Rhyme On (Remix)

[Chorus: Discarda & Scratchy]

(Scratchy beat) Rhyme on, rhyme on

You ain't on the level that I'm on

I ain't nothing like none of you boys

I make my own dough, don't have to sign on

(Scratchy beat) Rhyme on, rhyme on

You ain't on the level that I'm on

I ain't nothing like none of you boys

I make my own Tom, don't have to sign on

Rhyme on, rhyme on

You ain't on the level that I'm on

I ain't nothing like none of you boys

I make my own dough, don't have to sign on

Rhyme on, rhyme on

You ain't on the level that I'm on

I ain't nothing like none of you boys

I make my own Tom, don't have to sign on

[Verse 1: Breeze?]

I make my own bread

Clean as a whistle, I smile at feds

Hate blues but I like those reds

Can't meds out 'cause my Ps got later

So I grind on, grind on

It's mad when I turn the mind on

I'm sick, I know the mind's gone

Flip the switch, you know what I'm on

[Verse 2: Discarda]

Star quarterback and I'm the waterboy

When people say my baby mum they're like "oi

That's Lee McNaughty's boy"

Talk to girls, I don't talk to boys

Roll Deep set, I was fifteen

Back in the day, I was a naughty boy

I was an angry boy, now I'm an angry man

Back in the day, I was a naughty boy

[Chorus: Discarda]

Rhyme on, rhyme on

You ain't on the level that I'm on

I ain't nothing like none of you boys

I make my own dough, don't have to sign on

Rhyme on, rhyme on

You ain't on the level that I'm on

I ain't nothing like none of you boys

I make my own Tom, don't have to sign on

Rhyme on, rhyme on

You ain't on the level that I'm on

I ain't nothing like none of you boys

I make my own dough, don't have to sign on

Rhyme on, rhyme on

You ain't on the level that I'm on

I ain't nothing like none of you boys

I make my own Tom, don't have to sign on

[Verse 3: Scratchy?]

I ain't smacked no one up for a little while

So I might smack you up for a little while

But I'm looking for the big money stack

Not no little pile

I'm a big man, not no little child

So once I start grinding

Can't stop flowing like the water from the River Nile

You've got the loser's, fam, I've got the winner's smile

[Verse 4: Manga]

Back in my pocket, monkey on my back

Tongue on my feet, card for the cash

Walk in the shop and I'm overly gassed

Take pictures, no need for the flash

I rhyme on to get my cake up

I'm in a new time zone when I wake up

Next to a new time girl that I laid up

With a big bum and an A-cup

[Chorus: Discarda]

Rhyme on, rhyme on

You ain't on the level that I'm on

I ain't nothing like none of you boys

I make my own dough, don't have to sign on

Rhyme on, rhyme on

You ain't on the level that I'm on

I ain't nothing like none of you boys

I make my own Tom, don't have to sign on

Rhyme on, rhyme on

You ain't on the level that I'm on

I ain't nothing like none of you boys

I make my own dough, don't have to sign on

Rhyme on, rhyme on

You ain't on the level that I'm on

I ain't nothing like none of you boys

I make my own Tom, don't have to sign on

[Verse 5: Brazen]

Yo, yo, I'm rhymin' 'em out, rhymin' 'em out

Say no more, Roll Deep's still about

Let's get to the point and make money now

And put the Queen's heads in the account

We've done a lot since Rules & Regs

And made a few pence since Big Money Sound

I make money; money, I make

And my team go all-out for the pounds

[Outro: Flowdan]

Oi, remember

It's not too bubbly like champagne but it's a mad campaign

It's called Winner Stays On

UK's wickedest album

Mad

Dead that