[Verse 1]
Right, lend us your ears
I've got a few things to get off me chest, I swear
Let me tell you about the strains and the stress this year
But I'll keep it moving
I'm tryna get through this; true, I'm a nuisance
I won't stop 'til success is near
Some say I got all of the hype from Lord of the Mics
Rubbish! Let me put all of you right
I was doing alright before Lord of the Mics
That just added the cherry to the cake
Working hard, performing light
In the run-down clubs that weren't all nice
Just to create a buzz on your name
I started the mission on Raw in the night
10 'til 12 and the studios were greasy
Kinda like a portion of fries
I'm all in on grime, moving through the underground
Kinda like the Victoria line
Now they wanna hear more of the rhymes
But the journey has been
[Chorus]
Headache, stress
Comes like it never left
Headache, stress
Sometimes the game gets me... vex
Headache, headache
Headache, headache
Go away 'cause I can't think straight
Mate, head's in a... mess
[Verse 2]
I'm not having it
I was the first in this style, but now they're catting it
Spending too much time copying and not enough practicing
I'm not a troublemaker, I hustle for the paper
But if he tries it, then I'll damage him
'Cause they don't wanna see me up
They wanna see me down, these bleeding cunts
Believe me, blood, you'll be bleeding blood
Like a bleeding cunt, you sneaky fuck
What? You think I can't see these mugs?
Copying me, tryna be me, but
You're more like a puddle
And I'm deep-sea, bruv
I'll take the piss out of ya
Leave a deep cut
Deep in your cut, take out your bladder
And literally take the piss out of ya
And now you're pissed now, in't ya?
I'm sick of these cheeky runts, they're getting on my nerves
All they seem to do is give me
[Chorus]
Headache, stress
Comes like it never left
Headache, stress
Sometimes the game gets me... vex
Headache, headache
Headache, headache
Go away 'cause I can't think straight
Mate, head's in a... mess
[Verse 3]
They don't wanna give me no props
I shouldn't let it get to me but it pisses me off
I get angry at the game sometimes and this is because
You get stabbed in the back but I'll stab 'em back and stand me ground
Whether you're with me or not
I couldn't care less
I couldn't give a toss
What you thinking of?
I'll keep on spitting British, what?
'Cause of that, you think I'm soft?
I ain't up to scratch? I ain't up to par?
What you thinking of, you silly sod?
You're thinking wrong
I ain't being out of order
But half the DJs in the UK that don't get me tunes played
Are in the wrong place like a fish out of water
And I'm talking 'bout all of ya
You're quick to play those American tunes
I hear it so much that I-
[Chorus]
Headache, stress
Comes like it never left
Headache, stress
Sometimes the game gets me... vex
Headache, headache
Headache, headache
Go away 'cause I can't think straight
Mate, head's in a... mess
[Outro]
Are you stupid?
Have you lost your marbles?
How'd you think UK artists are gonna get anywhere
If our own DJs ain't playing our music?