The Damn Guy

[Intro: Azza]

I'm the damn guy

Azza, Manek, Traumatik, MTD

Diezel, Kombo, Texas, Jimmy Danger

I’m the damn guy

[Verse 1: Azza]

Ball hard like Orlando Magic, pull out the ting, call me "Go Go Gadget"

It's A-double-Z-A, but my name's not Aron, rude boy, no, it’s Harry like Hatchet

Talking like you're rough when you're moving but we know that you ain't stacking

Ain't trapping, dunno why these men are talking rough when they got no backing

Alright, lemme jump back in

Them'a chat shit but they can't back it

They don't wanna try fuck around on the mic, them men get scared when I’m at it

More time in a blacked-out jacket, touch the mic and I smack it

They can’t hack it, hater wanna hate, that's cool but I’ll counter attack it

[Verse 2: Manek]

Don't piss me off, trust me that shit's a lot

I'm back, you pricks, I’m kicking it off, off of the hinges give me the dosh

'Cause I wanna be livin' the floss, so I keep giving 'em, bringing them lots

On in the bleway isn't a prob, she'll be walking with a spliff in her gob

And I might be lit up sippin' courvos, but they won't hear me missin' a drop

Come near me I'll be willing to cotch but foul mouth me get a dig in the chops

Right around me, when when it kicks off, elbow to the face make a man pissed off

Don't know we're menacing 'cause when I say that it's going off it's off

[Chorus: Azza]

Cause a landslide when we touch the damn mic

Yeah, it's jammed tight get your fuckin' hands high

I'm the damn guy, I'm the damn guy

Got lemon and cheese and pengest of weed, enough to make you damn fly

Cause a landslide when we touch the damn mic

Yeah, it's jammed tight get your fuckin' hands high

I'm the damn guy, I'm the damn guy

Got lemon and cheese and pengest of weed, enough to make you damn fly

[Verse 3: Mr Traumatik]

My Lemon Haze is from Devon ways, and it's harvest time in eleven days

It's powerful like a weapon sprays, and trust me you'll be well amazed (So listen)

Let me just demonstrate smoke lemon haze and then celebrate

I meditate and regenerate and then elevate up to Heaven's Gate (I'm God)

I'm above all the pen and papes, just celebrate and then penetrate

I'll desecrate and I'll devastate any heavyweight, I don't relegate (Hey, dickhead)

Run, go tell a mate, my lemon is sticky like sellotape

I'm punctual, I'm never late cause I teleport and I levitate

[Verse 4: MTD]

When I spit out the bar, g, mastered the crafts like Mr Miyagi

Cross me, you'll see more punches thrown than fists at a football derby

My style is literally barmy, simple and plain like twisting a car key

I treat MCs like boats, taking them out with a spitting tsunami (Yeah!)

Bare lemony narcs, incredible bars put them on my logs

Smoking cheddar is fun, we're avoiding the federal cops

Your boys call tell 'em all come, I'll get 'em all done, I'll dead 'em all up

I treat them mans like work, then smoke heavily blunts

[Chorus: Azza]

Cause a landslide when we touch the damn mic

Yeah, it's jammed tight get your fuckin' hands high

I'm the damn guy, I'm the damn guy

Got lemon and cheese and pengest of weed, enough to make you damn fly

Cause a landslide when we touch the damn mic

Yeah, it's jammed tight get your fuckin' hands high

I'm the damn guy, I'm the damn guy

Got lemon and cheese and pengest of weed, enough to make you damn fly

[Verse 5: Diezel]

Crush all the lemon, armageddon, I'm blazin' twenty-four-seven

AK-47, how many zoots today? About seven

Strong weed spent 2011, so dank they smell it in Devon

So high they itchin' from heaven, birthday date: 7/7

Terrorist like a 9/11, bare Gs up in the sessions

Smoke so much it like an aggression, Z's weigh? Twenty-seven

Eighths? One-point-seven, bizayg, what'd you reckon?

They blame it on the recession, England's heading into depression

[Verse 6: Kombo]

Lyrical Daddy, run the mic like an athlete

Yammin' the beat like a patty, you can never catch me

The man-a-man sure take a back seat (Yep)

My name's on the road like a taxi, you're an lickle man you can't match me

When I'm in the mic I be givin' all bit'a big den bashy (Woo)

Yo, and I bump up the ante, ready for the war, I'm like an Iraqi

You don't want no beef, no teriyaki, I'ma get animalistic and aggy

Come visit, N One Niner, my da beat dat taught a bus driver

Twenty-four-seven, the basic survivor (Brrah), mic up, old man, televisor

[Chorus: Azza]

Cause a landslide when we touch the damn mic

Yeah, it's jammed tight get your fuckin' hands high

I'm the damn guy, I'm the damn guy

Got lemon and cheese and pengest of weed, enough to make you damn fly

Cause a landslide when we touch the damn mic

Yeah, it's jammed tight get your fuckin' hands high

I'm the damn guy, I'm the damn guy

Got lemon and cheese and pengest of weed, enough to make you damn fly

[Verse 7: Texas]

This ain't no test run, nought to sixty like that I'm an F1 (Nyoom)

Put down their weights on my air force, waste MCs get back where you left from (See ya)

So far back you get laughed at, it's like watching a terrible sitcom

Have a break son, have a KitKat, weak MCs like munching a Bourbon

Who's on the mic? It's Texas

I'm eating you all up for breakfast (Morning)

The style we got is infectious, I'm fitting together like Tetris (Beep-boop, beep-boop, beep)

Frontline baby shake it down (Hey hey hey hey), we represent for the underground

Appleface starts running out, light the fuse, tick, tick, tick, pow

[Verse 8: Jimmy Danger]

Honestly gotta be properly droppin' the sickest of rhymes you heard

The quickedest, wickedest lyricist ever to spit on the mic, true words (Right?)

So give me the rhythm, don't give it the big 'un, I'm killin' the vibe for days

We get in the zone, I'm lettin' them know we're chuckin' the mic and spray like

Stop that, watch this, keepin' it dark like gothic

So I drop shit, got piff, pure organic, no toxic

Cop man's flow, gally dropped down low

We proper got that, bro, it's a knockout shot, bop

[Chorus: Azza]

Cause a landslide when we touch the damn mic

Yeah, it's jammed tight get your fuckin' hands high

I'm the damn guy, I'm the damn guy

Got lemon and cheese and pengest of weed, enough to make you damn fly

Cause a landslide when we touch the damn mic

Yeah, it's jammed tight get your fuckin' hands high

I'm the damn guy, I'm the damn guy

Got lemon and cheese and pengest of weed, enough to make you damn fly

[Outro]

Fly, fly, fly