Pulse 8

[Verse 1]

I used to have ten youts knocking my door

Asking me to roll out and lick cars

Now I've got 25 youts knocking my door

Still asking me to spit bars

At least they're not knocking and running

Plotting and gunning, shotting and bunning

If my crew knocked man's door back in the day

It would be to hot him and run in

20 past 4 in the morning

And I'm still up, I ate too late

My belly got fill up, all the mandem look tired

Fam, I don't blaze

But I can bill up, so if I get bored

I might mm, bill it

At studio, I'm like mm, kill it

Then I duck from the room and I jump in the booth

When I dump on the tune

Rudeboy, hush

Don't ask me why I'm in a rush

Don't ask me why I'm not tweeting

I'm in Brent Cross, man I'm shopping in Lush

If you know me, phone me

I'mma go eat on my lonelies

I'm in Nandos with a veggie wrap

Or I'm sitting in Leon, munching a gobi

Whichever one's nearer

VGang, now I see clearer

No meat, no cheese, no milk, no eggs

Don't believe me? Ask Sarah

Stop staring, you're not four-eyed

I only put good food in my jaw-side

Sensodyne Classic, Listorene citrus

Cause I don't wanna have no fluoride

Big up the man that know

The girls that know, teachers that know

Parents and children that know

If you don't know, Boy Better Know

If anybody try draw my ting

I'mma have to have words with friends

To avoid the clash of clans

Man might go for a run with Tempz

Man might go for a run with Tim

Good food will turn a Fatboy Slim

Man like me perform to keep trim

Spit two bars, don't have to go gym

We play grime all over the world still

Man bopping their head like Churchill

When us man touch down in New York, it's lit

Ask Virgil

Ask Bari, crazy baldhead, word to Bob Marley

I will sit up on a riddim so neatly

Now they wanna bite me like Charlie

Charlie bit me (ow, Charlie!)

Test me, you and what army?

I'll wear a Pagan out like Pagani

I'm gone, BRB