Busker Flow

Let the games begin

A million ways to win

I'm sick of the waiting

Sick of the pain

I live with this weight within

That weighs me down but never-the-less I find a way to win

I pick up the pace and simmer the game, they're shook at the pace I bring

Embrace the saviour, they're thinking of ways to slay the king

Running away from ways of sin, she thinking of ways to break me in

Delivering major, I kill a narrator

The bigger the work-rate, the bigger the paper

I'm telling them fuck your validation boy, I validate myself

These rappers couldn't stomach me, they punch below the belt

Sitting and dreaming of palm trees

More drive than a car thief

Your luke-warm that's half heat

I'm Lupe, I'm Kweli, I'm Mos Def, I'm Ali

Who in the hell wanna spar me, this ain't a regular party

Somebody ring an alarm please, might pole-vault to the next stage

I been ahead of the next wave, and the next wave, and the next wave

Labels are playing a guess game, I'll be the king in the chess game

Telling 'em, give me the cheque, mate

I'm a black man in a white world with a mad flow and a fresh fade

Couldn't see this in an x-ray

Space bars better escape

Coulda I lost hope but kept faith

No games but I get played

Stone's back with a new flow

Dons like where did you go?

Got new smoke, gotta move though

Through the backdoors and the loopholes

Move slow then you lose hope, gotta think fast, never stoop low

Few scars from a few foes, now we move smart never too close

Head in the game, telling them give me the praise

Tables are turning we getting it burning they could never sever the flame

Don't want a regular wage

Bruv we will be coming of age

Something to nothing I promise I'm coming I'm setting it up in a blaze

Gluttonous brothers who plotting on me

I'm in a cut with a couple of gs

I wouldn't bother to borrow the 1

Running the shot  I just bob and I weave

Never forgetting that nothing is free

I been ahead of the mom in the lead

I was a brother with nothing to see

One of the rappers who got a degree

I'm just a brother with nothing to hide

Ready to get it no matter the heights

Give you a little advice, don't be the one that be living a lie

If you be plotting you better be wise

Never be letting them get in your light

Probably be trying to be killing the vibe

I will endeavour to sever the ties

Spending my hours on keeping the relevance

I was the brother with nothing but eminence

Double the pressure we nothing but elegant

I was a man who believe in development

Hard faith, had to be prevalent

Last place never was evident

Even though I was ahead of them I was determined to make them irrelevant

Leave them for dead and I come for their regiment

I'll be the king of the residence, put me on letterman

I'm in my element, I was 11 when I was a G

Gimme the mic, running the king

Hungry as ever, nothing to eat

Nothing to something, I body the beat

None of you brothers got nothing on me

Uh, stones here

Busker Flow