your second’s my aunt saying
I’m working ‘gainst the clock, for everything I got
So I maximise my every second to the dot, with my vision on the top
I can’t even picture kicking back
Till the money so enormous I can’t even fold a stack
And I’m in Zurich for the bank, Rollie on my flank
In a five star suite spending francs, cos if I’m being frank
My current balance closer to a blank
Feeling like my circumstances got me spanked
But you should know the struggle; this is common in our lives
And I’ll remove the frames so you can picture through my eyes
(Chorus)
Serial Killa
Tell breddas move back, hush the crap
New old school bredda tryna bridge the gap
I’m just bouncing round a beat like I was physically fat
Looking round at all my peers like where the lyrics is at
Cos I hear none, fear nothing except for my reflection
Time that I give the game a vivisection
Beats I ride, spray insecticide
Say the Lord loves hustlers, God bless the vibes
I tell ‘em with straight face, breddas is Black Lace
Aga doo doo, push pineapple and make space
I lay ‘em waste for fun with no strap bars
Breddas hide in their formation, I’m the vanguard
So ain’t no time for the games and I can’t ramp
Cos man might just jump the Atlantic with no ramp
Got a. Fire Camp like Bizzle do
Till I’m in a bespoke and lizard shoe, best know I’m killing tunes
Breath’s just an interlude, I attack raps
Like nittys attack crack or coppers harass blacks
I’m just, stating the facts; I’m nerdy ginger and white
You rappers are all garbage, say stop when I tell a lie
No? Look up and see how I’m fly
They say a bredda straight up outta his mind, you know I’m high
With no respite, chain smoke until I choke
Rap on every note, until the spirits gets evoke but
Back to these mortals, being formal, I abhor you
But my better mind’s cordial, I endure you
But if I get the gap then I’m gone, ‘cos
The change thinner than the string on a thong
And if you ain’t up on things
I’ll take six chicken wings, a fat steak and a pattie
I flow dirty like a baby’s nappy, that’s all crappy
Signed Mr. Dress Better than Your Boyfriend, Drazzie
Drive
Lyric visionary, spit a dictionary
Script a vivid picture on the paper, paint a Pictionary
Sick as dysentery. Rappers playing Tom, I’m playing Jerry so
Show me the money, hit the pedal like Andretti. Got a
Ferrari engine, I be lapping breddas rapping
Never napping and I know my destination due to mapping
And with, determination I be due to make it happen
I’m on jet fuel, move clouds, hear the thunder clapping
Said I’m built to thrive, just fixed my sight
I move Sith Lord, fully blacked out to ride
Plus a force field factor five, you back the hype
I’m back to the future, Mark McFly
Few spliffs, I can touch the sky, reach the moon
Flow stay hot like June or dope in spoons
A better straight up like noon in Air Forces
Power count in brake horses, of course its
(Chorus)
D.R.I.V.E.
Is all I need in my L.I.F.E
W.A.T.C.H. You’ll see
Pedal to the floor, blowing through so free (x2)
Can’t be stopped, I’m cock loaded till I’m shot
Till my stock pops off, check the plot
I got what the toppa top got, we got in common it’s that drive never say die, I walk among ‘em.
I was a wrongun 2nd begotten from the rotten, nah I aint forgotten sodden sweat picking cotton
that was forced upon ‘em the daily nightmare
But now ill chase the dream till I’m right there
More than exist, I’m living for this right here driving in top gear
Forward never looking rear
Living with no fear,
Driving with no spare,
God don't let the wheels fall off I’ll ride if u steer, trying to tell my peers its more than blood sweat ‘n
tears, prepare
Your careers, career off the pier when I appear. I’m hitting them targets,
Setting them goals
Ready to spark it,
My flame throws
Spitting that fire, Sit & admire
Study the prose,
Let me go
-Arise King David
(Chorus)
Ok wait they put Pro on a track called drive,
Mr 200 miles per hour brudda Fuck 25,
As long as I’m down to rock you can’t roll where I ride,
And I’m in the race of my life and they’re expecting bre’s alive, what are you high?
Look don’t eat, where I wanna eat, coz I wanna keep, what I wanna keep and then where alright,
But if you eat, what I wanna eat, then I gonna see it and then I’m gonna eat man a man alive,
That’s drive and with pride I will rival my peers, sick with it init, quick flick through the gears,
Parking assist blip blip’s what I hear, from whip when I hit and I sit on these bres,
Grammar who’s asking? Second gear, beats I’ve sparked some,
In top gear punch up the production then bounce like Clarkson,
C M axed Escort these guys out for living some Fiesta,
And can’t a Ford to Focus on fabrics not polyester,
While I’m on it every second whoever’s got it, get em
Wanna move Peckham out of man and can’t move man out of Peckham,
Just watch ride if you’re beside this guy and there’s a lot of talk in you,
Like Skype and Facetime I make you watch, who you’re talking to
-ProGrammar
Apache
Throwback season in effect
Just travelled through space and time to catch wreck
Health check, I fire on all decks
Put fire to wrapped buds the same colour as Shrek
Blaze up, cos man’ll shell down like war
Know I’m coming from behind like your girl on fours
Old school like Chicken George, I pick and gorge
Survival of the fittest so I flex with force
Spit cocky till my throat go hoarse
In a long sleeved T with the Polo horse
Try inspect my bars, all code like Morse
Bitch, respect a star, on Mike like Kors
Sweat rap when I open pores, I don’t play
And the day that they best my flow is no day
Spit like I piss on trees, just spray
Tryna make the revolution advance, I’m more Che
And that’s Guevara, I bomb and it’s Yokohama
These breddas bite, snap teeth like they piranhas
But I’m jaws on four- four, no sweat
Tick under my arms, I’m so sure, so bless
Deep like Loch Ness, kicks is box fresh
Breddas rock brands, still looking a hot mess
Like in the dark they got dressed
Real talk, me? I’m only battling God’s tests
Still make grade and don’t revise for shit
So for the futures, they better redevise the splits
Tell Manic I don’t like the pricks, but I’m cool in person
I’m learning how my mind plays tricks
But the grind don’t switch, like my rhymes don’t miss
Like a dope fiend itch, me I love this bitch
Still on course to make moves
Don’t watch I ain’t got no p, I paid dues
D.T.A.
Brudda I’m a loner
Rather be alone. A
Anti-social prick, my better natures in a coma
That’s how my life made me
What my life showed me
So that’s your offering for why I come across cold. Me
I used to hold my heart out, where the hell it got me
And now I hold an anger, can’t seem to get it off me
Cross me, I guarantee it’s costly
I guarantee I come across nuts before I come across softly
Chess player, best lay your pawns with a caution
Cos breddas want shares, got their fork in your portion
Extortion, from they see you gathering riches
I ain’t never really hustle; I was scared of the snitches
Silly breddas putting faith in bitches, no sense
And these little breddas talk like hoes, the shit blends
On my Drake ting, no new friends, I’m low key
And these dumb breddas know my face but don’t know me
(Chorus)
Man dem, I don’t trust one of them
Females, can’t trust none of them
All that I rely upon is little old I
Cos he never ever looked me in the mirror and lied
I be like, Steve Austin cos all I say
Don’t Trust Anybody man, D.T.A
D.T.A.
Stone Cold Steve Austin, D.T.A.
Nah, must have got my words confused
Excuse none, for all I know the brudda murdered truth
I spread love, but think like I was born last week
Ain’t been on games since the young’uns broke my PS3
But got my hands on this rapping like its PSP
To keep my hands off these dickheads running mouth on street
So praise God for this muthafrucking THC
Or I’d be out here for a straightener, no GHDs
Now think I trust a big butt and a smile, I’ll play nice
But paid flights and jet set life, nah where was you
When we was sat with no couch eating gravy and rice
Waiting for power to put back on the lights
Go get back on your line, and back off of mine
No free rides.
How I’m helping out yours and I ain’t even niced mine
Shit. I’m just tryna get where I’m going
Why even have heart when man can still end up like Owen
(Chorus)
Man say these hoes ain’t loyal; please know these bros ain’t too
Some liar liars and falsifiers who pree mans moves
But wasn’t there in your pain. Nah, they just plot on your gains
They strip the carcass off your meat and leave the birds your remains
I remain, so watchful, of the potholes
Been on my guard since I was little and snot nosed
I stay cold hearted, even your thot knows.
Bipolar, stuck between two poles
And all that I got left with me is instinct
You could say I read between the lines
But that would mean that all deceit is written
It truly isn’t so I read between the eyes
So I’m with me and mine, and with them I draw a line
Other man will wait to slip a butchers knife into your spine
So I don’t trust no one or pretend to G
No depends, only person I depend on’s me.
(Chorus x2)
The Runner
Flow Michael Jackson, I’m bad
If they don’t love me they’re mad
What’s not dope with me and my swag?
I’m so on point I’m Floyd with a jab
But go Pacquiao with them hooks though
Bishop taking them rooks slow
Take your Queen if she looks bro
Working up to a King’s dough
I’m on fire bitch, I need hosing down
Fire bitch, while I pose around
Detonated, better hose the crown
I said fire bitch, receive hoes and crowns
Lord, forgive me please
I’m head and shoulders above, they can kiss my knees
So high I could swing from trees
Bless these green leaves
Yes these lined sheet
Contain fine speech
‘Bout sweet dreams and my streets
And nightmares on hype beats
I light weed and zone out
Dank smoke get blown out
Bare brainwaves get blow out
Off running beats with my phone out,
Said I light weed and zone out
Dank smoke get blown out
Bare brainwaves get blow out
Off running beats with my phone out,
And I’m fly.