[Verse 1: Doc Brown]
Take a look over your shoulder, bro, I'm overtaking
I know I'm breaking all your hopes and oh it's so frustrating
Flow creating, though I'm making yo I'm close to caking
I know it's hard to be happy for me
Put on this race track, face facts
Got the kind of place that's slicker than a pair of Ray-Bans in a Maybach
I don't just create raps, I live a life-size step in fake crap
Oh you hate that, take that
[Verse 2: Mikill Pane]
No, he ain't Garry Barlow, I ain't Mark Owen
But so many rappers can't cope when we start flowin'
Spotify really should be rightfully mine, fools, because my wave's big enough to rival TIDAL's
I think it's time for me to sink this ship
I run rings around your team on some Olympic shit
We came to mess with MCs, making efforts to lead
Mate forget it, just relay the message
[Hook: Doc Brown and Mikill Pane]
I got this from here
Yea, I got this from here
I got this from here
Give me the baton (give me the baton), give me the baton
Yea, I got this from here (yea)
I got this from here (yea)
I got this from here
Give me the baton (give me the baton), give me the baton
[Verse 3: Mikill Pane]
Yo, [?] when I step in like an athlete
Treat a studio session like a track meet
Can't catch me
No mad to the gender
I'll clash any men or Caster Semenya
Magic dropper
I'm not always a rapid jotter
But I can get ahead of Bolt like Harry Potter
You don't know how many wars I've fought
I've got such big balls, I reckon this is more like sport
[Verse 4: Doc Brown]
Yo, I'm in the four by four hundreds
Bruv, I run this
Melt the soles of my Huaraches
I'm kamikaze
Dictate a race like a Nazi
On a dark street, outrun your fleet with my crusty Jamaican feet
Hydroplaning in my lane
Wind and rain, Mikill glide right by you
Literally, bring the Pane
When I skim, man
It cuts more than skin deep, you jump out your skin
I casually skin teeth
Believe
[Hook: Doc Brown and Mikill Pane]
I got this from here
Yea, I got this from here
I got this from here
Give me the baton (give me the baton), give me the baton
Yea, I got this from here
Yea, I got this from here
I got this from here
Give me the baton (give me the baton), give me the baton
[Verse 5: Doc Brown]
Shining like I'm on a jewellery heist
Pick it up and run with it
Doing stunts with it
You want it, then come get it
Bun tracks in a tag team
Can't catch me
[Verse 6: Mikill Pane and Doc Brown]
Gun clapping still in fashion in my part of Hackney
Don't live the road life, but my bars are big tools
Big four five's to your starter pistols
The clips full but when the hammer gets pulled it's just amazing, I'll be the bullet to its destination
Never waiting
They think they know what time it is, they only estimated but they know it's record breaking
Hesitating and that millisecond's really gonna cost ya
Snooze you lose it get's proved when we cross the line over there Guess the time's coming near
Running scared
Proper fear
But we got it from here
Brother's wouldn't know dope if they smoked it these days
DJ, everybody, move for the relay
[Outro: Doc Brown and Mikill Pane]
I got this from here
Yea, I got this from here
I got this from here
Give me the baton (give me the baton), give me the baton
Yea, I got this from here
Yea, I got this from here
I got this from here
Give me the baton (give me the baton), give me the baton
Yea, I got this from here
Yea, I got this from here
I got this from here
Give me the baton (give me the baton), give me the baton
Yea, I got this from here
Yea, I got this from here
I got this from here
Give me the baton (give me the baton), give me the baton
Cheers
