P.A.S.O.U (The Purist Remix)

[Verse]

Yea

It's like I cast a spell on the bits of hard I sell

Got cats running back so that's why my crack ain't hard to sell

And it ain't hard to tell why they wanna throw my ass in jail

Lock me in my cell on basic with no chance of bail

No chance in hell

See I'm too smart to fail

I like to ride 'round with white 'cause

You don't have to mask the smell

I work by myself

I never ask for help

If I need a second opinion

Well I just ask the scales

To get you fucked

To get you lean

To get you on that methylene deoxy meth amphetamine

And that ketamine

In the kitchen I'm mean

Could get a Michelin star for my cuisine

There's no escaping it's plain to see

Yeah your soul belongs to me

As soon as you hit the B

Uhh dirty fiend is what you'll be

I got what you need

Duh brown or white the coke or speed

I guarantee uhh one sniff and your nose'll bleed

I dont usually deal with weed

But we got a crop in Surrey Quays

In about a week we're gunna harvest like thirty keys

Blueberry cheese

So you know we ain't low on P's

I guess my mummsy was wrong then

Money does grow on trees

Fuck the police I got WPC's saying "fuck me please"

Blowing up my line tryna buy a couple of E's

Got their minds in custody but that's just customary

I use the substances to get 'em trusting me

Then their soul succumbs to me

I got no sense of decency

Yeah I sell these from E16 to Regent Street

With persistent frequency

And you know it ain't just recently

The fiends won't leave me be

Until their vis-à-vis with PCP

I should keep a piece with me

'Cause nuff man want a piece of me

The reason being I'm making cheese like Reese would be

This game seasoned me

But there's still so much I need to see

So much that needs to be achieved to be where I need to be

Head chef I'm Gordon Ramsay

Hands full with pots and pans

Make grands off grams yeah that's the plan see

Buy my bird something fancy

Got her dressed in the newest styles

Louis' from Bloomingdales

Good thing I'm good on the stove

I'm Heston Blumenthal

Fuck that Nigella Lawson

Serving up them big portions

But I told you cunts before "My coke price is extortion"

Soon as I put out the word

It's like a fucking auction

Sold to the highest bidder

I got hard stuff and I got sniff

Cut more keys than a locksmith

From Hoxton up to Toxteth

Lock stock I stock the lot

From Tottenham where I got shift

But them cases would not stick

B2 took the heat for me too

That's my nigga I ain't forgot shit

Get it in like David Silva

Got bricks like Bob The Builder

Trappin' for four days straight

I'm on it like white on tilda

Free parcel sealed up

It keeps my glass all filled up

A class, it keeps me peeled up

Mad heads, I keep 'em billed up

Yeah that's right I keep 'em billed up

Yeah that's right I keep 'em billed up

Fuck off