Vignettes

[Verse 1]

My verse is a series of vignettes

Written as a quick sketch

The ink's still wet

I paid dues like a ten year stretch

Respect

I'm the man behind the big desk

You're just a dickhead

Another actor on that film set

My career went from strength to strength

Pyro

Knock your lights out before the flight's called

This was light work like Guy Fawkes

I shoot a firework

In the air

And make the sky fall

And then I swat the fly on the wall

I'm still the same guy as before

Except I copped some weight instead of buying a draw

Tyrannosaur

I spit raw

[?]

It's just a game of pinball

Plain and simple

[?], you've got to stay nimble

Lickle piece of molly in the vodka and Redbull

Listen I'm official, yo

You're just a sacrificial goat

I say a pray then I slit your throat

The chef prepped the joint

Your chick pressed against my loin

I'm connecting with the pressure points

I'm the cool kid

Preaching from my pulpit

Offensive weapon in the toolkit

The old school shit

Beat you with the pool stick

Peace to the wolves that [I'm?] howling at the moon with

[Verse 2]

Split your tangerine

You rappers can't ramp with my steez

Old man, you'll catch a cramp in the knee

87 Air Max on my feet

I fly out for a week

I'm just a rapper from the Champion's League

I'm on my grind, brother

Like an ice trucker

Buds of lemon [?] lime coloured

Ay caramba

You're a dime a dozen

I'm a diamond cutter

I'm trying to hire a butler

Light the pucker

Sign your cast, take a picture

Stay inebriated off a pitcher

All night piffer

You can't knock me off my pivot

Your last single, that's a dog's dinner

10 mil diaze popping

Son, you're light like the salad option

You look like you got the Magic Johnson

My album got classics on it

Flavoured like Baskin-Robbins

I got no other rappers on it

It's a work of art

Supped up, turbocharged

Bespoke design

With no commercial parts

So I front like the audacious Lord Mayor

From the jump like a ball player

Curator

Guy behind the lenses

And a wise decision

Sky's the limit when I swipe in this designer lyric

Riding Benzes

Rhymes are vintage

Hush your mouth and mind your business, bitches