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[Verse 1: Metropolis] Yeah (yeah yeah yeah) Yeah, I've been whipping up tracks on the lab Long before Jack was a lad More nicks in the back than- psst African yutes get slaps off their dads On the Rags, certain man build careers on the blags That guy there's a one-hit wonder Us men we done two bad tracks Don't get axed I sport that authentic stamp Pest control signed off on that Bangzy Swing bars till my wrist get cramped Pass that Cali medicinal Danky Us men are writs Them man are dampeys Since '03, going on tanky Nowadays, we're up in the anti-purist game, all up in them panties (Ah) For the lash, king size bed, that punan gets mashed You got cash? Talking trash Layman brother's financial crash Me and my clique bought stamps for gas Watching them drift like it's time lapse When I bring my raps, it's a fire trap When you bring yours, where's the fire rap? Mythical [Chorus: Metropolis] Rap ting Man I've been running that standard (standard) You on a wack ting? Man I'll be gunning that standard (standard) Mad ting How these brothers get far? We've been setting that charge And we keep repping that standard [Verse 2: Rag'n'Bone Man] I go so ham, I go so in I go hog roast, I go pint of gin I go burning red in that hot sun I bang the gong and I'll bang your mum And I sing songs, I smash live Never believe my own hype And I did the dance, I done it well And I trod the goats 'til my feet smell Kick a stink up Me and my fam got a link up Put the rum in the glass and drink up When I'm back home A greedy committee still running the city No Jack Jones Fuck, ten pound for that TicTac, I want bank loads I done this and I done that I ain't a gangster, I don't tag toes I grew up on Task Force Skinnyman, Rodney and Roots Manuva Floored away to NY last week and I heard man bump dead plays in an Uber And that's a beautiful thing In a seemingly ugly world I'll be treading through quicksand daily But I finally found me a pearl [Chorus: Metropolis] Rap ting Man I've been running that standard (standard) You on a wack ting? Man I'll be gunning that standard (standard) Mad ting How these brothers get far? We've been setting that charge And we keep repping that standard [Verse 3: Orifice Vulgatron] The stakes is high But I have faith in life Take my time, but I take these trials Gotta base these odds gotta reach these heights (Reach these heights) Gotta teach these youths, gotta open these minds, gotta break these chains (Break these chains) Gotta earn these stripes, gotta respect the truth I was given one life I was given one purpose See this scene seems clean at the surface Nice sheen but to me it's superfluous I find gems 'cause I figure where the dirt is Ten toes and I'm livin' life perfect For now, I'm sleeping in a furnace Seen a lot of guys leaving in hearses I was in church for the service I was in court for the verdict Now I'm in the booth for the merkage My whole life's right there for these verses See, my mind finds blesses in curses, stresses in murses So I don't pet with these purses Step with the definite purpose Whether it was work or connection, my head is disturbance Beggars will render you worthless [Chorus: Metropolis] Rap ting Man I've been running that standard (standard) You on a wack ting? Man I'll be gunning that standard (standard) Mad ting How these brothers get far? We've been setting that charge And we keep repping that standard Rap ting Man I've been running that standard (standard) You on a wack ting? Man I'll be gunning that standard (standard) Mad ting How these brothers get far? We've been setting that charge And we keep repping that standard [Outro: Rag'n'Bone Man] Running that standard (that standard, that standard, that standard) Gunning that standard (that standard, that standard, that standard) Running that standard (that standard, that standard, that standard) Gunning that standard (that standard, that standard, that standard)