Yeah MFTM MFT MFT MFTM
Welcome to the life of a Maverick
Guns spark n your soul disappears like magic
Some cunts thought that they were Big men
Til I hit them with a bar barrage
N they step the fuck down just like Farage
When this fucking Country's falling apart
And both of the rats have abandoned the ark
I guess they never really cared for our hearts
Think its time that we take it back to the start
Behead Tony Blair 'cause he kept us in the dark
I feel like takin' so many pills
I'm lost in my head, not supposed to be chill
You pose for the thrill
I'm honin my skill
You're sellin you're sellin your soul
You're sellin you're sellin your soul
I'm screamin for help, but nobody will
So it's like I got lyrics for your whole crew
Show up in all black like guess who?
What kinda man calls himself a boy?
You ain't in the sky with that shit, stop that noise
You're a liar n a bitch
You've never done any fucking dirt in the bits
I'm not glamourising taking that risk
But these middle class rappers better just keep their fuckin lips zipped
Before I fire on 'em in the streets
Have em all takin fits
Nah they don't want war
I'll murder the rhythm so fast
Bodies hit the floor before I even get the clip in
Man I'm different, You got two chains on
Ideal take em off in an instant
You'd snitch if it meant you wouldn't go to prison
You're blinded by materialism
Clearly a fraud, x4
Just imagine how he looks in the eyes of his god
With nothin but fake jewels and versace on
It's more money, More madness
These cunts must wanna host a pageant
Just want the paper
Man, I'm enlightening the new thunder
Nobody spits harder, I am fed up
'Cause cunts are bringing the fuckin feds up
After callin for war
Man, fuck the scheme, free
All my real ones locked down
Don't drown in your thoughts
What do you wanna see when your heart beat stop?
The ceiling of a 6 x 8 box, man I think not
You better not stop round here
Drop tops get took too easy
Drop kick to the chest so hard
That your mother fucking waynes sitting in the back of the car are gonna feel wheezy
Man, Don't tease me, with your weak sound
Never get held down, stand on my own
Compose this flow so you know my soul froze
My aura's the ozone
Burn you up if you think of diving in
Like a known hoe ain't got time for trends
Ain't got time for friends
Ain't go time to spend
Penniless n fatherless
The government didn't clean the streets around my way
Just stashed the mess
I don't really want this fuckin fame, you can have the press
I just wanna be cashing cheques
But mate I got that dope flow
Bricks broke down right under your nose so
You can smell the diesel on every corner of the globe, oh
Yeah, Welcome to the gangland
Ounces floodin the streets
Survivours of the waves are coming back to scrape the last of the sand bags
Wait let me stop that
'Cause I don't wanna be a typical cunt
That uses that played out drug dealer image
To try and stack up rap cash man
Patch that, man
Look at the legacy these types of cunts have left
I ain't destined to die a local death
I'm the Shogun, How could you pose a threat?
Yeah you know that I'm villainous
Slice through you simpletons, ( Nah, Nah)
You couldn't kill, kill
Never mind injure this
Back on that ninja shit
Slaughter is syllabus
Yeah that shit is just ingrained on my penmanship
Roots are replenishing
Whenever I go to severe them
Better to tether them to the weight of a van
Gogh's burdon
A gesture of love leaves man uncertain
But trust me when I say I'll fuckin hurt him
No casket, Just blood on the curtains
MFTM
