[Hook]
When trouble comes knockin' I'll be ready, alright
Put my fists up, ready to fight
But I ain't got to put my fists up every time
Who needs actions when you got, you got words?
And I ain't gotta pull the heat like here we go
I ain't gotta lose my head like years ago
Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, whoah-oh-oh-oh
Who needs actions--
[Verse 1]
Who needs actions when you got words?
I ain't afraid to get physical
It's just that I hit harder when I spit on a verse
Cause I'm a sick spitter, spit so sick that it hurts
So sick at spitting I can even spit in reverse, still
You can step up to my face if that's the way that you feel
Throw a punch, I'll throw one back an show you one for real
Lost a lot of so-called mates since I signed this record deal
One more wanker bringing hate won't matter now I'm paying bills
No staying still, waiting for a giro
Feeling so frustrated I could stab someone in the eye with a biro
Having to drive slow every time I see the five-O
Cause there's a nine bar of skunk in my trunk and it's live-O
Used to shot the high grade peng so I'm used to cats that beg for scraps
And cat crack that don't make sense
Kai was true due even when you go to great lengths
I see through you like glass and fake friends
When trouble comes knockin' I'll be ready, alright
Put my fists up, ready to fight
But I ain't got to put my fists up every time
Who needs actions when you got, you got words?
And I ain't gotta pull the heat like here we go
I ain't gotta lose my head like years ago
Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, whoah-oh-oh-oh
Who needs actions--
[Verse 1]
Who needs actions when you got words?
I ain't afraid to get physical
It's just that I hit harder when I spit on a verse
Cause I'm a sick spitter, spit so sick that it hurts
So sick at spitting I can even spit in reverse, still
You can step up to my face if that's the way that you feel
Throw a punch, I'll throw one back an show you one for real
Lost a lot of so-called mates since I signed this record deal
One more wanker bringing hate won't matter now I'm paying bills
No staying still, waiting for a giro
Feeling so frustrated I could stab someone in the eye with a biro
Having to drive slow every time I see the five-O
Cause there's a nine bar of skunk in my trunk and it's live-O
Used to shot the high grade peng so I'm used to cats that beg for scraps
And cat crack that don't make sense
Kai was true due even when you go to great lengths
I see through you like glass and fake friends
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