Alien

Oi, bitch, why you running off your T-O-P? (One)
L-I-P (What?), them tings there make me K-N-T and T-U-T (Tyro)
Went to my mum's, that's rice, do chicken on the P-O-T (Yeah)
That's B-I-G from my G-U-T (Yeah)
If you're messing with the Dan, get T-U-C
And with the K-E-D, right back inna your B-E-D (Bitch)

Lyrical pussyhole, F-U-C-K-E-D (Soldiers)
On the Lord of the Mics, DVD

Look into my E-Y-E and you see that
Bullets might fly like D-E-E
D-E-E, reverse
Lyrical E-E-D-I-A-T
Bullets come just like G-A-T and with the G-A-T (One)
If I hit him with the fire like K-E-N
Is he gonna get the message like M-S-N? (Yeah)
Black T-M of a Nike is K-I-R
Think that you're bad and now you're C-A-R (Blow)

I hit him up with the Kachi, wanna B-U-S
I make him lean like R-U-S (Buss this)
Deep Specialist with the bars like (One, one)
Deep Specialist with the bars like (Yeah)
I'm getting chilly with my nigga, that's D-A-N (One)
Heard you're working with the D-A-N, you're not the D-A-N (One)
Heard you're working with the M-A-N, you're not the M-A-N (Tyrone)

I got the bar amping up in my P-E-N
All my lyrics are dirty like D-E-N (Soldiers)
Who told you I was living in a, living in a
Who said I'm living in the LDN? (One)

Man are A-R-D (Man are argh)
Turn a brudda's face into A-R-T (Argh)
Give you a smiley, something like them workboys from Essex
Nothing like ARG's (Argh)
Spitting comes natural like it's ABC
Record this shit old school like my JVC
Couple niggas that went ADT (Yeah)
They were IC1's, they were IC3's

Big bars on set when I emcee
Real talk, of course like M-I-C
Legendary like C-U-P-A-C

Versus B-I-G, let likkle man be-hi me (Good)
Not a game like COD, old school like PS3 (That's right)
Tyro One, big MC from a proper family

And I'm very sorry if you can't understand me (One)
Deep Specialist, black light kids like C-A-R (Real talk)
Watch this like VAR
If you wanna be a P-O-P star (Fuck them)
Kick your Babylon self real far
I was in the dancehall tryna be a star
When I spilt Wray Wray on my T-O-P (One)
With the power of Jesus Christ and G-O-D

Tyro One, big MC (Bitch)
Tell the wicked I'm the B-A-D

Big smoke like P-O-P
My team has got no teeth like bloody B-O-P (Soldiers)
And we no tell lies like E-V-E

You get murked on John Murkhold's DVD
Cah you thought you were better than the M-E-Z (No)
Tyro or M-E-Z?
Specialist or M-E-Z?
Tyro, ya bitch

Oi, mate, why you running off your T-O-P?
L-I-P (What?), them tings there make
Me K-N-T and T-U-T (That's right)
Went to my mum's, that's rice, do chicken on the P-O-T (Alright)
That's B-I-G from my G-U-T
If you're messing with the Dan, get T-U-C
And with the K-E-D, right back inna your B-E-D (Bitch)

Man are A-R-D (Man are argh)
Turn a brudda's face into A-R-T (Argh)
Give you a smiley, something like them workboys from Essex
Nothing like ARG's (Argh)
Spitting comes natural like it's ABC
Record this shit old school like my JVC
Couple niggas that went ADT (Yeah)
They were IC1's, they were IC3's