The Other Side

Tell the barber stop f**kin with my hairline
Got mine fitted to the side when I wear mine
Why these boys keep reachin for my plate knowin I dont wanna share mine
Why these boys keep lyin when they swear blind
Why they talking like I never made bare grime
Talk tools like I never had a spare 9
Why they reachin for my pockets like its their grind
They better recline
Dont dont need a co sign from the mayor cos I got a pretty penny
I aint beggin in my spare time
Why these bitches wanna hit me with the bare whine
Tell me hit it bareback these bitches aint even worth the airtime
Why these singers always gotta use Melodyne
Why these rappers on their phone on the radio they aint got prepared lines
Why you gotta keep gassin up their dead rhymes
Why I gotta be a hater when I tell the truth
Why I gotta like your shitty fire in the booth
If youre really spittin fire wheres the bloody proof
I aint hatin on the youth if you aint got the juice
Whats the bloody use
Cos Im used to the true spitters on the roof
East side of the river thats the bloody roots
Had to put in work like a pair of muddy boots
Too big for my boots thats the truth
No excuse for you new recruits
Bunch of dilutes and a few flukes
Ive been out of the loop
Gotta pepper MCs with a few nukes
Bunch of fashion MCs think theyre too cute
Bunch of rubbish MCs stick em in a chute
Chuck emout of a helicopter with no parachute
I had to jump through hoops
Im a true brute
It aint up for dispute
How bad do you want it
Do you really really want it
How bad do you want it
Do you really really want it
How bad do you want it
Do you really really want it
Do you really really want it
If you want it then Im on it
Why these bredders beggin a re union
Whys the godfather
Why you actin like you never knew and hes movin new again
There aint ever gonna be another crew again
So tell willy that I dont need a pen pal
Stop writin me these letters cos I dont know what to do with them
It aint ever gonna be 03 or 02
They dont do it how I did it
Somebody tell me what Ive gotta prove again
I was runnin round the manor like a hooligan
I was linkin up with gavin he was slewin them
Would have been a mad ting
If he blew all these little grime kids aint got a clue
I aint even got a problem with the newer gen
But all these rappers that youre begging I will ruin them
And tell mega he can make all the noise that he wants
But Ill put him on his arse in a swamp with a few of them
Theyre still talkin about my old wars
Folklore still talkin bout my old bars
Got my thinkin that its all Im really known for
I aint runnin from no one I fought my own wars
C1 northstar thats a war lord
If they only knew the way flip the scoreboard
And tell wes that hes pukka and a mukka hes still a mad man
And a nutter and the heat I just cant afford
Coz Im on tour they want an encore
Yeah sure thats what Im on for
Tell the promoters that they gotta put me on more
Im like an elevator stoppin at the wrong floor
I aint got no regrets if I did have a set
It would be that I never flew Concorde
Now my flow is complete cah I dont want no raasclaat beat
How bad do you want it
Do you really really want it
How bad do you want it
Do you really really want it
How bad do you want it
Do you really really want it
Do you really really want it
If you want it then Im on it