i got a diamond heart, bringin pleasure to the art form
alot of these cats feel pressure to be smart born
whats that? you wana rhyme with a meta cat?
but your tracks whack recyled more than tetra pack
matters of fact become matters of rap, man
daggers n that become daggers in rap, damn
hackers on laps become rappers with mics
just whacker on tracks and man tha aint right
trust the fella with the stella hangin out at the bar
and he'l get you from a tenna to drivin a car
nice yes yes but he has come from afar
might take me money n not see him agen laaa
fight for your place as a star, so maybe ya right
dont think of the price, jus think of ma life
wont drink on the night, must clink on tha mic
like farts in the night, mayb its kinda nice
my hearts all of diamond, an im addin a spice
to this life...
takin it from page up onto the stage lad,
actin my age slip into a rage mad
blaggin my mates chick up in his face ha
anythin 2 get me recognition from hard cats
now thats in the past so im movin on fast
but sum of these twats must be on the crack
for all these attacks thinkin i wud react
brought myself back ya thinkin i wud be whack, no
thought steppin clacked by all of this crap, woah
not even spellers knew prick was 2 letters
at the end of my tether, hotter than sweaters
she wants a go getter n all while you pet her
shes lookin at me and im gettin her wetter
may sting like a bee, but i aint like feather
cos only in rap does sicker mean better
