No The Levels

[Intro] Look, hold tight Nocturnal on this one yeah? It's way too fucked, it's way too fucked, I swear to God Don't get the intro twisted I swear, look Watch, look, where we going? Yeah [Verse 1] I'm taking over now Been in the game since 2-3 October now I'm fucking it up, listen to over now I'm setting the pace, how they gonna slow me down? Look, it's over clown, I got the skippiest flows in town Plus, them niggas can't fuck with my wordplay I switch it back, DJ bring it back, why? 'cos I ain't even wrote this down Yes, I've been blessed with a potent sound I'm not alike the rest I'm something like the best You ain't ever heard nothing like me yet Bring anyone I bet money, live will set Your honey sticking like honey, nice and wet Don't lie, you would like to be Ghetts Girls love when I'm life in effect They can't wait to see me live in the flesh Even though I cannot afford no diamond baguettes I don't lie, slightly you're vexed I can see it in your eyes and your neck I'm like, come on dog, your wife is a pest Just being a guy makes me a threat Just seeking advice can make me inject Just being a wife or maybe a friend That's maybe a sket And I'ma do something I maybe regret Later in life, but you know what's popping off later tonight Sex, wanna wet her but maybe depress Yes, I watch your baby undress And it don't take much to make me erect And still I don't know her name and her address But I know that that's your bitch Don't tell me that's your whip The same whip in which I lashed your chick You rets when I do skets I don't wanna catch your shit You're dumb, in fact you're thick Played at your own game, pack your shit No game, but I'm not a no-name, I'm an artist Got an advantage Burning hot, you ain't got no flame I'm black, you're blick Plus you're on crack, you're sick I don't care if you pack a 45th Or you clapped your stick Carry on chat more shit and I'ma slap your lips Take a phone, dash your chip You're just like Bashy You don't know if you should act or spit I'm back, you're pissed Keep running your mouth I'll run in your house and kidnap your kids [Verse 2] Faith like Evans I'm a survivor, pricks wanna send but get 187 By the way, you lot talk so much I'm surprised that your tongues ain't swelling Once again, would somebody tell him? I'm gone like say I'm gonna run away jetting I'm jetting on a run way I can step my level up in one day And not only step it up in one way And they can't set me up I'm not a dumb brain You have better luck getting up on Sunday So take my advice and sleep in Or get ate by the guys that we bring Like a date with your wife is a deep thing So the hate on my eyes is 'cos I'm deep in You can't wait till I die, but I'm breathing No way would you found what you're seeking I'm okay, I'm on a grind for a reason And you know what's up, I got no time, I'm breezing And I know you niggas have got straps but The only thing you buss is semen Please, you're an overnight badboy Where was you when I was on the bus stealing Driving at show rooms and drug dealings? That's right, I was robbing and thieving Ducking and diving, bopping and weaving No more mummy providing So I was plotting and scheming Getting this money from grinding even when I lost my freedom Even when the block was freezing My socks had Ps in, legit, I forgot the meaning Pricks wanna stop me eating Stop me breathing But I will not be beaten So what if it clocks me cheating? It's cocky season You clowns have got me creasing You get aired like, what we breath in I get rare, it's hot, it's steaming You won't get near, it's done, keep dreaming You might get there, keep on, keep believing Don't spend every evening sleeping I recommend you increase your reading Get a pen and release your feelings But then again, many men put in more work than a veteran's But ain't even eating But I'm ahead of the rest, not even-stevens I'm so strong right now I could fuck little more and not breed a weakling And I make it look easy, like I'm just getting Ps for speaking I got the street on smash Finally I've getting decent gash They wanna ride with me like I got Ps to splash Hold the 9 mili bitch, read the map Holds a mile really quick, easy lash Don't want quite to be sick, even flash Don't even try silly prick, I'll squeeze the gat Yo, my life's pretty sick, read my stats Just rhymes, no, these are facts I buss .9s and even stab Done crime like I never seen my dad Sometimes I can be seen in caps When the sunshine, still the heat's packed Done time, but now I got my freedom back Freedom's back, that's the new talk And I'm blowing up road like the moonwalk I got so many goals but life's too short But I'm going for gold like I do sport And I'm fully fit, the rest are full of shit All I need is beats and I'm fully equipped Yeah I roll deep in a ringer (Fuck it) 'cos some man are bants, so I couldn't be full of this shit Yeah I went out of a minger, (Fuck it) No long ting, man I bang till the pussy drips Yeah I'm an angry nigga (Fuck it) [Verse 3] Top notch, skipping like hopscotch Soon, I'm gonna have the whole city locked, watch What, you don't know? Willy got dropped No directs and so silly, you got lost I'm on top, trying to slew me's a long shot Write bars non-stop Niggas can't wait till my songs drop You must be on rocks Don't call me cus', you ain't even my long lost You'll never know what be a strong cost Me and my niggas are all winners Been doing this ever since school dinners Please don't bread, but you tell me I'm on box Let me be wealthy, I want dust All these hoes that belled me get longed off It's official, I'm back on my grizzle No time to slack, not even a little I've been on the grind before the first whistles So no whatever you're worth, I'm worth triple That's why I get checked like it's routine But I think like the feds prefer Mitchell Pricks wanna see me on the curb, crippled But it's not that, I fire the first missile The niggas don't want it like when I merk Shizzle One line, the wifey's got a third nipple Pricks don't like me, they prefer ginnals You'll never sight me working in Lidl You punks are sweet like you're working with skittles I'm back like I'm working with Bizzle But I'm not on pop, and what I'm doing is work in a little Can't work it out like a permanent riddle From front to back I merk raves Sorry to say you only murder the middle It's really a wrap, you feel me, I'm back And you could never peel me, I'm strapped I'll get my hands filthy then clap Then skillfully blacked, don't tell me you're back Still be relaxed Got bars but they're not milky, they're flat I was off-guard, but I'm not still being slapped I'm on point, even with a strong joint Chat shit and you will be attacked, that's your choice You can talk, it's your voice Don't bet you'll still be intact, call your boys Watch 'em leave with sore joints Know that, I be guilty and that So, so, you better get lost before it gets hot 'cos when it gets hot, you might get a leg short And you'll no longer feel free to chat So, so, talk again And I swear you'll never ever walk again I can spit yeah, yeah, no I never been short of flame And I can also build beats and rap Look down, but now I feel free, I'm haps I'm happy I feel free Here ain't no niggas wanna run up in my house with the bally and kill me Living in a valley with real Gs [Interlude] Aye MCs yeah? Know the levels yeah? Hah, know the levels, it ain't basic season right now, swear to you, look, look, look [Verse 4] What's happening? What's really good cus? What's crackling? I be in the hood blud Still battling, still trying to push drugs So when I see feds, they only see legs Yeah I'm still panicking And I've left them fakes in the past But I still hear snakes in the grass Still rattling And they're all claiming they blast It's nothing but a pain in the arse Will it matter when my mixtape's on display like a mannequin? Then, then outcomes the album I got this shit locked down like falcon Yeah, yeah, flows I got a thousand And I bet that MCs have said that But they really hope that nobody counts them They hope that nobody counts them [Verse 5] They don't know about Ghetto I'm hearing talk about Ghetto But they don't know my background I'll never back down Smoke brown, I back clowns I guess I'm too damn proud I stack pounds, clap rounds and act foul Hands down, that blouse in a man's house Mad frown, cap down in a bad town Slap down that clown I'ma then come in like Like, like, yeah that's foul Two four and it's all careless now Run up in your parents house Take more than a fair share then bounce Break laws, I don't fear Blair, swear down Break jaws and I scare brers with accounts Fists or with the bare spray that I found Break whores with their ears pierced then I'm out then I'm out [Bridge] And it's G-H-E double T and (O) My heart ain't nothing but freezing (Cold) And I always walk with the heat on (Road) And all I really want is Ps and (Hoes) And it's G-H-E double T and (O) My heart ain't nothing but freezing (Cold) And I always walk with the heat on (Road) And all I really want is Ps [Verse 6] Look, ain't heard of me? Then you must be deaf My name's around town like I must be next The rest must be vexed Came in the game and lapped them Next day went like I jumped three steps Don't think 'cos I got rushed you got ammo Get rained on like a rusty fence Life's short, now I know what my mumzy meant She ain't been the same since gumzy went Since gumzy went I've been more focused Money getting stacked, not one P spent but Revenge is still a must it won't end till I buss Not one chief left, what friend could I trust? Some guys are like bitches All depends on the month When niggas are nervous, tell them to take one deep breath No chrome, go home to a comfy bed Overstand your whole body I'ma have niggas standing over your body Like "Damn, he died one fuckery death They don't even know what bun he's flexed" This boy tried to run, he's next No joy, no fun, we vexed Oh boy you made a choice so dumb Since then I'm attacking your defence Nobody ain't been backing me recent Slipped a few times I'ma make sure it's not a pattern or sequence Now what I'm packing be decent Feds on my toe, wanna put a nigga back in the prison I'm sick, and if you think that's the treatment It's not, and I'm not a snitch, fuck an agreement [Interlude] Now we just gotta take it back quickly, so they know [Verse 7] I was really good, I'm really hood Cock back, I really would And leave your brains in your Evisu Hood You don't want beef you mook So what if you're at least 6 foot? Me I beef with a noog And I'll leave with your goods And it's deep in the hood Bodies get found near trees in the woods Near trees in the woods Me, I'm real, and I see through the book And when I see through the book, I'm easily pushed I might hide the heat in the bush With the guy that don't mind to squeeze from a bush All year round, every season, I could Call brers down but your people are shook Believe that I would I don't believe you're a crook You're a chief and a theme and a mook Don't speak to me puff I'm a fiend for the mic and you're the reason I'm hooked 'cos ain't nothing like squeezing in shubz at fake MCs that I easily shush Fake MCs, never me, have a look Level and never alike, Peter and Hook Them boy forget heat and a juk They talk a good game, but speaking is poop You can never bury I, many have already tried Soundboy, you're a bitch like Kelly Price I'm Ghetto, you're any guy, still I won't let it ride You can write bars of any kind I'll spit ten of mine, and you'll be laughed at Like you're 30, and still on petty crime You've had your chance, prat Me I've been working, yeah I'm not getting signed But a mill' or half that Tables are turned and still you're getting pied Me I'm on a fast track I wanna be earning, you're cool with getting by That's why you starve prat I ain't concerned about you, I'm getting mine There's nothing I can't have I don't care if you like me or not I'm better than some that are signed to the Roc Any time, any slot, I'm right for the job On the mic, I'm a God, never tired, I'm props And there ain't no guys in my squad That spit likes say they got the mind of a dog You on the other hand, I don't understand Spit like say you rat and a frog But still I be liking it lots 'cos I'd rather swing than ride on my todge Your bars are like cars, mm right in a moss Soundboy killer but fuck live on a box You've been a don since 19-what? I don't believe you, you lie too much Lie in the booth and lie in the beat But I don't get it, you never lie to the cops [Outro] I'm off the rails like a curtain 24/7 I've been putting the work in For certain, I'm merking I'm so determined, no one can stop me Not even a whirlwind