| 'Cause you know what? |
| It’s gettin' me so mad, fam
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| I heard a song by you, fuckin pussy hole
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| Release some fuckin' music, man, fucking dickhead
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| Big Michael
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| And it’s like
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| Said I went mainstream, suck yo' mom
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| Not top 2, top 1
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| Man must’ve thought I was dumb
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| What the fuck have you lot done?
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| (Oh my days, oh my days, oh my days)
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| Shellings, I made juice, life gave me lemons
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| You lil' fuck boys do my head in
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| Henry the VIII, behead him ('Head him, 'head him)
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| Can’t tell where I’m heading
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| Could be Glasto', could be Reading
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| I was on the field like Bedding
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| (Dead him, dead him, dead him, dead him)
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| Big Mike, I’m handling my weight
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| Big Mike, I’m standing with the greats
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| One week, it’s blinded by your grace
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| Next week, it’s bang you in your face
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| Oh God, they love to wind me up
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| But one by one I line them up
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| Oh, you think you’re Beckham, try your luck
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| Big Michael’s back, your time is up
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| Alright, check this
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| Man can’t tell me 'bout stretching fivers
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| I was on my pushback, clips and drivers
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| I wanted to send TECs in private
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| Dem man are cool but the rest don’t like us
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| I’m not scared of lions, bears who lie on prayers
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| Dem pricks won’t find us
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| Man’s not scare of ticks and spiders
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| Think man’s scared of sets and cyphers
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| What you talkin' about? |
| I’m skilled
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| What you talkin' about? |
| I’m real
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| Put a fork in your mouth, I’m trill
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| Big Mike got a house on a hill
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| No, I’m never in the trap
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| And, I’m never with a strap
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| And your n***a ain’t out on the field
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| They say I’m on this, and they say I’m on that
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| What you talkin' about? |
| I build
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| From the ground up
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| Put your arms down
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| Put your crown up
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| Come a long way from playing pound up
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| Ya either motivate, or go round up
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| And the kettle cost 30 boof
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| That’s why they giving me dirty looks
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| I don’t do it for the 'Gram
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| But I do it for my fam
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| And I do it for the Merky books
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| Got Westal taking up space
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| I told my n****s rise up
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| Guess we’re just a bunch of young kings
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| We made our city light up
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| I turn my city right up
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| Big Mike, who is back, your time is up
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| Big Mike, who is back, your time is up
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| Big Mike, who is back, your time is up
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| Easy |