[Verse 1: Tyze Nitro]
Pedo rappers be the talk of the town, my self control still loose, fuck making amends
Shit bags better duck down with this Kalashnikov, it’s murder on there ends
Own lane like a cyclist, got my own way
Minuteman Omega, nuke button is to play
She wanna lay down, finna get laid
Z is for zap, got the quantum ray
Skull and bone, pirate station upbringings
Making dope, cooking up in the kitchen
Making dope since I was a infant, this one’s for the ears, hope y’all listening
Zeytana reppin, Mans so fly man float wit the angels, scatter all my feathers
Been on a madness that don’t need mеthods
Smoke the game likе a pipe if Mario never left it
I create unavoidable storms you ain’t Maya Jama as a portable form
Town concealed in an Orbital road, London in a dome like EPA wanted a war
Put the panties on the side, the pussy the main dish
Ain’t queueing up for shit unless I’m on playlist
Northside I reside from the top, Breathed in the smoke, got my lungs aching
Now said you will be there, where are you now?
Got you man all pressed, buttons pushed far down
If this shit a mess its a masterpiece, cuz I guess it’s what they call art now
Fly enough to have air traffic control
Iridescent when I’m shooting all of these ghosts
Bare energy, took all the volts
Took a puff and my vision warps it’s like
Selling beats is selling dope, don’t bait me on the beat tag
See my name and face on screens like they brought back Ceefax
This side and there side the missiles will run high
Farenheight I reach when I catch a light I fly high
Tyze for the limelight, it shine bright, it blinds eyes
I got bare connections, no broadband no wifi (Oh my days)
[Verse 2: Tyze Nitro]
Marathon with the robberies with ps you run em all
Call me a athlete, Imma fucking somersault
My music makes your uncle cry just like Johnson’s oil on the cuts you have, it’s uncomfortable
I have the power feel like I’m He-Man
Blood out the nose that was time for a rebrand
If I'm addicted to sound, I’m just like Shady, I'm finna relapse
I’m the boss like I run the cornershops
I’m the shit like I’m a motherfucking porta pot
No holiday discount if you can’t afford the rock
Wrestle with the dealer put the gloves on
My niggas are killing like got hunting rifles
Palm to palms when I’m praying to the bible
Fuck making sleepers, cut doses of a NyQuil
Noise never stiflled take it to the meister
[Verse 3: Huey Evergreen]
Your on the base of a fringe
When I step to the office, take the door of the hinge
Watch the tables spin like the tourniquet, on some centrifuge shit
Leave your favourite MC without teeth and dunces cap my idiotic art piece in the studio freak
Deep in-Deep in [?] sheets we can fuck to the beats
Take that skin off your face and composed it on your flesh and meat
I call it sheet music, and spread it hard you can sleep to it
Beatbox music, Like DubFresh you couldn’t YouTube it
0303, we rep Tixplosive*, You better stay focused like a Jury in Munich
[Hook: Tyze Nitro]
I’m an accident with a purpose, fam, I got two gyal on me like a burner
Crowd going burnt and crisp like ash from a furnace
Cali got my head in a circus
Don’t run in trends, they don't live to rest
Boydem dressed up like silhouettes
The scene came from pirate DJ sets, don't play the rules like the best
Blud, I’m an accident with a purpose, fam, I got two gyal on me like a burner
Crowd going burnt and crisp like ash from a furnace
Cali got my head in a circus
Don’t run in trends, they don't live to rest
Boydem dressed up like silhouettes
The scene came from pirate DJ sets, don't play the rules like the best