Can't you see I’m on fire hands in the air flash up your lighters, took three pulls on a spliff, it got me so high, eyes red, looking much brighter, must be the piff, took another hit, straight no bullshit, hit me like a slug straight to the chest, just another day that’s all I gotta say, so I rested up my spliff with the highgrade piff, so I picked up my pad and picked up my stylo not talking G, Marshall-I bun nuff sensi, look I speak French not talking fancy
But I know books by Tom Clancy like rainbow six, reached for a twix and took another fix like an x box gamer just like Flip my next door neighbour
What? Just cos I spit don’t mean I’m shit, you can wipe off at the door, cos if you try this ill wipe the floor with your hair like a mop, and im not gona flop, I reside in nottz and I’m reaching for the top, like apprentice work for lord sugar, not forgetting-- chesterfield brothers, landy drink nuff shandy, certain man coming with the pills and nose candy, couple gal up there got me randy, not forgetting these links that could come in handy, got some mad links travelled round the country not talking fuckery
Come back to Nottz link up Scooby, these names from back in my days when it was all about the full henry’s and the haze, the proper bronzes and the golds, these things these times im talking days of old, but if I remember you you remember me, we definitely sat down accordingly smoked on a peace spliff, passed that shit around, highgrade and tea, I’m no 50 cent I’ve not been shot 7 times, no Tunchie, not from holy grove but could be likened to his cuz Hove, as this ones got no hook, I said this ones got no hook
Now lets take a closer look, I’m Marshall-I don’t give a fuck, now look you’ll see I can rhyme, yes I’ve done some crime, not served no time at HMP I can gladly say
Everytime I’ve been court I got away with a fine, costs or CS, no I’m not talking BS, and I’m not gassing off like CS, must have a friend in CPS, not done a bird, but I know a big bird, and hans like starwars, other mans that have really been through the wars, shit never pause doing things for their cause, for their fams, certain mans got baby’s in prams
Looking after their mams, certain mans got their shit on lock down, making other mans frown, but here’s what I say fuck player haters, give em a wave, and say see you later
But then I know fakers, who have ate porridge like quakers, been bricks for doing stupid shit, think its time you quit and went legit, and llowed off the bullshit, now that might sound like I’m being negative, you like a weed grow in vegative and never bloom, just wanted to shed some light on the situ like lumens, yo Nufeel this beat is booming, and my flow on this is smooth like Gillette male grooming, like a paparazzi camera zoom in, people wandering what the hell is Marshall-i doing
But you know what fuck em all, I’ve been to hell and back, even ended up on a Highbury psych ward, now I’m just spitting on the mic, gona keep on this shit could see me blooming People tried to kill me and I’m wondering how I’m still alive, in reality I’ve nearly been dead a few times, and I think I just murdered this beat with this rhyme
