Lyrics No Chance - Mcabre Brothers, Lee Scott, Milkavelli

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