[Intro: Azza]
I'm the damn guy
Azza, Manek, Traumatik, MTD
Diezel, Kombo, Texas, Jimmy Danger
I’m the damn guy
[Verse 1: Azza]
Ball hard like Orlando Magic, pull out the ting, call me "Go Go Gadget"
It's A-double-Z-A, but my name's not Aron, rude boy, no, it’s Harry like Hatchet
Talking like you're rough when you're moving but we know that you ain't stacking
Ain't trapping, dunno why these men are talking rough when they got no backing
Alright, lemme jump back in
Them'a chat shit but they can't back it
They don't wanna try fuck around on the mic, them men get scared when I’m at it
More time in a blacked-out jacket, touch the mic and I smack it
They can’t hack it, hater wanna hate, that's cool but I’ll counter attack it
[Verse 2: Manek]
Don't piss me off, trust me that shit's a lot
I'm back, you pricks, I’m kicking it off, off of the hinges give me the dosh
'Cause I wanna be livin' the floss, so I keep giving 'em, bringing them lots
On in the bleway isn't a prob, she'll be walking with a spliff in her gob
And I might be lit up sippin' courvos, but they won't hear me missin' a drop
Come near me I'll be willing to cotch but foul mouth me get a dig in the chops
Right around me, when when it kicks off, elbow to the face make a man pissed off
Don't know we're menacing 'cause when I say that it's going off it's off
[Chorus: Azza]
Cause a landslide when we touch the damn mic
Yeah, it's jammed tight get your fuckin' hands high
I'm the damn guy, I'm the damn guy
Got lemon and cheese and pengest of weed, enough to make you damn fly
Cause a landslide when we touch the damn mic
Yeah, it's jammed tight get your fuckin' hands high
I'm the damn guy, I'm the damn guy
Got lemon and cheese and pengest of weed, enough to make you damn fly
[Verse 3: Mr Traumatik]
My Lemon Haze is from Devon ways, and it's harvest time in eleven days
It's powerful like a weapon sprays, and trust me you'll be well amazed (So listen)
Let me just demonstrate smoke lemon haze and then celebrate
I meditate and regenerate and then elevate up to Heaven's Gate (I'm God)
I'm above all the pen and papes, just celebrate and then penetrate
I'll desecrate and I'll devastate any heavyweight, I don't relegate (Hey, dickhead)
Run, go tell a mate, my lemon is sticky like sellotape
I'm punctual, I'm never late cause I teleport and I levitate
[Verse 4: MTD]
When I spit out the bar, g, mastered the crafts like Mr Miyagi
Cross me, you'll see more punches thrown than fists at a football derby
My style is literally barmy, simple and plain like twisting a car key
I treat MCs like boats, taking them out with a spitting tsunami (Yeah!)
Bare lemony narcs, incredible bars put them on my logs
Smoking cheddar is fun, we're avoiding the federal cops
Your boys call tell 'em all come, I'll get 'em all done, I'll dead 'em all up
I treat them mans like work, then smoke heavily blunts
[Chorus: Azza]
Cause a landslide when we touch the damn mic
Yeah, it's jammed tight get your fuckin' hands high
I'm the damn guy, I'm the damn guy
Got lemon and cheese and pengest of weed, enough to make you damn fly
Cause a landslide when we touch the damn mic
Yeah, it's jammed tight get your fuckin' hands high
I'm the damn guy, I'm the damn guy
Got lemon and cheese and pengest of weed, enough to make you damn fly
[Verse 5: Diezel]
Crush all the lemon, armageddon, I'm blazin' twenty-four-seven
AK-47, how many zoots today? About seven
Strong weed spent 2011, so dank they smell it in Devon
So high they itchin' from heaven, birthday date: 7/7
Terrorist like a 9/11, bare Gs up in the sessions
Smoke so much it like an aggression, Z's weigh? Twenty-seven
Eighths? One-point-seven, bizayg, what'd you reckon?
They blame it on the recession, England's heading into depression
[Verse 6: Kombo]
Lyrical Daddy, run the mic like an athlete
Yammin' the beat like a patty, you can never catch me
The man-a-man sure take a back seat (Yep)
My name's on the road like a taxi, you're an lickle man you can't match me
When I'm in the mic I be givin' all bit'a big den bashy (Woo)
Yo, and I bump up the ante, ready for the war, I'm like an Iraqi
You don't want no beef, no teriyaki, I'ma get animalistic and aggy
Come visit, N One Niner, my da beat dat taught a bus driver
Twenty-four-seven, the basic survivor (Brrah), mic up, old man, televisor
[Chorus: Azza]
Cause a landslide when we touch the damn mic
Yeah, it's jammed tight get your fuckin' hands high
I'm the damn guy, I'm the damn guy
Got lemon and cheese and pengest of weed, enough to make you damn fly
Cause a landslide when we touch the damn mic
Yeah, it's jammed tight get your fuckin' hands high
I'm the damn guy, I'm the damn guy
Got lemon and cheese and pengest of weed, enough to make you damn fly
[Verse 7: Texas]
This ain't no test run, nought to sixty like that I'm an F1 (Nyoom)
Put down their weights on my air force, waste MCs get back where you left from (See ya)
So far back you get laughed at, it's like watching a terrible sitcom
Have a break son, have a KitKat, weak MCs like munching a Bourbon
Who's on the mic? It's Texas
I'm eating you all up for breakfast (Morning)
The style we got is infectious, I'm fitting together like Tetris (Beep-boop, beep-boop, beep)
Frontline baby shake it down (Hey hey hey hey), we represent for the underground
Appleface starts running out, light the fuse, tick, tick, tick, pow
[Verse 8: Jimmy Danger]
Honestly gotta be properly droppin' the sickest of rhymes you heard
The quickedest, wickedest lyricist ever to spit on the mic, true words (Right?)
So give me the rhythm, don't give it the big 'un, I'm killin' the vibe for days
We get in the zone, I'm lettin' them know we're chuckin' the mic and spray like
Stop that, watch this, keepin' it dark like gothic
So I drop shit, got piff, pure organic, no toxic
Cop man's flow, gally dropped down low
We proper got that, bro, it's a knockout shot, bop
[Chorus: Azza]
Cause a landslide when we touch the damn mic
Yeah, it's jammed tight get your fuckin' hands high
I'm the damn guy, I'm the damn guy
Got lemon and cheese and pengest of weed, enough to make you damn fly
Cause a landslide when we touch the damn mic
Yeah, it's jammed tight get your fuckin' hands high
I'm the damn guy, I'm the damn guy
Got lemon and cheese and pengest of weed, enough to make you damn fly
[Outro]
Fly, fly, fly
