You Ain’t Seen Nothing

Lyrics

[Intro: MC Lyte (Sampled)] "Killin'–k–k–killin' everybody in sight" "'Cause I ain't goin' out like a sucker, no way" "You ain't seen nothin' yet" [Verse 1: K21] You can find me in a white Falcon With the headlights out, straight Amy Whitehousein' The last thing I remember was my shout Then five rounds later, I'm facin' down in my neighbour's fountain Bitch slap a rapper, give me my talcum Piggy in the middle, feel a little like Malcom Ask a rapper, what a better time than right now To leave him with his spine out, hit sledgehammer rhyme sound Grime house, blinds closed, animal, mics No House full of hydro to upset the five-oh That's that shit I don't like though Set ablaze a pyro, head spinin' like gyro Sicilian and psycho, only ever seen in the night glow A shy bloke, likely to annihilate a mic though (give me that) And I ain't ever goin' out like a sucker do They call me K21, buddy, who the fuck are you? [Scratches: DJ Osyris] "You ain't seen" "Me against anyone" "Ah ye—" "Me against any–anyone" "You ain't seen" "Me against anyone" "On the two turntables I would say I'm nice" "You ain't seen" "Me against anyone" "Ah ye—" "Me against any–anyone" "You ain't seen" "Me against any— Any–any–any–any–any–anyone, anyone" [Verse 2: Vents] Man, yeah, I like the Afghan Kush in a manicured bush, don't push I'm close to the edge, break both for your hedge You're Two-Face: Harvey Dent, Vents, Bob Marley, Cent My tarot card, nah, can't be read We the future, you lost on a long road travelin' Hostile lands with blood soaked Samaritans Rhyme like I'm Banjo Paterson, been outback And I'm crazy like a shit house rat, so how's that? You shitted in your pants and it stink now Get out and wash up your hands in the sink What's the deal? Bald head Dr. Phil Let's talk about the problems I got for real I gets higher than Apache helicopter steel Till I'm happy like I'm twelve and I copped a feel So pop the pill, Vents Uno Got you hype like pseudo, call through a tour bus to dole queue, what? [Scratches: DJ Osyris] "You ain't seen" "Me against anyone" "Ah ye—" "Me against any–anyone" "You ain't seen" "Me against anyone" "On the two turntables I would say I'm nice" "You ain't seen" "Me against anyone" "Ah ye—" "Me against any–anyone" "You ain't seen" "Me against any— Any–any–any–any–any–anyone, anyone" "You ain't seen nothin'" [Verse 3: Trials] Yo, wait, you even lift, bro? Trigga's middle finger is bigger than John Lithgow Yo, hanging off my rock writing clef notes Hoping that the hotel don't smell all this weird smoke Bruv I'm telling you, it'd take at least ten of you To fuck with me, climbing on your corpse for the better view (Luxury) Bruz I need to interrupt you My hands do the talkin' and they speakin' fluent fuck you (Pow) Pop this Valium, I'm restin' (woo) You push past the sleep and it gets interesting Me crazy? Makin' up the words, man, Fugazi My crew knows the truth when I says that I'm Sadie "If you'd like to hear it I can sing it for you" Daisy, give me your answer, do You keep them pot based clothes that I'm blastin' through? Yo motherfucker, must've been somethin' I said Havin' them times of my life dressed like somebody's dead Mang, "you ain't seen nothin' yet" [Outro: Nat King Cole (Sampled)] "I'm half crazy all for the love of you It won't be a stylish marriage"