Lyrics In the Sun - Marx

This that roll up a biff and blaze it in the Sun type track
Mushtifa cooked the beat up and I know he wants his old mic back
This that roll up a biff and blaze it in the Sun type track
And blast the speakers past eleven mate, I know that you're gonna like that

You wanna know the irony about this whole night?
I usually do my takes with Mushtifa's Rode mic
A shield to protect, plug into the Focusrite
Stagg stand keeps it held up so you know it's right
The white Dolemite, I bang like dynamite
Hey that's him over there, that's Martin Guymer right?
I'm probably seen as the butt of the joke
I'ma mind my business, roll another to smoke

'Cause this that roll up a biff and blaze it in the Sun type track
I'm not the type to snap but if you bark I'm gonna bite back
I arrive on my twokker, D-lock it up to the bike rack
Got no weed so I'm putting my goods on buy back
'Cause this that roll up a biff and blaze it in the Sun type track
Mushtifa cooked the beat up and I know he wants his old mic back
This that roll up a biff and blaze it in the Sun type track
And blast the speakers past eleven mate, I know that you're gonna like that

It's completed in a matter of seconds
I came up on hearing Marshall Mathers rip records
Got gifted with the gab and to me that's a blessing
The execution is perfect and the chatter's impressive
My third classic of the year, rappers don't stand a chance
Please do me the honour of holding your hand to dance
Listen, I've fancied you since a schoolboy boo
But she gives me the blank face like Schoolboy Q

This that roll up a biff and blaze it in the Sun type track
Mushtifa cooked the beat up and I know he wants his old mic back
This that roll up a biff and blaze it in the Sun type track
And blast the speakers past eleven mate, I know that you're gonna like that