Its only me spittin fire acquired from the higher levels of hell
Supplyin writing that might be exciting the venomous cells
Of my anatomy.. factually there aint no matchin me or catchin me
It had to be.. a fast emcee.. its blasphemy the way I rap with speed
And actually, there aint no sur-passin me
Unless my success was less.. I was stressed.. or if I gasp to breathe
……………………To take an extra breath..
Expect the best as AOK reps and wrecks the set
(((HOOK)))
Its only me, I’m in first place, never comin second best
On the podium with a mic, Fallen on my right, Awk on my left
Cos Twista or Tonedeff.. couldn’t better where we’re stepping next..
Disectin reps.. and blowin up quicker than Kanye West..
U could never second guess what im about to do.. Bouncing thru..
Equipped with a quick wit to trounce ya crew
Astoundin two, or three of the best vets ever to test
Fightin biters till they lifeless and just Enk was left
Yea I took a rest.. but now I’m back breakin spines
Of kids who don’t know what the fuck is cookin till its baking time
And paid the price of sayin that I’d fade with time
Cos as soon as I step back up – the Stage is mine
(((HOOK)))
They said that I’m CRAZY and no-one can save me
With lyrics as sick as Exorcist fuckin a baby
Just maybe they’ll daydream ‘bout how venomous I spit
And shit.. I admit I’m only the second illest Brit ((YE-AH!))
………………… I come back and what do I find?
A crowd of brainwashed kids believing stories and lies
I’ve said a million times – I’m not tryna get signed
I’m tryna write lyrics with spirit – don’t feel it? That’s fine..
(((HOOK Out)))
