Текст: Chipmunk. Foul.

[Verse 1]
I never once said fuck grime,
the clock kept ticking I just moved with the times.
I'm smarter that's why I do better,
so don't act clever,
the insound changed I never.
I mc on anything I want,
I spit on something wack,
I make it something hot.
I got everything these mcs slightly want, so not one of you noughts could ever make me cross.
my mouth wasn't born with a silver spoon in,
not everybody made it in the hood I grew in.

I'm still so young but I've achieved so much,
It probably hurts alot of grown men see me moving and as with all the little boys, well there just little boys.
I got a massive buzz, your making little noise.
I love all my fans especially the girls and to everyone who loves me, I love me aswell.

[Chorus]
This beat is Foul
Deserves two yellow cards
Send it off I'm going hard
With each and every bar.

This beat is Foul
Deserves two yellow cards
Send it off I'm going hard
With each and every bar
P.s I'm a star.

[Verse 2]
I'm a shampoo above ya
Yeah head and shoulders
I'm trynna be the coolest
they trynna be the rolex
lighting for the cameras
for what I wouldn't notice
N and add a J
b b above
I'm super duper cool
I am never on the hype
I'm super duper fly
who they know it's might
I come through all the tones
they're plain but nice
Pimp down the side just to see tiny red stripe
Oh I really know how to be is myself
I never try to change in my inner it's just the self
I wanted to by famous
I I I wanted lost of trainers used to see up through a pairs
now I buy the whole shelves
A lot of things have changed since back in the day
The best chance of life I got now is my face
One man soldier, I'm in my own lane
so be amused impossible enjoyning me the saint

[Chorus]
This beat is Foul
Deserves two yellow cards
Send it off I'm going hard
With each and every bar.

This beat is Foul
Deserves two yellow cards
Send it off I'm going hard.

(Let me cut the voice,
Check, check it, listen)

[Verse 3]
I'm not a postman prick
I don't need to know what you postcode is
And don't tell me you're on your ting
nigga I ain't trynna know what your ting is
See the priest talk I ain't trynna listen
Monk said cannot they wanna dizz it
But you can't talk a lots man you violated what happened cock coincidently he's missing
and I'm just saying
I am not plant
I meant rare plant
We are A R
And you're just aren't
As in are not
You're not Jesus
you're not flee
certainly you're not me
so don't dizzy me if you can't make a better song
and if you ain't see man you got the letters wrong
cash motivation we go hard, fuck the alphabet minus A R

[Chorus]
This beat is Foul
Deserves two yellow cards (go on)
Send it off I'm going hard
With each and every bar (yeah)
This beat is Foul
Deserves ten yellow cards
Send it off I'm going hard
Nigga fuck you I'm a star.