Swiss

Lyrics

Posty the Prime Minister, turn the camera on No David, but I'm Blaine with the magic wand Hotlines, like 0800 numbers Hotlines like drug dealing in London I'm hot, that's a man on fire I walked in the club, like I am on the flyer Tell the bouncers the same as before Whips and car showrooms, my name on the door, Swiss I've got bars like a had reception Still I drop bars, bad connection Punchline after punchline I'm a heavy sprayer Fans talk over the net, tennis players Girls are William, Serena And you'll get served in a box, that's a pizza man I've got, too much 16's you're getting bodied Group texts, I could share them with everybody Got it wrapped like my arm in a brace Ain't a screenshot when I cross my palm on your face Ain't safe, I'm a hazard light A car broke down on the motorway lane, without hazard lights She left him, and became lesbian, she has a right Still some of these dicks are pussies, Hermaphrodite Bruce Jenner, a little over two tenners put an anchor on my snapback This ain't a new era, it's a new era though Still I spray like a fresh can of aerosol I will not spare a soul Lift you off the ground, that's a flat tire Got the game under my boot, that's a back tire Diss me; shooting yourself, it will backfire Suicide, lift your soul up like a black choir Now you in hell (inhale) then you exhale You ain't going no where, running on a treadmill Tired of stepping on pennies, I wanna tread mills On the block, holding up the corners like bed wheels Reminiscing back in the day I wasn't fed meals Now I'm eating behind bars like a fed meal Behind bars like BMX boys I am not a rapper, that he can exploit Tell your girlfriends, it's me your ex-boy You cannot replace me with sex toys Dildos and vibrators, cannot fly you acres Backshots, but I am not a vagina hater No nono, take shots at me, I will send back shots, no cum hoe Wavy, vending machine; you know I drop bars if you pay me My Topic's off the planet like Mars while you lying (Lion) on the track (Tracker) I am everything you aren't, my pen is sweet, if you rappers bite I might charge more teasers (Malteasers) I'm bound to (Bounty) go hard In another Milky Way Galaxy, I hear she's (Hershey's) in the Club whisper (Wispa) in her ear like Cadbury's Caramel, I can help you drop calories If I put this Ripple inside your KitKat'll bleed Thats Minstrels, I just took you on a tour round the sweet shop, that's mental Well, Superman's what they asked for I'm in the booth, like I was taking a photo for a passport Flash, etcetera You don't have to be Black Panther to get capped in America Ay, police send shots from the Iron Man Hit you up from the top, to your diaphragm You love Hip-Hop, you could die a fan Go straight from the fire, to the frying pan We Dare-devils, you must agree We always come runners up, in the Justice League There's no justice, is it all just to see (DC) Another Blue Beast escaped custody Caught red handed, the crime was [?] On camera phones, inform then inspired the man (Spiderman) It hit the web, and then it went viral damn How much more guilty, can you find a man? As far as the flow goes, I'm the finest man So find the parking attendant, to find this man Step in the booth, like I had a strap, in my fucking hand King of the mic, the way I start bucking ham (Buckingham) And I won't leave prince in my palace And I won't lose because my wins are established Look, all they do is talk air to the throne, but imma make it clear, put your ears to the phone They ain't got enough on their oysters I'm here in my zone Tap out I can spot you from the air, I'm a drone Wannabe gangsters, wannabe the realest Throwing up signs like they swallowed their own fingers You roll with a lot of murderers, you know killers? Real recognise fake I'm speaking out English Who's the best rapper, tell me who can out-spit him? I lock down 16's like juvenile prisons They're hooked off on my lines, like I was out fishing A book full up of rhymes, I'm having wild visions Psychopathic on a Boris Bike, tryna cycle backwards I could work around the face, if I like the backers You know you're getting that fire like I'm striking matches Christmas morning because I'm ripping all types of wrappers (rappers) All that's on my head, is rap now but I don't need a African hairdresser to pull these tracks out Don't get it twisted, that's your plaits out Let's keep it straight here (hair) I'm one of the best, I'm so relaxed now I grew up around roadmen, and my grandma put me in crep (Krept) I had a cold nan (Konan) Yeah, one girl told me no bangs, went down like she was disabled, no hands Favourite underwear, french black knicker set Had my fingers on that brown butt like a cigarette Something like a shower curtain have you dripping wet Too many rappers like bite like kissing necks Vampires, if daylight don't give you sunburn then the flame wood like campfires Before we stacked paper, we used to stack flyers Up and down the street like cab-drivers Outro: EP out soon, Swiss Daily Duppy, Grime Daily Peace