[Verse 1: MicTy]
Chat shit, get banged
Get my Vardy on, I'll be doing alright, then
Heard he's repping, watch me in 13 seconds
McGregor left, leave him right there
Gang alright then, dem man alright then
That's why Ty leaves himself to him
Walk around blind and it's Wolverine
That's why in life man ah held a stick
Weren't alright then but it's alright now
Work on my sound, work on my pounds
Work on my town, work is light now
Alright then, alright now
Work on moves and ting, so match fit
You're on a losing ting, go practice
And I've had feds on my tail, tryna lose these pricks
Like losing kids in Asda's, alright then
[Hook: MicTy]
Don't get booked in the dance, get took for a palm
You're a mook, you're a par
Alright then, who the hell is this kid?
I'm leveling big, you ain't leveling kick
Alright then, no girls, no sales
Alright then, oh well, he failed
Alright then, no, we don't play, don
Soon take off, guess we're doing alright then
[Verse 2: MicTy]
Man were talking Os till we walked in homes
Now I've got a wardrobe, TV, Xbox, alright then
Bedroom, guest room too, alright then
Real bunch of fools, liars
That was his so-called trap
Local lad? Alright, then
Hear what, though, I'm off, I hear sirens
Off in the Batmobile, off in the night and
Hmm, man are gone
You know MicTy, man are don
Your wifey loves all of my songs
Come to my shows, skank out, sing along
Alright then, I ain't suit and tie
I'm tracksuit and Nike and I'm doing alright
Ain't watch a next man, I'm doing alright
Man are left-handed and I'm doing alright, then
[Hook: MicTy]
Don't get booked in the dance, get took for a palm
You're a mook, you're a par
Alright then, who the hell is this kid?
I'm leveling big, you ain't leveling kick
Alright then, no girls, no sales
Alright then, oh well, he failed
Alright then, no, we don't play, don
Soon take off, guess we're doing alright then
[Verse 3: PK]
OK, you so wanna test the 'Bré?
Man get left in a fucked up way
Chalk line ting like Merky ACE
Yuck, yuck, mud in your face
Man wanna war me? World War 3
Better pray to God that something stops me
Mind out 'fore your face get ugly
Ting in the pouch, yeah, man are jumpy
On the roads from '06, man ah know me
Pagan King on the roads, don't sleep
Little PK's been about from way back
When I used to wake up bare early
To watch the TV
But fuck that, now man are going on greaze
I'll kill an MC for the Ps, it's easy for me
Guarantee man are gonna D-I-E
[Hook: MicTy]
Don't get booked in the dance, get took for a palm
You're a mook, you're a par
Alright then, who the hell is this kid?
I'm leveling big, you ain't leveling kick
Alright then, no girls, no sales
Alright then, oh well, he failed
Alright then, no, we don't play, don
Soon take off, guess we're doing alright then
[Verse 4: Lyrical Strally]
Try diss LS, I was like "alright then
Come radio, pick up the mic, then"
We could go rounds on the mic on Tyson
I never knew 'em, you don't wanna see a general on violence
Dem man are typing
On Twitter, they're lying
You ain't greaze, dem man are fiends
Dem man rattle, talk to the opps like pythons (snakes)
LS, the black mamba
Stand up tall like a volt or a pylon
Go on like Tyson, I'm gonna mic 'em
Izzie, Saint, you just wanna fight them
They're spineless, we're not like them
That's why I don't like them
Same genre but we don't spit like them
Diss me? I'll be like "alright, then"
[Hook: MicTy]
Don't get booked in the dance, get took for a palm
You're a mook, you're a par
Alright then, who the hell is this kid?
I'm leveling big, you ain't leveling kick
Alright then, no girls, no sales
Alright then, oh well, he failed
Alright then, no, we don't play, don
Soon take off, guess we're doing alright then
