Tuna Salad Samba

Do I go in now?

Okay

Look, I'm burnt out trying to fight this feeling

Nice said, "Take a bit of time and breathe in"

I say that you gotta pause and deep it

'Fore your let it right out

I'm still right hand man to the rhymes

Not quite as tight with a reason

I write raps cause I find it healing

And I swipe lines on radio shows

That he tuned in and he wished that he writ'

I mean he wrote, I'm no hero

I'm just here in the studio scheming

I heard them lot rap and the vowels don't match

And the lyrics devoid of feeling

And I lie about my verbal reasoning

I'm cold like a queen it's even

So how I know I'm king?

'Cause I don't have to tell you what the crime is

If you're sendin' for s expect that my pen

Rises with a ink that tends to light wicks

Way back in the middle ages

They would send for a axe to get your type split

And just like the line I said

If that went over yours then it's treason

Do you know who you're talking to?

I'm not regal but I wear creased and black air forces too (True)

I shut down shows all over the UK

But I'm an awkward dude

And I can still shine and set pace when it's just me up front

Like it's 4-5-1 and not 4-4-2

I got bangers up on my Mp3's

And I keep good people up around me

Producers send me the best of beats

And the music's rocking the tunes ain't stopping

They're asking for the next EP

First I gotta vent about this here scene

I feel like I'm in Skyrim how I got grudges with NPC's

Check one, check two, check three

'Cause it's checkmate if you try check me

I can say it like check a few cent

But forget what I said cause I never ever liked Chelsea

Never ever liked MC's that say that they're clean

But they never ever slide on beats

I'm better than them guys I'm me

I'm SM and the style is mean