[Intro]
I ain't hittin' it back I'm splittin' the racket
I ain't hittin' it back I'm splittin' the racket
I ain't hittin' it back I'm splittin' the racket
I ain't hittin' it back I'm splittin' the racket
I ain't hittin' it back I'm splittin' the racket
I ain't hittin' it back I'm splittin' the racket
I ain't hittin' it back I'm splittin' the racket
I ain't hittin' it back I'm splittin' the racket
[Verse 1:]
I'm comin' straight outta Brighton
A crazy motherfucker named Wizzy
Sirens in the city like I'm rollin 'round with Dizzy
You was in the basement with a plectrum gettin' picky
I was in the basement with a couple eigths I'm gettin' sticky
(It's like a) It's like a OOH!
Makin' a brudder go high pitched
All of these mandem are tellin' me that when I get on the mic it's a hype ting
Vibezin', don't wanna hear no violin
Big beat from the Dike like sick sick sick! that time again (it's that time again!)
Look, I ain't hittin' it back I'm splittin' the racket
You got that literal whackness spread upon your lyrical sandwich
All of my brothers be lovin' the way I be spittin' erratic
Rappin' as sick as the fashion, never my mind on 'em, I'll spit in the face of an enemy
Wizzy be movin' like hazardous
For music I'm jet settin' like Led Zeppelin
I hate talking love rappin' I intend reppin'
Fuck bench pressin' I cover my food in French Dressin'
Playin' football munchin' on a pasty call me Gregg Beckham
Oh no brudda ya listenin' to a megolomanic
Master of modesty that contrast is enigmatic
And I could pen it backwards
Plus I got my pick of the perfect places to pen a passage
Watch me pitter patter to different parts of a written pattern
Plus alliteration a wicked blag for a sicker stanza
Watch me dip in lava, my fickle thoughts in this sea of magma
Plus I got the slang to decipher gibber blacker than Sagna
Mad with the grammar I tell 'em
I ain't hittin' it back I'm splittin' the racket
I ain't hittin' it back I'm splittin' the racket
I ain't hittin' it back I'm splittin' the racket
I ain't hittin' it back I'm splittin' the racket
I ain't hittin' it back I'm splittin' the racket
I ain't hittin' it back I'm splittin' the racket
I ain't hittin' it back I'm splittin' the racket
I ain't hittin' it back I'm splittin' the racket
[Verse 1:]
I'm comin' straight outta Brighton
A crazy motherfucker named Wizzy
Sirens in the city like I'm rollin 'round with Dizzy
You was in the basement with a plectrum gettin' picky
I was in the basement with a couple eigths I'm gettin' sticky
(It's like a) It's like a OOH!
Makin' a brudder go high pitched
All of these mandem are tellin' me that when I get on the mic it's a hype ting
Vibezin', don't wanna hear no violin
Big beat from the Dike like sick sick sick! that time again (it's that time again!)
Look, I ain't hittin' it back I'm splittin' the racket
You got that literal whackness spread upon your lyrical sandwich
All of my brothers be lovin' the way I be spittin' erratic
Rappin' as sick as the fashion, never my mind on 'em, I'll spit in the face of an enemy
Wizzy be movin' like hazardous
For music I'm jet settin' like Led Zeppelin
I hate talking love rappin' I intend reppin'
Fuck bench pressin' I cover my food in French Dressin'
Playin' football munchin' on a pasty call me Gregg Beckham
Oh no brudda ya listenin' to a megolomanic
Master of modesty that contrast is enigmatic
And I could pen it backwards
Plus I got my pick of the perfect places to pen a passage
Watch me pitter patter to different parts of a written pattern
Plus alliteration a wicked blag for a sicker stanza
Watch me dip in lava, my fickle thoughts in this sea of magma
Plus I got the slang to decipher gibber blacker than Sagna
Mad with the grammar I tell 'em
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