| I was told to find sweetness in the blacker berry | 
| Back at the telly, with an African queen backing Henny | 
| She said I’m the lightskin Makaveli | 
| I said no, I’m the lightskin Balotelli | 
| I don’t rap for anything, I got a stack of pennies | 
| Flaming hot nigga, my X Factor is factor 20 | 
| And the burden on my back is heavy | 
| I said the burden on my back is heavy | 
| Oh, you’re the king? | 
| Well if I don’t defeat ya when I’m Nina | 
| Hold your victory dance, I’m comin' back as Eddie | 
| I ain’t doing to bad, I’m getting a fatter belly | 
| And I’m having sex with a woman that’s more attractive than me | 
| She told me I’m an A-R-S-E-hole | 
| Pinched her on the bum, told her take it with a pinch of salt | 
| I told her I’m a pimp ho gigolo | 
| And swallowing sperm makes your titties grow, get involved | 
| 10 men deep, roll in two cars | 
| When I go out, I go in too hard | 
| Maybe cause I drink sloe gin too fast | 
| Take it easy, take easy | 
| It’s the bad dream, back seat of the Addison taxi | 
| Living the sick life, I need a vaccine | 
| I’m light-years ahead | 
| This is what would’ve happened if Martin Luther King had a nightmare instead | 
| I keep waking up from the same dream | 
| Brain-freeze, sweating out tears as my face bleeds | 
| On the upper level, going up a level | 
| In the glasshouse, and I’m chucking pebbles | 
| A blood-sucking devil | 
| Washing sleeping pills down with fucking Red Bull | 
| Yeah I’m a fucking rebel | 
| Ask the boys in blue, nigga I’m on the system | 
| I’m a paralyzed, mute, walking, talking contradiction | 
| You don’t wanna hear it, but you wanna listen | 
| Yeah, you wanna listen | 
| Cause I’m Cassius Clay | 
| Back in the day and you’re Sonny Liston | 
| You don’t wanna come against him, cause it’s the | 
| One man band, noisier than Noisia | 
| And Noisia’s kicks are like Jean Van Damme | 
| Bam bam, bam | 
| You are one bad man | 
| With a black bag full of swag, like you just robbed Batman | 
| I’ll slap a bitch to another hair colour | 
| She can get the brunette to blonde backhand | 
| Or get the Hennessy, if she’s a Cognac fan | 
| But I’m on that sloe gin, floating, rolling |