Rhyme On (Remix)

[Chorus: Discarda & Scratchy] (Scratchy beat) Rhyme on, rhyme on You ain't on the level that I'm on I ain't nothing like none of you boys I make my own dough, don't have to sign on (Scratchy beat) Rhyme on, rhyme on You ain't on the level that I'm on I ain't nothing like none of you boys I make my own Tom, don't have to sign on Rhyme on, rhyme on You ain't on the level that I'm on I ain't nothing like none of you boys I make my own dough, don't have to sign on Rhyme on, rhyme on You ain't on the level that I'm on I ain't nothing like none of you boys I make my own Tom, don't have to sign on [Verse 1: Breeze?] I make my own bread Clean as a whistle, I smile at feds Hate blues but I like those reds Can't meds out 'cause my Ps got later So I grind on, grind on It's mad when I turn the mind on I'm sick, I know the mind's gone Flip the switch, you know what I'm on [Verse 2: Discarda] Star quarterback and I'm the waterboy When people say my baby mum they're like "oi That's Lee McNaughty's boy" Talk to girls, I don't talk to boys Roll Deep set, I was fifteen Back in the day, I was a naughty boy I was an angry boy, now I'm an angry man Back in the day, I was a naughty boy [Chorus: Discarda] Rhyme on, rhyme on You ain't on the level that I'm on I ain't nothing like none of you boys I make my own dough, don't have to sign on Rhyme on, rhyme on You ain't on the level that I'm on I ain't nothing like none of you boys I make my own Tom, don't have to sign on Rhyme on, rhyme on You ain't on the level that I'm on I ain't nothing like none of you boys I make my own dough, don't have to sign on Rhyme on, rhyme on You ain't on the level that I'm on I ain't nothing like none of you boys I make my own Tom, don't have to sign on [Verse 3: Scratchy?] I ain't smacked no one up for a little while So I might smack you up for a little while But I'm looking for the big money stack Not no little pile I'm a big man, not no little child So once I start grinding Can't stop flowing like the water from the River Nile You've got the loser's, fam, I've got the winner's smile [Verse 4: Manga] Back in my pocket, monkey on my back Tongue on my feet, card for the cash Walk in the shop and I'm overly gassed Take pictures, no need for the flash I rhyme on to get my cake up I'm in a new time zone when I wake up Next to a new time girl that I laid up With a big bum and an A-cup [Chorus: Discarda] Rhyme on, rhyme on You ain't on the level that I'm on I ain't nothing like none of you boys I make my own dough, don't have to sign on Rhyme on, rhyme on You ain't on the level that I'm on I ain't nothing like none of you boys I make my own Tom, don't have to sign on Rhyme on, rhyme on You ain't on the level that I'm on I ain't nothing like none of you boys I make my own dough, don't have to sign on Rhyme on, rhyme on You ain't on the level that I'm on I ain't nothing like none of you boys I make my own Tom, don't have to sign on [Verse 5: Brazen] Yo, yo, I'm rhymin' 'em out, rhymin' 'em out Say no more, Roll Deep's still about Let's get to the point and make money now And put the Queen's heads in the account We've done a lot since Rules & Regs And made a few pence since Big Money Sound I make money; money, I make And my team go all-out for the pounds [Outro: Flowdan] Oi, remember It's not too bubbly like champagne but it's a mad campaign It's called Winner Stays On UK's wickedest album Mad Dead that