[Intro: Kenny Allstar & Mitch]
What you sayin' Mitch? Second time lucky?
Look
'Cah I know the people were rockin' with you the first time 'round
But I know they never anticipated you to spin back for another one
So, here we go
Look
It's Mitch
Look, look
Mad About Bars
Chyeah, look, look
Is this how you're movin' Jackson?
[Verse: Mitch]
I went from wavin' this gun to Jay-Z and Brum
They wanna rap on drill, how much have they done?
I got a nephew called Ray, he ain't bringin' the rum
Elephant man, the way he gives the paigons a run
And now they know how I'm comin', I already come
I had to spin it on blocks we already spun
Way before I droppеd win, they say I already won
Took the dingеrs off the akhis, now they're callin' me Lon
The helium, I want Dior tops in medium
Suckin' balloons, I don't agree with them
Pick this pole or this podium, I went from Nickelodeon
Music got me, take this [?]
I shall over come in my 4s or these Jordan 1s
Now they want a picture like Jordan Dunn
Overall them man are overdone
Things I couldn't show my son, but I can show this drum
You can hold this pun
NSG, I'm with some black yutes with PSG tracksuits
Tryna turn a boy into a statue
Stan alone by choice, I never had to
And how they dress like JLS in a rap group?
DDT from the backroads, PDC
Gwarn like a goon, but it's PVC
I'm an oil like CBT, this game is just me and me
I was home alone like DBE
Nameless and brainless to fame, meth and dangerous
I'm too bait gettin' clapped by my neighbours
I seen the geezers kickin' it with—
The other ones leavin' letters in a station
Greedy guy, catch me at Wing Stop, I'm TGI
I'll spot an opp with my beady eyes
They patronise when I was shootin in a gym like Valentine
Didn't get my flowers like Valentine
Free Poet, free Palestine, bro did it so divine
Champion boy like Alkaline
I was confined, feel in love with bine before I spat a rhyme
Way before I signed down a dotted line
Mad about stars before Mad About Bars
And they know I got talent, why they mad about ours?
Mad about stars before Mad About Bars
They know I got talent, why they mad about ours?
These rappers like girls, should be "Mad About Bras"
If I do get my flowers, look mad in that vase
The mandem want drums, you can keep the guitars
This ain't fifty-fifty, they'll let it sing like Lamar
I was locked in a jar to a sports car
It's one mile away, bro, it's not very far
I don't need to go far, if it's smoke, I'm cigar
It's bizarre, it's bizarre, do it raw, do it raw
They hit the crossbar, Ole Gunnar Solskjær
Me and bro stick together, Harold & Kumar
They say, "Mitchy, wagwan", yeah, I take you too far
I'm a storm in the calm, if it's calm then it's calm
You lyin' out your lips, man, you need lip balm
And these jail guys ain't caused me any harm
Yeah, you're hard, rap about how your boy got disarmed
Keep the backdoor closed, weren't born in a barn
In a basement with Sean listenin' to Popcaan
They rap about jawns, but they never pop corn
Before all the drums, I'm a black boy with charm
And if the school bell ah ring, Kenny, "Ring the alarm"
And I don't want flowers if it came from a farm
You ain't readin' the psalms like you ain't readin' my palms
I'm from ma place called Birmingham, it's like Vietnam
Try speech to your mum 'cause he sing like a don
[Outro]
Is this how you're movin' Jackson?
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