Nothing Less (Response)

Lyrics

[Intro] (Scorcher) Are you listening? Aye I'm back man, aye listen [Verse 1] I'm the reason the level's all flied up Don't try get staps up And end up as the one that I'll wile up When I put shit on a shelf, it don't pile up I don't lie about getting signed up Done any one of them man, go ahead blud, line up You ain't in the top five blud, climb up I ain't on a hype but, I got my hype up Look, ask Logan When I get played on Kiss on the monday, the phone lines light up Text his type up, ex'd his type up Top three status, I'm next in the line up Tell your best friend, don't hype up I'm not a bystander, highlander, I rise up Lift the front wheel of the bike up Swing with any one of them when I pick the mic up You ain't gotta believe a word what I say But believe you me I pick the knife up, I picked your wife up Went jail, came back with a bang trust me, I've picked my life up You went had a fight blud, listen your life blud I'm fired up, go get a firetruck I can write a better 16 than your best 16 Next 16 with my two eyes shot And I ain't on a bad boy ting, rude boy I'm on fly stuff You need to move with the time, start listening my stuff Wise up, some man are like 25 up And they don't realise time's up, checkmate I've got a gift so good I give crime up Your shit's boog, give grime up And if you wanna take me out of the game, pick a number Walk to the back of the queue and then line up Line up, line up [Interlude] Line up man Line up, line up Oh yeah, and where was I? [Verse 2] Line up, line up, single file up School's open, enrol up, sign up Don't be offended by the way I come out of jail And then fucked everyone's hype up I ain't trying to make friends and smile up My number, you can't dial up But you might hear my voice in your girlfriend's phone When somebody's ringing her M-O-BILE up Shut your mouth, I can do this ting on my own two feet I ain't gotta bring Joseph or Kyle up Street fight I'll boy this, I can swing Guile up Never been pied up You're pissed because your hype dried up Forget your mix CD, it's all air on the roads anytime I drop my stuff Please don't lie to your self blud, I am fucked