Like Royce and Preemo, bet, I'm in my prime
I would get called an emo, yet I'd step up and rhyme
I'm chasing green, no Cee-Lo, though I'm sweating on my lines
Ayo, look how he goes! Mate I'm always on my grind
First performed when I was nine, now I'm on tour all the time
My life, my lyrics, the two'll intertwine
Yo, how ya doing Marx? Mate, I'm doing fine
I shine so bright I got these fools going blind
Sixteen lines on the page
Pristine rhymes are display
Fifteen when I pressed play
Now I miss being away from the stage
I wish I'd be famous today, actually, in my own head I am
'Cause I get recognised when I'm out with my Mam
Approach me in the streets, rub elbows, shake hands
Yo, when you next free mate? Let's make plans
'Cause I know
How to cold flow, rock a show, body everywhere I go, so you know how I roll
I know
How to hold a mic, just right, I help ya see the light when I rhyme so tight
I know
How to cold flow, rock a show, body everywhere I go, so you know how I roll
Yeah, I know
How to hold a mic, just right, I help ya see the light when I rhyme so tight
I know
Yeah, I know
More shows per week than you play in a whole year
Middle of nowhere, Ghost Towns, I go there
Told you on my first joint, I can see so clear
I aren't talking clothing when I say I have no fear
Ya should probably thank me
I live in Liverpool like my name was Bill Shankly
One four a week average, well how you manage?
You ain't even 21 yet, you're still savage
This is simply raw
Complex calamities that Da Vinci saw
I grip the mic, tight as an Olympic Torch
Fashion expert, check my Simpsons shorts
Throw a dart, hit the bullseye, that's a sure shot
Never dilute the product 'cause I slang pure rock
Travel six hours for a shit support slot
Any pay? Any drinks? Nah, well I thought not
'But I know
How to cold flow, rock a show, body everywhere I go, so you know how I roll
I know
How to hold a mic, just right, I help ya see the light when I rhyme so tight
I know
How to cold flow, rock a show, body everywhere I go, so you know how I roll
Yeah, I know
How to hold a mic, just right, I help ya see the light when I rhyme so tight
I know
Yeah, I know
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Like Royce and Preemo, bet, I'm in my prime
I would get called an emo, yet I'd step up and rhyme
I'm chasing green, no Cee-Lo, though I'm sweating on my lines
Ayo, look how he goes! Mate I'm always on my grind
First performed when I was nine, now I'm on tour all the time
My life, my lyrics, the two'll intertwine
Yo, how ya doing Marx? Mate, I'm doing fine
I shine so bright I got these fools going blind
Sixteen lines on the page
Pristine rhymes are display
Fifteen when I pressed play
Now I miss being away from the stage
I wish I'd be famous today, actually, in my own head I am
'Cause I get recognised when I'm out with my Mam
Approach me in the streets, rub elbows, shake hands
Yo, when you next free mate? Let's make plans
'Cause I know
How to cold flow, rock a show, body everywhere I go, so you know how I roll
I know
How to hold a mic, just right, I help ya see the light when I rhyme so tight
I know
How to cold flow, rock a show, body everywhere I go, so you know how I roll
Yeah, I know
How to hold a mic, just right, I help ya see the light when I rhyme so tight
I know
Yeah, I know
More shows per week than you play in a whole year
Middle of nowhere, Ghost Towns, I go there
Told you on my first joint, I can see so clear
I aren't talking clothing when I say I have no fear
Ya should probably thank me
I live in Liverpool like my name was Bill Shankly
One four a week average, well how you manage?
You ain't even 21 yet, you're still savage
This is simply raw
Complex calamities that Da Vinci saw
I grip the mic, tight as an Olympic Torch
Fashion expert, check my Simpsons shorts
Throw a dart, hit the bullseye, that's a sure shot
Never dilute the product 'cause I slang pure rock
Travel six hours for a shit support slot
Any pay? Any drinks? Nah, well I thought not
'But I know
How to cold flow, rock a show, body everywhere I go, so you know how I roll
I know
How to hold a mic, just right, I help ya see the light when I rhyme so tight
I know
How to cold flow, rock a show, body everywhere I go, so you know how I roll
Yeah, I know
How to hold a mic, just right, I help ya see the light when I rhyme so tight
I know
Yeah, I know
I would get called an emo, yet I'd step up and rhyme
I'm chasing green, no Cee-Lo, though I'm sweating on my lines
Ayo, look how he goes! Mate I'm always on my grind
First performed when I was nine, now I'm on tour all the time
My life, my lyrics, the two'll intertwine
Yo, how ya doing Marx? Mate, I'm doing fine
I shine so bright I got these fools going blind
Sixteen lines on the page
Pristine rhymes are display
Fifteen when I pressed play
Now I miss being away from the stage
I wish I'd be famous today, actually, in my own head I am
'Cause I get recognised when I'm out with my Mam
Approach me in the streets, rub elbows, shake hands
Yo, when you next free mate? Let's make plans
'Cause I know
How to cold flow, rock a show, body everywhere I go, so you know how I roll
I know
How to hold a mic, just right, I help ya see the light when I rhyme so tight
I know
How to cold flow, rock a show, body everywhere I go, so you know how I roll
Yeah, I know
How to hold a mic, just right, I help ya see the light when I rhyme so tight
I know
Yeah, I know
More shows per week than you play in a whole year
Middle of nowhere, Ghost Towns, I go there
Told you on my first joint, I can see so clear
I aren't talking clothing when I say I have no fear
Ya should probably thank me
I live in Liverpool like my name was Bill Shankly
One four a week average, well how you manage?
You ain't even 21 yet, you're still savage
This is simply raw
Complex calamities that Da Vinci saw
I grip the mic, tight as an Olympic Torch
Fashion expert, check my Simpsons shorts
Throw a dart, hit the bullseye, that's a sure shot
Never dilute the product 'cause I slang pure rock
Travel six hours for a shit support slot
Any pay? Any drinks? Nah, well I thought not
'But I know
How to cold flow, rock a show, body everywhere I go, so you know how I roll
I know
How to hold a mic, just right, I help ya see the light when I rhyme so tight
I know
How to cold flow, rock a show, body everywhere I go, so you know how I roll
Yeah, I know
How to hold a mic, just right, I help ya see the light when I rhyme so tight
I know
Yeah, I know
Writer: Marx
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Downtown Music Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Downtown Music Publishing