Return Of The Rucksack

I don't wanna be on Lord of the Mics with shit MC's

Nah, bro, I'm above that

Using my name for a dead bit of fame, tryna get up in the game

Yeah right, ****, fuck that

Stormz' ain't grime and Stormz' ain't clash, look, don't be fooled

Cah the war ting, I love that

Call this the return of the rucksack

Oi, Flipz, get the four-door truck back (Sounds of the Sir)

Come to your block in my PJ's (Yeah)

Big dot dot for the briefcase (Yeah)

Bro bought me a watch for my B-day (Huh?)

And my girlfriend's a boss like I'm Piqué

Yeah, I lick shots for my DJ

And I'm still getting guap in my CK's

Big whip I'm underground parking (Skrrt)

That's word to the fob on my key-chain, ****

Can't flex on me, can't flex on me

Rudeboy, fling all the cheques on me

See Big Mike on the ID site

Now the peng tings wanna do the sex on me

I've got scars for days, I'm so tribal

You're not Ghana made, you're not Michael

I can spar and spray with my idols

Look, if I slap your face, it'll go viral

I was on my Saracen bike on my Ridgeback (Word)

Cold on the roads but I did that (Word)

iPhone 3 with the GiffGaff (Word)

Take a break little ****, have a KitKat (Cool)

Came for the war like I'm Mixpak

I've got peng tings shaking their Tic-Tacs

And I know that I shouldn't be sending

But broke **** shouldn't make diss tracks (No)

You broke **** should've been quiet

I'm cold, little ****, don't try it

Yeah, I think I'm the best, I'm biased

And I shoot for your chest like Payet

But I roll deep on these

Show these likkle MC's 'bout greaze

Show these likkle MC's 'bout me

I was on my steeze from 2003

Like, I roll deep on these, put these MC's on deep freeze

Yeah, I roll deep on these, put these MC's on deep freeze

Yeah, I roll deep on these, put these MC's on deep freeze

Yeah, I roll deep on these, put these MC's on deep freeze

Yeah

Man are getting killed by other MC's

Then coming 'round here tryna start

Rudeboy, we ain't forgotten your past

Laughing stock for the year, what a laugh

Sending for MCs can't be your path

Rudeboy, come off my name, just graft

Man wanna know what they paid for the part

Know that I'm comfy, shout out Noel Clarke

Bro, you're too thirsty, I don't blame you

I get merky, I get paid too

You're not certy, I can't hate you

Just a wasteman looking for a breakthrough

I know Kofi, I know Kweiku

You can't smoke me, I don't rate you

Man, I told these **** that it's album time

And I'll probably go gold on my debut

I was on a BMX bike with the trick nuts (Word)

Out here tryna get my chips up (Word)

Norfolk Park with my lightie (Mm?)

I was fifteen, tryna get my dick sucked (Ugh)

Young **** tryna get my dick wet (Word)

Had a cold pink jacket like Dipset

Last night I just rang my accountant

Like, "Talk to me, brother, am I rich yet?"

Like, "Talk to me, brother, can I buy this?"

Big yard for my nephew Elias

Can't get this style from a stylist (No)

Then I blow on the riddim like ISIS

But I roll deep on these

Show these likkle MC's 'bout greaze

Show these likkle MC's 'bout me

I was on my steeze from 2003

Like, I roll deep on these, put these MC's on deep freeze

Yeah, I roll deep on these, put these MC's on deep freeze

Yeah, I roll deep on these, put these MC's on deep freeze

Yeah, I roll deep on these, put these MC's on deep freeze

Yeah

I don't wanna be on Lord of the Mics with shit MC's

Nah, bro, I'm above that

Using my name for a dead bit of fame, tryna get up in the game

Yeah right, ****, fuck that

Stormz' ain't grime and Stormz' ain't clash, look, don't be fooled

Cah the war ting, I love that

Call this the return of the rucksack

Oi, Flipz, get the four-door truck back