That’s What We On

Lyrics

[Intro] Nine High M-Phazes This shit is real [Chorus] Air max and caps, yeah that's what we on Tracksuit fatsuits, yeah that's what we on In a jam getting mashed, yeah that's what we on Black Nikes, black cap, black tees So roll up a cigarette [?] called green on Getting our lean on, yeah, that's what we on Stay in your lane, your legs [?] [Verse 1] My Crips are a lot, got the fresh new Nikes It's always hot, got a fresh new 90 Fresh new green bag, bless [?] nightly Fuck head [?] sporting the Avirex [?] throwing in all your safe sex (Nine High), bust that strong set You smuggle [?], I smuggle in long necks Oi, look at the state of you (disgraceful) You're not God's gift, you're not an angel And you're trying so hard, and it's painful Take off that black paint you're covered in I'm open minded, but even I'm struggling Jeans so tight that your [?] suffering Your star's not down and they're not coming in [?] what are you wearing? Jeans so tight, surprised they ain't tearing You're not [?] airing, so be a good Lad, run along, don't stand around staring Keep the door clear, we are the law here In-store fits [?] all clear XL tee, baggy jeans, yeah you're in Look at them pussies [?] wrong sex Sprayed on jeans, bandana and a checked shirt Dickhead! Get hammered, but your head hurt Raps [?] everything [?] everything [?] need a head-top severing On a bitter thing yeah that's what we on Fat Joe, Phazes, facts we speak, son [Verse 2] So let me get this straight, you're a trendy But you're thirty-five, you're not twenty You're not Peter Pan, and I'm not Wendy Plus the whole club's warm enough for starters And the whole place is shrouded in darkness So I'm not sure what the point of a scarf is And there's no reason to rock sunglasses If you look like us? I guess it's all jigs Fashon victims, they tickle our ribs [?] that's what we on Lighting a weed roll, that's what we on Do your research, send our recon [?] Don't learn the hard way about what we on [Chorus] Air max and caps, yeah that's what we on Tracksuit fatsuits, yeah that's what we on In a jam getting mashed, yeah that's what we on Black Nikes, black cap, black tees So roll up a cigarette [?] called green on Getting our lean on, yeah, that's what we on Stay in your lane, your legs [?] Air max and caps, yeah that's what we on Tracksuit fatsuits, yeah that's what we on In a jam getting mashed, yeah that's what we on Black Nikes, black cap, black tees So roll up a cigarette [?] called green on Getting our lean on, yeah, that's what we on That's what we on, that's what we on [Verse 3] This is my scene, and I'm here to protect Might lose your legs, so watch your step See what you get, get what you see This is fake me, and I'm willing to step Plus I'm willing to bet [?] recognise this Look into my eyes and they're bloodshot red I'm hungry as heck, and won't stop till I'm fed So come correct, I ain't kidding Getting what you're fitting [?] in the back With a couple of cigarettes, doing their Business leaving witnesses like, "who is this?" "Where are they from?" "The UK?", that's wrong How do they know Phazes, the one most dangerous That's like to take straight up with no chasers Backdrop! Yeah that's what we on [?] gully rock that's what we on If it ain't that, don't know, I'm [?] Fuck pussy rap, I'm [?] the cat Not a front - I'm real from front to back And you're a talking pop star - no code of honour And this is our thing like cops and [?] Listen: "I'm not an MC" The scene without me is like [?] Or a beat with no bars, the scene is so rich So we shut down cheaps like a wall to the face Step to the stage, then walking away Yeah, I'm appalled at the way where they're talking [?] Some action, stop, get pulled off the stage [Verse 4] See me, I'm blessed Dealt with the bullshit, dealt with the stress Now that I'm focussed, I have a lot less Down with telling the best, fuck the rest Down with the mic [?] till they steps Down with the tracksuit, down with the Crips More concerned with her back than her breasts See me, I'm chilling Down with the same group, down with the ceiling Down for the fame, down [?] Down with the dirtiest dubstep spitting Down with the grimiest, liveliest rhythms Down with the man-[?] provide the women Down with the peace, now fuck the killings [Chorus] Air max and caps, yeah that's what we on Tracksuit fatsuits, yeah that's what we on In a jam getting mashed, yeah that's what we on Black Nikes, black cap, black tees So roll up a cigarette [?] called greene on Getting our lean on, yeah, that's what we on Stay in your lane, your legs [?] Air max and caps, yeah that's what we on Tracksuit fatsuits, yeah that's what we on In a jam getting mashed, yeah that's what we on Black Nikes, black cap, black tees So roll up a cigarette [?] called green on Getting our lean on, yeah, that's what we on That's what we on, that's what we on [Interlude] Yeah that's what we on (repeated throughout) Nine High! [?] [?] M-Phazes Good Gracious Shut your mouth Shut your trap Dickheads! Pussies! And fuck you! Fuck your mum Fuck your grandad Fuck your sons Pull up, pull up! [?] [Verse 6] What we on, that's the next flicks Get fresh, get dressed to kill and get set Nine to five to get gold And never leave home without beat-banging Beats in the headphones Weekend: probably rip a show, twist dro Might be in a little town, might be in the big smoke Nippy flows every time M-Phazes on site That's what we on, signing out Scotty Hinds I don't support that fat swagger rap bull- Crap, Blood, fall back, you ain't all that Take a taste of my ballsack and don't talk crap You're a walking rainbow fashion sporting all black Where the doors at? Leave. You're sorry state Horror [?] through you [?] Dressed like Willy Wonka, mate We ain't on that, so I don't tolerate a lot of fakes Where there's credibility [?] a lot at stake You're just one of the herd, caught in the stampede Unsure, unsteady, unbalanced Bambi And thanks, but you're not gonna shank me And I know you don't talk to your mother so angry So why not go back to analysing Shady, surprise me: Rhyme "baby" with "crazy" and "lady" You little trend-followers are living in a daydream I'll creep up behind you and I'll drown you in the mainstream [Outro] Oh my gosh! You need to shut the fuck up, shut your fucking cake hole Other dickhead MCs need to shut their fucking mouth Shut your gobs Fuck you Nine Nigh Big up, Phazes. Big up, [?] Everyone else can suck their fucking grandad's balls Scotty Hinds, [?] Fuck you Shutting you clowns down