
Date of issue: 14.02.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Blah
Song language: English
No Chance |
Yeah-yeah you |
Yeah-yeah-yeah yeah it’s-it's you you |
You-you you’ve got no chance |
No chance against them |
None of them none of them |
Not a single fucking one of them |
Sagging colder than I ever have |
Casanova if he ever rap (listen, ay) |
I land the rover on the helipad |
People whitey when I pass them |
Smoking on my medi-pack |
Let the weed burn like a hot plate |
I jumped in the pussy |
Feet first, Reeboks laced, safe |
We lurk where it’s not safe |
I’m in Happy Land |
In a t-shirt with a cross face like… |
Where is Olly, blah blah |
Smoking laa laa, yellow teletubby |
I remember when I used to be ugly |
It’s cool, I trust everyone except anybody (ay) |
I keep my two boots laced |
I just did some juju up in voodoo race? |
West Derby Road that was the Tuebrook days |
Never lesser half an O when I choo choo train |
Up to Lime Street |
Hate mail someone likes me |
Yeah they like me but guess what? |
They’re nothing like me |
Doing vroom vroom vroom |
With the high beam |
Slow shutter speed can |
Catch me moving at light speed |
No chance, no chance at all |
I’m on the sideline laughing while you crash and fall |
I’m chilling while you’re standing tall |
Then I stand up and overshadow you all |
No chance, no chance at all |
I’m on the sideline laughing while you crash and fall |
I’m chilling while you’re standing tall |
Then I stand up and overshadow you all |
Entered absently with no exit strategy |
Neglecting gravity |
If there’s a god they’re getting mad at me |
For being fly yet grounded |
Surrounded by greatness |
In a room on my own it gets crowded |
I make it look easy like it must be Sunday |
You make it look like you’re not trying but you should be |
Took your repping and now I’m dashing it out |
Life is a movie and the only thing I’m casting is doubt |
I’ve come a long way since nicking tapes |
With me mates to chipping eighths |
I set the pace and I’m not even in the race |
First place, left without a trace |
Take a breath in outer space |
I use the illuminati triangle as a guitar pick |
Crashing a starship into the back of a parked whip |
While I practice the Cars riff in a heavy metal style |
I wonder does the devil ever smile? |
Let me rest a while |
Just because the lights are on don’t assume I’m there |
I’m not jumping for joy I’m dancing on polluted air |
Crashed on the set looking bang on |
Smoking cigarettes with a Nicorette patch on me neck |
Been to hell and back and never lack |
While white kids get dreads |
And tats and pretend to trap |
I just do this 'cause its something to do |
And I wish you real hip hop activists |
Rappers were mumbling too |
So I didn’t have to hear that bullshit ya say |
Blah Records family you can’t fuck with the crew |
No chance, no chance at all |
I’m on the sideline laughing while you crash and fall |
I’m chilling while you’re standing tall |
Then I stand up and overshadow you all |
No chance, no chance at all |
I’m on the sideline laughing while you crash and fall |
I’m chilling while you’re standing tall |
Then I stand up and overshadow you all |
Chance is you’ve got zero |
No chance no chance at all |
You’ve got snowball’s chance in hell |
Why don’t you get yourself away from me |