Angel In The Marble

We still get the work in large amounts

Got something coming that I can't announce

You know the food taste good when you're staring at a menu that you can't pronounce

This winter white truffle cost me half and ounce

Home-wrecker flows, it's guaranteed to make your partner bounce

It's a horror up in our accounts

Whiles your money froze, it's running Os

That's how we started out

I saw the angel in the marble and I carved it out

Now look at me chiselled like DaVinci reappeared in '93

I found my inner Preston and I went and set him free

Now we the Black Beatles, let it be

I'm from South London where them boys die by the hundreds

No one taught us how to mourn, so we go print them on our jumpers

Back when Mega had a TT, hood dreams

Didn't even know what it was called, but it looked clean

Used to wear the suede Wallabees till my foot leaned

Fifty-inch telly courtesy of my buj fiend

You can pay me in electronic devices

Stormz ain't nice, but he's the nicest

Even back when I was selling Miley Cyrus

Put a premium on my prices

Sick like a virus

Ahh, don't make me do it like my stylist

I hear top-boy talk from a bunch of quarter-finalists

Real **** living through a bitch **** crisis

Yeah, I grew up in the jungle, on the grid with Martin Brundle

My hairline's the only thing that keeps a **** humble

God knew what he was doing when he made me

Unforgettable, just check the swag, I'm on my Swae Lee

I told Jermaine I could be the Kung Fu Kenny to your Dave Free

Just be the Ty Ty to my Jay-Z

They pree, they pree

I get Lizzy and I stay flee

These new **** lit, but they just ain't me

Ahh, I skrrr through it like I'm Sir Lewis

You nerds had it, but you nerds blew it

So I just got to it

They take shots, but I bop through it

I dodge through it like I'm Rod Stewart

If you want my body and you think I'm sexy

The flow's crystal meth, let me flip it like I'm Jesse

I control it like I'm Walter White

Tell my mum-in-law I treat her daughter right

She don't half the rent or ever sort a flight

I love her up and hold her tight

Mwah mwah mwah, gimme kiss

Pretty little miss

I tell her what it is

Babe, I take you shopping even though I take the piss

I'm only joking, girl, I'm silly like this kettle on my wrist

Watch dumb, car dumb, cribs dumb, soon done

If my money spoke, he'll say "Fee fi fo fum"

I hit home runs

No smoke, no guns

No smoke

Must be puns

I'm still good in both lungs

It's the calm before the storm

I go Bulgari for my jawn

Half a mil' on jackets that I've hardly ever worn

Better check the fee before you ask me to perform

July 26th, that's the day a star was born

It's the arena-packer

Way back when I used to pree Natasha

Ask Fatch, yeah, I've been a masher

They wanna race, but I'm Dina Asher

I bring a whole heap of passa

The flow's from God but the *kmt*

It's Big Mikey, but I'm more Spinelli

She got the Evelyne, I prefer the Kelly

I got the Oak, but I prefer the Skelly

Well done, girl, you hit the belly

I gotta tone it down on Graham Norton

All this swag can't fit on telly

I skrrr round on my big Pirellis

Them man are actors, I should give them Emmys

Them man are washed, hang 'em out to dry

If man are lit, then what the fuck am I?

I must be doing something right

Hell, yeah, fucking right

Heavy kettle, but it's suttin light

I told Mel do my button tight

Gotta look clean when I'm getting my award

They wonder how I shine, that's the presence of the Lord

They wanna know my scent, ****, that's Tom Ford

They wanna know the shows and the places that I've toured

They wanna know "Stormz, don't you ever get bored

Rappin' 'bout things that you know we can't afford?"

Ahh, it's Big Mike, the one to shed a light on a rapper's insecurity

I ain't like you, I need security

I'm too lit and too rich

Gotta stay drip for continuity

The boy's too sick, I need immunity

Them boys are too slow, but I'm Bolt or I'm Shelly-Ann

I fill her up like a jerrycan

I shoot like a Steadicam

I got kids, but my chick ain't had no belly scan

Look, I'm a father for many man

Boy