Cheese Slice

[Verse]

Yeah, I'm African

That's a fact but more than a fraction Anglo-Saxon

That's why I don't have dark black skin

But my hair has to have Dax in

About as loud as a klaxon

Bad attitude, London accent

Ride round in a Hyundai Accent

Yeah that's what I move the cracks in

No time for relaxin'

Procrastinating or slackin'

Gotta be on your toes like Jackson

Kind of clientele I’m attracting

I always say

"Turn your back on the cat, you get your head smacked in"

You just gotta be on a mad ting

Like, bang 'em if they start acting

Bit of a schemer

You can see it in my demeanor

It's the way I gotta be

So I lick more shots than Karim Benzema

I'm on the toilet doing a steamer

Fillin' bags with bits of that reema

Big sniff and I'm out

Toking like I don’t fear emphysema

And I've got mad love for these crackheads

Cus yeah they bought me the Beamer

They help me see I needed the  cream

Like skin with eczema

Without 'em, life would be about as fun as a fractured femur

I'd still be a dreamer

So viva la cocaína

Tryna get in the Medina

So I gotta make all the right decisions like Luigi Collina

I go hard, I don't take a breather

Yeah I'm in the Alpina

I've got the shiva, I've got sativa

You see me act like a diva

Hatin' cos you're an underachiever

You want work pick up your receiver

Dial my number, I'll come see ya

Have ya on the block, have ya working double shifts like a cleaner

Punching in the clock, tryna clock if the feds have seen ya

Slingin' the rocks, while I'm making sure you keep track of stock

Yeah I'll be your manager

You don't hit target, I'll damage ya

I'm not one to be lenient

Nah it's just not in my character

Cos reason ain’t in my repertoire

I don't play the devil's advocate, I play the devil's Avatar

Leave your house looking like an abattoir

Trust me darg I ain't no amateur

This isn't no caricature

This is the real moi

Pisshead, drugs dealer

To this game I ain't no stranger

Through clear in present danger

My line is major

Still beatin' em, I’m like Best and Ranger

We get the Smack from Malaysia

So pure it'll fucking amaze ya

As soon as it hits the vein, you'll fall out the sky like the Blue Blazer

I like dark nights

Peddling brown and hard whites

Yeah I start fights

Start whips, start bikes

I get the food for half price

Profit margin ain't half-nice

I meet the big man on the block

But I circle the park twice

Wanna nick me but they can't quite

'Cos I always play my cards right

I'm on the grind like Tony Hawk

At the top of the half-pipe

Cat try fed me a half pipe I'm like, fuck off outta my sight

Pay or I’ll fuck you up on sight. You want your get right, then get right

I'm giving you an insight into my life

Constant arguing with the wife

'Cause i keep cutting the leng with her bread knife

Seven cans of Red Stripe

Won’t be stopping for a red light

Won't be stopping for the blue lights

But I will be back if the food's light

One away from three strikes

So I should be more streetwise

I've got fifteen years in the fridge

Sitting next to a cheese slice

Hundred grams to be precise

That should suffice

Help me on my way to them dizzy heights

Just hope they don't catch me bang to rights

(Slags)