Busker Flow

Let the games begin A million ways to win I'm sick of the waiting Sick of the pain I live with this weight within That weighs me down but never-the-less I find a way to win I pick up the pace and simmer the game, they're shook at the pace I bring Embrace the saviour, they're thinking of ways to slay the king Running away from ways of sin, she thinking of ways to break me in Delivering major, I kill a narrator The bigger the work-rate, the bigger the paper I'm telling them **** your validation boy, I validate myself These rappers couldn't stomach me, they punch below the belt Sitting and dreaming of palm trees More drive than a car thief Your luke-warm that's half heat I'm Lupe, I'm Kweli, I'm Mos Def, I'm Ali Who in the hell wanna spar me, this ain't a regular party Somebody ring an alarm please, might pole-vault to the next stage I been ahead of the next wave, and the next wave, and the next wave Labels are playing a guess game, I'll be the king in the chess game Telling 'em, give me the cheque, mate I'm a black man in a white world with a mad flow and a fresh fade Couldn't see this in an x-ray Space bars better escape Coulda I lost hope but kept faith No games but I get played Stone's back with a new flow Dons like where did you go? Got new smoke, gotta move though Through the backdoors and the loopholes Move slow then you lose hope, gotta think fast, never stoop low Few scars from a few foes, now we move smart never too close Head in the game, telling them give me the praise Tables are turning we getting it burning they could never sever the flame Don't want a regular wage Bruv we will be coming of age Something to nothing I promise I'm coming I'm setting it up in a blaze Gluttonous brothers who plotting on me I'm in a cut with a couple of gs I wouldn't bother to borrow the 1 Running the shot I just bob and I weave Never forgetting that nothing is free I been ahead of the mom in the lead I was a brother with nothing to see One of the rappers who got a degree I'm just a brother with nothing to hide Ready to get it no matter the heights Give you a little advice, don't be the one that be living a lie If you be plotting you better be wise Never be letting them get in your light Probably be trying to be killing the vibe I will endeavour to sever the ties Spending my hours on keeping the relevance I was the brother with nothing but eminence Double the pressure we nothing but elegant I was a man who believe in development Hard faith, had to be prevalent Last place never was evident Even though I was ahead of them I was determined to make them irrelevant Leave them for dead and I come for their regiment I'll be the king of the residence, put me on letterman I'm in my element, I was 11 when I was a G Gimme the mic, running the king Hungry as ever, nothing to eat Nothing to something, I body the beat None of you brothers got nothing on me Uh, stones here Busker Flow