Greazy

White Rasta Ragga
Lips like Jagger
Sleazy and nang
Leave your team prang
Snakes and dagger
Underage blagger
Draw for the banger
Greazy talk swagger

When I'm on the mic I'm leaving MC's silent
I make 'em so mad they wanna get violent
So sad, pass me the violin
Go home to mummy boy then they start crying
I'm not Wiley but yeah we're still whiling
I'm not lying, your girlfriend's whiling
Promoters hunt us down, it's the number they be dialing
I'm moving forward but now we're not trying
These mic adolescents, with no mic presence
They're amateur status, they fail to learn lessons
Amateur players, they sounding too common
Plastic stand out, get brushed in a second
Stand back boy and curb your progression
Stand firm boy cah now we're not a let 'em
Face get smacked up and beat like Tekken
Lethal mirror be the choice of the weapon

White Rasta Ragga
Lips like Jagger
Sleazy and nang
Leave your team prang
Snakes and dagger
Underage blagger
Draw for the banger
Greazy talk swagger

The lone ranger, stranger to many
Kept at arms length, always sound heavy
Too refreshing like your favourite bevvy
Loved by few, hated by many
Spy on the team like your boy John Terry
In situations they're far too necky
Come home find me cotched on your settee
Smile on my face, lips in your yetti
Don't fume, your girl calls me darling
I was like you, I reply pardon
It's too tempting, it's up for the taking
Lock me up quick, 'cause believe I need taming
Move neatly, rival try sweep me
Move on the next tip, don't try tease we
It's too tidy, the game play greazy
I try and stop but the swagger won't leave

White Rasta Ragga
Lips like Jagger
Sleazy and nang
Leave your team prang
Snakes and dagger
Underage blagger
Draw for the banger
Greazy talk swagger