Lyrics Xtra - Filthy Gears, Manga, Kamakaze

Xtra

Yes, guess who’s back with a fresh ting?
West, this ain’t a series, come with powers
Man get left in the dirt like flowers
Rain all season, West bring showers
Clay, come with a bang and I leng down cowards
Powers, coming like Jason Statham
Coming like Liam in Taken
West, might move Matt Damon
Wait, I’m Jason
Everyone dead out
Ain’t no joke when the dargs get let out
I’ve got the sun in my hand, when I let go
Everybody done, make bare man spread out
Head out, pack my bags and jet out
Changed clothes, hopped in the Range Rover four-door
Foresaw feds and I told man wet out
Phase, fire, west side sheller
Outburst from the Outskirts if it’s rudeboy paradise
Never turn down work, sitting back and I strategise
Done all the groundwork and I gotta get it twice
It’s a little thing, a mic king of the palace like Allardyce
I’m not anti, I analyse
Don’t spud everyone, man are like
No, you don’t know me, never been co-Ds
So why dem ah ask who am I like a ragga vibe?
So mek me paint the picture like Mona Lisa
Mandem worldwide, bonjour mamacita
Kicked out of Spanish, got señoritas
French round your gyal, that’s more at the teacher
S’il vous plaît, don’t think I play
I ain’t easy, GHS ain’t either
Go world when I go with the steeze, bruv
London accent overseas, bruv
Still the MC saviour, beast man raver
If it ain’t a ting then basement cater
waver, no drug taker
Champion, I wear the belt, no equator
I’m the Nottingham saviour, best road ranger
One they call hater, intimidator
M1 traveller, no grime damager
Shows in Dubai with no manager
World-class shopper, LE2 blocker
Grisly so much, nah, it’s never a whopper
This time around, man, the campaign’s proper
If I get gassed, I’m a champagne popper
And I’m overly shower, first name Alpha
Stand tall in the war, I’m no croucher
Big boss, Bowser, peng ting browser
Big body pusher, gyal scream louder
Yo, coupla, coupla
Straps on the low, coupla, coupla
Shots for you, coupla, coupla
Not in that way, in the other way
Balalala, if a man diss Discarda
Me will shoot up a Nike and Prada (balalala)
Bun a man’s skin like lava
Mek an MC try step outta alla
It’s Discarda, I’m fucking hotter than lava
Draw for the carver, bore up your father
Don’t ask questions, I’d rather
Fuck the palava with a balaclava, yeah
Mek a man try test real farda
Flowdan, hand me di llama
Di one that were big like Logan Sama
Dem boy, dem nuh wan' drama