Kickin' sippin' sittin' rippin in Boughton
I'm attending the funeral of every beat that I'm slaughtering
It's the next best thing see me giving it the biggun
Fools be busy being bitter just be feeling my rhythm
Now swim through the rhymes still ain't wasting my time
Finding it hard to own the stage without a DJ or hype guy
We still fly lack of movement we tireless
Sort out my stage presence and invest in a wireless
See I'm still trying to find something to write a hook about
And I'm still struggling to find something to give a fuck about
No muck around feelings here or dodgy dealer dealings
Yo turn up and raise the ceiling so fresh we fucking gleaming
Stick the radio off, whack on a mad playlist
Always getting ahead because I ain't afraid to take risks
But imma take you on this ride with me because I'm sound
Working make the pounds then come home and fuck around break


Fresh shit, like we smell of roses
It's the V-I-L and bout time you know this
Diagnosis says that most of this is fucked but I'm toasty
Turn the fucking music up and start to listen closely
Is this an interlude or is it just another tune?
Made the final cut because why not I had shit else to do
And I don't know really know what I'm doing
Only I'm improving and that's on every level here including
Brewing up the next fucking anthem to dance at
Know that you don't need to take a chance, just a glance at
Now I'm feeling like I'm glowing, only gold flowing
Believe me when I'm telling you that now you're only knowing
That I'll get another one of these
Up inside your head and scream
Every single lyric loving every single minute
Filling every single clinic hitting every single critic
Selling every single ticket breaking every single limit
Bang


Admit it yo you heard worse
Probably gave it time and swerved it first
Birthed it, and came out with this third verse
Work for everything so I deserve it always diving in head first
Who's got nerve? I do what I do to entertain heads
Maybe pick up some cash and buy new treads or threads
Share it out make the love spread, anything but a set to do with me and
I'll probably stay in bed, you heard tell them
That I'm the type of guy to fix a broken leg with TCP and sudocrem
You never know me doing anything or what I do to them
I do attempt the best of it and go on now and represent
The CH3 we Boughton heads and get on now with no events
Ripping this shit to shreds giving it hundred ten percent
Living it up to the point where we content
In the end all these weaknesses and strengths
Everything goes west like your head gets sent