(feat. Mr. 45)



[Mr. 45]

Yeh...are you....ready?

What, wildout now, uh, yeh come on, what

I see you, you see me, what

Right here right now, uh, what

4-5, El-Fudge, Joe Buddah what yeh



[Verse 1]

The best rap star, a.k.a mister Revolver

One verse from moi, ya whole game over

Roll like Rangeover case over when this thug start

Tell it on moi, ya never been raised by proper stars

Foolin' yaself tryna claim what's ours

I'm international wid magical flows on national radio

Jay-Z approved it on Westwood show

I'm blessed wid a ear for music, beautiful when I use it

Abuse beats for the better the king of this era

Anybody'll tell ya, the four fifth's mega

Honor celebrity flicks wid glamour kid etcetera

Cause I'm in the ghetto wid money, you don't remember

I put knots on the map, ya s'posed to show me love

Wid grad fore ya get me, yeh I'm that chosen thug

I spit on a track flowin' like skatin' on frozen blood

Amazin' when I roll a couple a spliffs support on tele

Vocabulary photogenic, vision me at the airport wid Morrison

sippin' on some cherry, dip overseas and I'm back in London

Thug receive hugs from shows at Ameraconda Gardens

V.I.P. suite partyin', I pass a blunt to Timbaland

Introduced to Missy Ellion, top shot I'm minglin'

Peeps of the telly an', everybody jinglin', everybody merryin'



[Hook]

Yeh, what, uh, yeh

Come on, what, uh yeh

(scracthin' and mixin')



[Verse 2]

I been around the world and back, and got nuttin' to show for it

By now, I thought I would've explode to bits

Huh, but it's been much harder

I had to run farther away from the throne one accepts upon stardom

Lose yaself there, whether you believe it or don't

Spendin' nights breathin' in smoke, whether cheeba or dope

Then hot break it down to litres of coke

Walk through the crowd wid all intentions I'm leavin' wid hoes

Seems like a nice way of livin', the stressful have

Cause all them jealous cats, ready to test your ass

Let's not take it there, I remain cool

Learnt how to handle them situations in grade school

I paid dues, niggas know that, the name sound familiar

From New York to London, when crews talk amongst us

it's nothin' but good things

Not only the bad stuff is what the hood brings

Listen, cats is salivatin' plottin' on eatin' ya meal

The four fives carried in our dome keep it concealed

Runnin' laps around tracks 'til we bleed from our heels

Disregardin' where we grow from we teamin' up still



[Hook: w/variations in mixing and scratching]



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