Oscar

[Chorus: Example]

Classic genre, I'll do any of 'em

Classic genre, I'll do any of 'em

Classic genre, I'll take any offer

You can keep your Grammy and your motherfuckin' Oscar

[Verse 1: Example]

Answers first, questions later

Why so many questions, hater?

Spend your fucking day to day drinking fucking Hatorade

Waste away, sat inside your room in isolation

Amount of shit inside your mouth is verbal constipation

One sec, I'll make the hit pop

Then house DJ's think I'm shit hot

I'll do both, yeah, why the fuck not?

Only care about the beats and sick drops

London town to Brisbane, what?

Swapped in macs for flip flops

Money in the grave, like Rick Ross

Bet your girl dance to this on TikTok

Big boss man with the shit hot tan

Man with a plan, forget your lockdown

Back with a bang, some shit that got canned

But I'm stickin' it out on this al-bam (Bam?)

I mean album

Was on powder, not talcum

Ask Malcolm in the Middle

Everybody ever give you all that you're gonna feel it with the rhythm at the minute and I'm killin' 'em softly

Get outta my way, in the littlest way

Melt the face off like Nicholas Cage

Bet they go cray inside the big grave

(Eh uh uh, eh uh uh, eh)

This game's a fucking circus

And who's on microphone right now?

It's Mister Berserkus, you heard us

[Chorus: Example]

Classic genre, I'll do any of 'em

Classic genre, I'll do any of 'em

Classic genre, I'll take any offer

You can keep your Grammy and your motherfuckin' Oscar

[Verse 2: P Money]

Your throne is mine

Head hot, with a gold chain and that big R1, it's my motorbike

Ghost right on you, poltergeist

Def not when I wrote for guys

Man's fake I told you guys

He needs milk, I'm bonified

I don't care for your old stories

Your throwback to be thrown aside

When it's flows I'm over nice

Normal call, like I'm over, nice

Boasting 20 bags of show-work down to you being overpriced

Different sound when I hold the mic

Different girls when I hold the pipe

You ain't mine, I know your type

Piss off, already know my wife, that's Bad B

I'm Gang, G, count my hand, fees

These animals from east and P

Break foot and mouth, I'm on mad beef

Ain't got time for these Boris Johnson's

Baffled when these man speak

Are they MC's or athletes?

Man runner get caught by hand speed

Forget the violence

Be silent

Lay back in the black top whip with the plate on private

Back to my yard where I'm livin' in private

IPhone gotta keep that on divert

2004 I was playin' with dutch like sayin' I was Patrick Kluivert

Levels too high I can only ride with a pilot

[Chorus: Example]

Classic genre, I'll do any of 'em

Classic genre, I'll do any of 'em

Classic genre, I'll take any offer

You can keep your Grammy and your motherfuckin' Oscar

Classic genre, I'll do any of 'em

Classic genre, I'll do any of 'em

Classic genre, I'll take any offer

You can keep your Grammy and your motherfuckin' Oscar

[Verse 3: Harry Shotta]

Came in the game, top boy from day one

So called "Top boys" didn't wanna spray one

Bar on a back to back and I flow A1

Now I'm the top boy, mocking it, Jay1

Put a sock in it when I be socking it to 'em locking it down

With the flow when I'm dropping it topical

Top top top of the tree, the top of the oracle

Man are chatting 'bout there better but that's rhetorical

I'm diabolical, straight to the molecule

In everyday life, I'm nice on the mic I'm horrible

Cheeky sod with that big gob

Bionic on the mic, Gangster Chronicles

Flip bare magic and I move like McGonagall

And we can have a laugh but the bars aren't comical

D'n'B, rap, grime, boom bap, double time

Done 'em all (Fuck that), truly phenomenal

Hit 'em with the venomous medicine I'ma get 'em

With the elements I'm bringing in lyrical armageddon

I'm dead 'em and set the levels like 7/11 the way I get 'em

When I serve up manor from heaven (It's too much)

From the time when when I one-two check 'em

Other MC's all like, "Give me a second"

But nah my G let me spit my 32

Man's a Wretch and I'ma kick 'em like Tekken

When I wreck 'em they all reckon I'm wrecking it not neck and neck

Neck another bottle I reckon they're gonna recollect

Regularly rippin' the mics live when I wreck a set

Wacking 'em back and making a racket like Megadeth

Megatron on a song still stay mega blessed

Megaman so solid no I ain't ever left

Bun the Grammys and the Oscars

There's no sleep for the wickedest that's why I never rest

[Outro: Example]

I'll do any of 'em