Incomparable

He's just another foul captor full of These rappers who lack the wow factor Tell 'em straight to their face and they wanna scowl at ya Proud actors feeding off false encouragement And bottle fed freaks who reek of their own punishment You can't tell me nothing about this rap ting here Say sutting it fall on a deaf ear like what Full steaming this bitch with your best gear, what's that Got something to say come on let's hear oi Pour liquor into my right kidney and stick Your middles up in the atmosphere if you're with me Man I don't give a fuck where your from Race, colour, creed, sexuality or relig-ion Gone, let's get this show on the road Blow and unload, counting up the doe that I'm owed While I tick boxes, catching flies with one chopstick Killing live shows with a flow that's become toxic As soon as he drops it don't wheel it I mean it with your fingers in your ears you can still feel it That shit that manifest from within the chest Who'd have guessed I was more butters than an EasyJet stewardess? Yes, it's cool dress me I know what they're trying to pull but it's all bless me That's what you call messy I'm still scrawny, 10% angry 90% horny Your mums calling is a regular occurrence So I linked her up to dead off the pussy without the pet insurance Secure in the knowledge I'm on some next endurance I'll murder your disco for less than 20 duros Surely you've heard of me on that tune when I'm Bolting all prematurely and throwing salt in the wound 2pac isn't dead you mug and Biggies on the moon They've got Jimi Hendrix on the decks and Whitney on the spoon Soon come but then we've moved on She loves a ginger chicken mushroom with the udon Can't rely on the shovel to get the mood on That's why I backed the gal and then hammered it like a true don Man a rudeboy, your a new boy Who the fuck is talking to you boy Swear to god, Buddha and Allah If it isn't over something it's the mother fucking udder You shudder, il keep on bunning that lemony hubba-dolla It's naddah but not really Take a step back might see it a lot clearly Snap your neck back as I giggle and bop freely Catch a sunburn, with that ahh you got pealy Pop wheely, shot CD's are dropped yearly A lot of rappers think they're coming close but not nearly Stick it in your face and let the brains blow I stay wavy like the end credits of a game show Two parable, incomparable The way I keep twisting them up like balloon animals Yeah Dabbla's on that shit that you Couldn't write, not in your fucking life Gimme the fucking mic! Gimme the women, the jewellery, Cars and funds and a big fuck off Skip I can burn them in when I'm done I'll sum it up in one stale breath, fetch the bayonets I'd love to burn a milli I haven't got that care left Saying that il be back on that shit I started with Me, myself and I have decided to form a partnership A tried relationship, you get three strikes Before we all turn up on bikes and start spraying shit This back in the day and shit Could always count on Dabbla cause his rappers ain't saying shit I'll stick to this gig and I'll keep chipping away and shit They must fucking love it cause it really ain't paying shit Well I am m getting paid but it's hard to explain and shit Ain't enough to maintain a stable relationship Ain't enough to cop a fucking yacht or a plane and ship This weird entertainment shit, I swear to god It can fuck right off!