[Intro: Big Narstie]
MoboCypher
BDL, Base Defence League, large up 67
Big up Abra Cadabra
Shell, BDL Skank out now
Yo
[Verse 1: Big Narstie]
Mouth as foul as a potty
Showed these man 'bout body
12 gauge, I be on rage, you'll be pissing in a bag and shitting in a potty
I'm on the Star Trek life, it's Captain Kirk with a shotty
Aim this ting at the opp', click, click boom, beam me up Scotty
When man's in the hot seat
They find legs fam, running like Merlene Ottey
I am a made man, so is my team Carmine, Clemenza, Gotti
In this grime scene, understand this you fucking fuckers, I am Michael Corleone
Walk through the valley of the death, I know that my shadow's got me
45 Big bro, Uncle shotty
My grandpa's a Mac-10
If I cry and grab that Lycra phone, it's a fucking mad ting
Sports Direct tracksuits, only for clicking and clacking and a whole deeper action
Lights, camera, action
Oi fam, man's ready for action
My life is a movie, it's a horror film, with a whole heap of action
Them man there's movie, it's a romance, skip that forward, we want the action
The click and the clacking, the boom and the bang
Basics, base, oh shit Narstie's back with a plan
Back to the corned beef and rice, back to the tuna, back to the yard food
Back to the cho cho, back to the fucking yam
Kunta Kinte with Django, oh shit he's a problem, damn
Who's that man who smokes in London like he's living in 'Dam
And I know I can
Crush these man like ants
Sweet niggas, they all have period cramps
They say they make P, they buy Benz's, fam they're fucking tramps
My gas pipe's boom, that means the rave is going mad
Pain and chill when I does this
Man see my cuz chain in the rave swinging, blood
Think of MC Hammer, you can't touch this
I've been a G inside my mum's crutches
AL, 6 to the 7, too fire
MoboCypher
BDL, Base Defence League, large up 67
Big up Abra Cadabra
Shell, BDL Skank out now
Yo
[Verse 1: Big Narstie]
Mouth as foul as a potty
Showed these man 'bout body
12 gauge, I be on rage, you'll be pissing in a bag and shitting in a potty
I'm on the Star Trek life, it's Captain Kirk with a shotty
Aim this ting at the opp', click, click boom, beam me up Scotty
When man's in the hot seat
They find legs fam, running like Merlene Ottey
I am a made man, so is my team Carmine, Clemenza, Gotti
In this grime scene, understand this you fucking fuckers, I am Michael Corleone
Walk through the valley of the death, I know that my shadow's got me
45 Big bro, Uncle shotty
My grandpa's a Mac-10
If I cry and grab that Lycra phone, it's a fucking mad ting
Sports Direct tracksuits, only for clicking and clacking and a whole deeper action
Lights, camera, action
Oi fam, man's ready for action
My life is a movie, it's a horror film, with a whole heap of action
Them man there's movie, it's a romance, skip that forward, we want the action
The click and the clacking, the boom and the bang
Basics, base, oh shit Narstie's back with a plan
Back to the corned beef and rice, back to the tuna, back to the yard food
Back to the cho cho, back to the fucking yam
Kunta Kinte with Django, oh shit he's a problem, damn
Who's that man who smokes in London like he's living in 'Dam
And I know I can
Crush these man like ants
Sweet niggas, they all have period cramps
They say they make P, they buy Benz's, fam they're fucking tramps
My gas pipe's boom, that means the rave is going mad
Pain and chill when I does this
Man see my cuz chain in the rave swinging, blood
Think of MC Hammer, you can't touch this
I've been a G inside my mum's crutches
AL, 6 to the 7, too fire
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