Mufasa #MicCheck

[Intro] Mm, mm, mm, mm, mm Yeah Mufasa Hold tight Link Up, Mic Check Shout out my girls Large up the pagans dem [Verse] Yeah, killing everybody in the game, even MJ had to beat it Shamone, listen I'm the shit like I'm faeces Couldn't give a shit about the retweets Couldn't give a shit about the shit You can take the girl out the hood but you can't take the bits out the bitch Drop punchlines, get a kick out of it I'm so sick, take the piss out the shit Like, straight outta Croydon Rolling with some dykes, avoiding boydem I bring the bombs and I deploy them You're an MD, I might destroy him Heard your track, it was mighty boring I wouldn't even wipe the floor with it Tune's catchy, no chorus in it You ain't heard my song but know all the lyrics, like how that work? My bitches hold shh and they all know how that work You say you shut down, looks like your crowd don't work I smoked your weed and your loud don't work How that work? How that work? How that work? Bitch, how that work? Talk about Ps, not a pound in your purse Jump in the whip, push down and reverse Why? Cause I'm back Why they catting the flows and all that? If I get mad, who's holding me back? Not her, not him I'm so wavy so it's only right that I'm show-boating Please don't get motion sick Going in straight from the jump Rolled me something and it weighed about a tonne Don't say my shit is lit or it’s crunk We don't even say that shit in England Like, please please please, tell me that my shit is greazy I bet I sound nothing like Little Weezy Shut down shows, I don't do no freebies Bow down when you see me I dropped Don't Fuck With Them and now they're fucking with me, wow how ironic Any flow I bring is iconic If you really want it then I'm on it Ride in the whip, tiptronic You know my style, you know my swag Them girl there, na they ain't bad Badder than who? Badder than what? Never, not me Them girl tried but I did it properly I'm going in straight for the kill Run up in the shop, head straight for the till Leave off of that, cah let's be real Them bars there aren't paying your bills No way, them bars they can't suffice Them bars, you can't survive off that That's your flow? Ah my ting dat Send for me, I ain't writing back I won't even hear your shit You'll spend money and time on a vid for me Meanwhile I'll be busy making history That's how you add insult to injury Wow, they all wanna fuck with me now Emails have been getting on top of me now Cause I am the wave And I don't behave So fucking with me, fuck around and drown Fucking with me, it will be lights out Them girl there wanna copy my style Shut down shows like I put the mic down They say "oh my days" when they see me on nights out Tell me that they've got me on Soundcloud, bless up Hope that they buy my shit but no pressure Ain't my flex, that ain't how I'm set up It's my pleasure and it's at your leisure Who's in charge? Well I'm in charge Who's the boss? Well I'm the boss Who's the cure and who's the cause? Who is real, who's Santa Claus? And what the bumba, what the rass? Who's the bitch behind the mask? Who's the jury, who's the judge? Who fell off, who's unsurpassed? Who the fuck and who's the fuss? Who's the pussy, who's Mufasa? Me Tell them girls, do not fuck with me Told them already I don't fuck with them, like say I didn't say it properly I don't wanna tell them again, I think you had this idea that we was on par But I'm in a higher tier, you're not in my class If you wanna take it there then we can go fast Got myself a rocket then I have a blast Oh my gosh, skippy flows That kind of have you on your tippy toes That kind that makes you wanna let your whole city know Punchlines even with a drippy nose You don't wanna come against Nadz I take them girl for punching bags Take them girl for trash Think it's a game? You've met your match Think it's a game? You've met your death Don't make the grade, you've failed your test If you've got a brain inside your head See me in the rave, you should play dead Came with that grade, can smell that stench Making it rain and make it stretch Make sure I'm paid and we get fed Not just in cash, pay me respect Cause like I said Who's in charge? Well I'm in charge Who's the boss? Well I'm the boss Who's the cure and who's the cause? Who is real, who's Santa Claus? What the bumba, what the rass? Who's the bitch behind the mask? Who's the jury, who's the judge? Who fell off, who's unsurpassed? Who the fuck and who's the fuss? Who's the pussy, who's Mufasa? Me