[Intro: Al Pacino]
Just when I thought I was out
They pull me back in

[Verse]
Take the pagan's belly, shoot man like Nathan Tettey
The grime scene try alienate me, the garage just called, said the spaceship's ready
(I-I) I hate when a real one dies, 'cause Lord knows there ain't that many
(Ju-ju) Just know that the revenge is sweet, and us man are on payback heavy
Fuck that conference, crush man's confidence
Jump out the 5 Series, giving a boy the whole omnibus
Real Eastender, no pretender
Dance in the club **** weekender
Them boy there, they must've forgotten
But they're way too young to suffer from dementia
Selective memory
I may open a boy's headtop, go inside and select that memory
Oh, now you remember when we, empty
Now it's Fire in the Booth with a nine by my side like NorthSideBenji
Violate Jan and it's corn by Feb'ry
For an MC, I'm way too skengly
Rock man to sleep, but not gently
I knew my technique would level up eventually
You're never gonna end me, you get me?
But can't get me
Me caught lacking?
Summer holiday with the gang, my boy
That means we're all packing
You ain't a man if you've never had a fist to fist
And I can say that I'm heavy ball baggin'
So why you got your mouth wide again?
Like say, you ain't coming outside again
I'm by the window, rifle, Malcolm him
The last of the Mohicans, scalping him
You see, them man are like YouTube verbal n***as
Us man are onsite circle n***as
Them man are narrative curveball n***as
Us man are glove-up and thermal n***as
Internet, I ain't into it
I read between lines of intellect
I can't entertain their interest
Even when I wanna say you're incorrect
I tell an opp I got something for his headtop
No-one on earth can intercept
Up on a mountain now with a gambling problem
Which means I'm in Tibet
N***a never can get away with disrespect
My young boys touch risk and lift Pateks
My old ting left, but I put a target on your back, boy
And I don't miss the X
Banana Nokia, infrared
Someone call the coroner, im fa dead
Ay yo, nuh bother come wid nuh indirect
Cause man a real life hindrance
I'm f— I'm from a different time
Book of Eli, I go different blind
So many flows I don't use anymore
But gimme that back, I think that's mine
I don't ask and borrow, Mask of Zorro
Man just flick it and zig-zag guys
I burn **** and bridges whenever these pricks wanna bring bad vibes
Steady wit' it
Head, chest and belly wit' it
Go and get yours, I'm already wit' it
New whip ain't seen many wit' it
I be in the dance with a glass full of Henny in it
I already did it
Ooh, but there's levels to this
20 year career, and not a penalty missed
Mm, if it wasn't for me, some of your favourites would never exist
Murder
Not attempted, I pushed my burner
An appendix, make man curl up
It's horrendous, feds wanna search us
We legged it
Now I'm in the German with the members
I got a surgeon, and agendas
Another thing, I cover skin like Jergens with a vengance
I told man, "Don't take it personal"
The bally's in reach, the jacket's reversible
How you want it? Diagonal or vertical?
Your reality's far from virtual
You want smoke, my n***a, I'm terminal
Fuck the other side, I ain't crossing no bridge any time soon
Brudda, I've burnt them all
I'm from the city of Troy, I prefer the war
I go on the line, 'cause album week
Mountain peak, Shaolin steez
How has he
Lost a bit of weight but the pounds increase?
Calm, Ghetts got the whole scene puzzled
Man wanna know where I found this piece
I ain't gotta shout, just speak
You can scream your name in a well, my guy, and you still wouldn't sound this deep
I'm looking for my man, where's my man?
I'm just out here counting sheep
Shooters outside, like Downing Street
I don't care who you know, I got Dhalsim reach
I told my dark-skin ting, "Wipe the Browning clean"