Yankees Cap E

Yo. Uh. Hey. Bass back drums. Here we go. Uh. Yankees cap to the back, Write bars, smoke weed as I'm sat in the Flat. Same beat on repeat as I rap the Track. That's one flawless plan of attack. Protect myself from stabs in the back. Get this, get that, have some of that. How do these man get gassed when they rap? Your 16 sounds like, "Bap-diddy, bap-diddy, Bap-diddy, bap." No content there. That sounds like all that you got said there. Out in the open, you got left there. Sent home, like you got sent where? That's back to your yard, mate, got sent there. Knock him out his shoes, that's one less pair. Your gig all but your clock said dead. Who tried your luck? No one said yeah. No one said safe. No spuds or handshakes. You're going down like I drunk the can, mate. I'm gonna flip, no fucking pancake. How did we get here? I don't understand, mate. Broke out like I jumped the damn gate. You get the picture, not just the landscape. A lot of let downs like the bus that Ran late. But just strap that, ride the mad Wave. Yeah, got bait like steak, no grape though. Two four-packs of cider from Tesco. Let's go. Pissed as I walk up the Heathrow. I killed that set with the best flow. You made a meal of yours with no chef, Though. Keep putting on all those dead shows. Me, I roll jazz and style when I step, So try that shit 'round here and get sent Home. Extra shit, no side of fries. Kinda MC MCs idolize. Command respect as I write my rhymes. You chiefs still trying to find the light. It gets much harder to find the time to Make my shit blow like dynamite. Keep working, box if I decline. Still clutching on that cider pint. Still clutching on that lager can. Still swigging on that whiskey bottle. Move into the fast lane, hit the throttle. I bring the vibe, what I bring's colossal. Done gigs with Quays and a gig with Botul. Shout to the crew, shit's historical. 'Cause we keep it real like this is gospel. I'm pissed on stage, I'm pretty docile. Finish that show, fuck off then I sit back. Now Sitting, I'm stoned I'm and stoned I still And I keep still the spliff keep the back. Spliff back. Shit that Shit I said that I In said my past, in my so bars, I Lift no, I that. live that. Took my Took Shot my at shot the game, at the got Game, the got-kickback. Always have, still spit Facts. Talk shit, get thrown out like a bin Bag. Saw me on the wave like the kid's Dad. Light it, smoke that, drink that, sniff that. That "Just Say No" campaign didn't work for me When I was up in school. Did they take me for some fucking fool? And not realize that drugs are cool? The doses I take are adjustable and it's always Strong and it doesn't fall. Won't pick and choose, I love 'em all. I'll scream, "Legalize," if I come to rule.