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[Intro] Yeah! Yeah! Oi, the mic's very loud Yeah, yeah, yeah Like, who the fuck are you? Yeah, who the fuck are you? Is it recording, yeah? Yeah Yo, look [Verse 1] I come direct and I inject And I'm expecting your respect I'm a baller, you've been checked I'm the kinda kid you can't detect on the road You know out and about I'll put my elbow in your mouth You're a fassy, there's no doubt I bet my sword will make you shout I'm intense, you best see sense I'll have you hanging from a fence Then laugh at your expense And maybe chuck you fifty pence Snitch you make me switch You sound and look just like a bitch Whether you're poor, or whether you're rich I'll leave you lying in a ditch 'Cause I'm from ragged raggo rags You ain't raggo rags like me I'll behave when I emcee Ragged raggo raggedly We easily be the worst Bust academics first Batty crew emcees get academically reversed I'm academically perverse I'm academically perverted Batty crew emcees get academically diverted Some return, we clearly get burnt get hurt Until they realise they should have academically have blurted [Chorus] You don't want the beef You don't want the grime You ain't got the guts I ain't got the time But you can come to the manor get jacked Come to the manor get killed Come to the manor get shot Come to the manor get killed We call it armshouse, armshouse Go and get your crew If you can't back the armshouse, who the fuck are you? We call it armshouse, armshouse Go and get your firm If they don't wanna listen then we better make 'em learn [Verse 2] Raised in the gutter, I was told I should fight I create and cause confusion from the left to the right I'm sweet as a nut, I'm doing alright, cosy and comfortable 'Stead of trying to avoid the sergeant, PC, and the constable Raised in the gutter, I was told I should pop I create and cause confusion from the bottom to the top I'm doing okay, I'll honestly say this year I'm flying through I could easily find myself in jail but I ain't trying to I keep it clear and frank Relax with the pressure I'm dirty and I'm stank But ain't nobody fresher My haters make enquiries, make it obvious they care When it comes to my location they would love to be aware But I could be in the manor, could be overseas Could well be definitely making P's Could be live at Wembley warming up for Jay Z Still I'm definitely certain that you can't see me [Chorus] You don't want the beef You don't want the grime You ain't got the guts I ain't got the time But you can come to the manor get jacked Come to the manor get killed Come to the manor get shot Come to the manor get killed We call it armshouse, armshouse Go and get your crew If you can't back the armshouse, who the fuck are you? We call it armshouse, armshouse Go and get your firm If they don't wanna listen then you better make 'em learn