Start the Fire

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Now we start the fire

A rapper walks into a sixteen bar with big lean arms, starts singing to a pink guitar

People begin listening they think he’s hard, they asking where the hells he from? Is from these parts?

Naaaaahhh!

I'm a cowboy down from outta space sent to set a precedent

I'm the rhymeinister

The first the rap president

From Crewe to Connecticut the music I make it resonates with the residents

I'm top show billing

With a flow so thrilling

Winning with a big grin I'm stone cold chilling

Ring a ding ding a ding dong I'm incoming

Come again suckers if you want some honey

Go nuts like a lads mag

From the tables in the stags heads out to the grandstand

You know we smash that

Let me break it down

Yo, we ain’t fucking around

ROSS

No one does it better than man up on mission with a bitta go and get up and head all full of letters, go re-organise those letters into words, like an army

That’s half as dope as this

And she’ll be wet as a tsunami

Find me in palm trees swinging from a hammock

I’ll be spitting that fire metronome flow baddest

Whether stone cold hammered

Or at home in pajamas

Am at home with grammer

Lady gaga put a gag on

Am a badboy, but see I’m lookin kinda nice

Never get it twisty, man my mamma taught me right

But I’m magic on mic, like a wizard with a wand

You’re an itty bitty lizard with ya gizzard in a thong

I enter with a gong

Wreck up any room

Confetti better be ready for what we gunna do

Gunna get your ass up, gooo, make it shake down

We aint fucking around