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The illest categorically thus far
Before the ink dry I will bring that Krakatoa
Rapping Matt Monroe, I compose overtures
I'm long gone, 7:30, man overboard
I put the cap on, it's the finishing touches
The custom fitted, the puzzle solving, the gold threaded
Hulk blooded, now your time's up
Cruise the eye of fear, turn to cup winners like I'm Brian Clough

I'm getting this guap straight
And making my own ways back to the N O
We're known in the N O double, no need to explain
I make stones bleed to gather money, do anything it takes
For the green cash, I'm getting this guap straight
And making my own ways back to the N O
Streets, roads and paths we have a obligation to this town
They call it the Gold City, I call it quits and vanish

The irrepressible flow builder
No tricks, this is reinforced bar welding
I spark like flint against flint
I'm a glimpse into the not so distant, the history man
And the cycle returns back round
They ask about this tailor-made engineering, so I tell em
(sample) You can't trust nobody, no-one, no-one

Sharp around the edges
Scheme from wedges
Consummate professional, staying light keeping my pockets fat
Need that morbidly obese currency
Heavy equity in thick slabs make the hairs on my neck rise
Cheque stubs making my mouth water
Fill up the Thinsulate black glove with all of the above
Fill the top draw with grub, I'm out on my own
For the silver line on any scale, for the goods I never fail

Heat to ice, I bring that pain to the mic
Cos Notts City the most real
I see the actions of others through the moves that you make
MC Escher, picture in a picture
It's built up in four bar blocks
This here will lift spirits, make a weak rapper scramble
Never let the small change change me
I separate the weak from the obsolete
I'm from a place where your best ain't good enough
You best have a plan b or I'ma bring the tunnel vision
I sketch lazer outlines and colours into the burner that reads a rolling stone in the concrete
And I'm throwing everything that I possess at it
In the static I create flows pyroclastic
From where you never been I stay holding fort
I'm the billionaire b-boy, Magna Carta

Watch
(sample) You can't trust nobody, no-one, no-one

For this green cash I'm getting this guap straight
And making my own ways back to the N O
We're known in the N O double, no need to explain
I make stones bleed to gather money, do anything it takes
For this green cash, I'm getting the guap straight
Making my own ways back to the N O
Streets, roads and paths we have a obligation to this town
They call it the Gold City, I call it quits and vanish

Uncontrolled, in control, uncontrollable
I controlled and I harness the discipline I command and I conquer
Study, imitate, recreate, then I master
Air I breathe, what I thirst and I hunger
The Trinity, the only vices I'm under
No man made or earth made can affect me
My new drive and my will resurrects self
Bulldozer, Lord bowzer, King Cooper
Man of iron, Pudzinowski raw power
Still immune, still ill, still so hard
Reflection of its day and age but it still stood
May our paths never cross, never cross me
Disrespect? Come a cropper, costly
I got the streamlined modernised model
Live off land, they're biting from the hand that feeds them