When trouble comes knocking I'll be ready, alright,
With my fists up ready to fight.
But I ain't gotta put my fists up every time.
(Who needs actions when you got, you got words?)
And I ain't gotta pull the heat like here we go,
I aint got to lose my head like years ago.
Woah-woah, woah-woah.
Who needs actions
Who needs actions when you got words? I ain't afraid to get physical, it's just I hit harder when I spit on a verse.
'Cause I'm a sick spitter,
Spit so sick that it hurts,
So sick at spitting I can even spit in reverse. Still,
You can step up to my face if that's the way you feel.
Throw a punch, I'll throw one back and show you I'm for real. Lost a lot of so called mates since I signed this record deal,
One more wanker bringing hate won't matter now I'm paying bills, not staying still waiting for a giro,
Feeling so frustrated I could stab someone in the eye with a biro.
Having to drive slow
Everytime I see the five-o 'cause there's a nine-bar of skunk in my trunk and its live-o. Used to shot the high grade peng
So I'm used to cats who beg for scraps and chat crap that don't make sense. You can't hide what's true, dude, even when you go to great lengths.
And I see through you
Like glass or fake friends.
When trouble comes knocking I'll be ready, alright,
With my fists up ready to fight.
But I ain't gotta put my fists up every time.
(Who needs actions when you got, you got words?)
And I ain't gotta pull the heat like here we go,
I aint got to lose my head like years ago.
Woah-woah, woah-woah, woah-woah.
Sticks and stones break bones but what I say will hurt you worse, leave you feeling dead and buried like you're six feet under earth.
And if actions speak louder than words,
How comes I hear you hating but I never see you burst? You just vex
'Cause you wish you were where I am
And you can't make so many people feel your set like I can. Pick up a mic and
Set the crowd alight, man,
Shine so fucking bright they think it's day when it's night man. That's right, man,
You can't deny I got talent.
It's jealousy, you only hating 'cause you haven't.
The more I blow the more you hate me with a passion, now the press are on my dick and people follow me like fashion.
You're like, "Don't believe the hype."
Like that's all it is and nothing else,
But I don't need the hype, the words I write will sell them selves.
'Cause the words I write are from the heart that's why they're felt.
And you'll be eating yours when mine are flying off the shelf.
When trouble comes knocking I'll be ready, alright,
With my fists up ready to fight.
But I ain't gotta put my fists up every time.
(Who needs actions when you got, you got words?)
And I ain't gotta pull the heat like here we go,
I ain't got to lose my head like years ago.
Woah-woah, woah-woah, woah-woah.
I'd rather merk mans lyrically, spray them with the spit from my tongue
Than going on a killing spree and living life on the run.
Even if sometimes I feel like getting a gun and running up on every one who hated me from day one. But what's the point in that?
It's ironic where the point be at. Hate is from the heart, still the head is where I'd point the gat.
Imagine how your face looks as I cock it back, pull the trigger, imagine how your face looks after that.
But it ain't worth it bro.
Hey yo, I ain't thick.
Even though I hear and see so much that makes me sick.
Come across so many fools that make me wanna switch, I won't ruin my career just because you said some shit. I'll dead you quick
On the mic, so you can keep on beefing.
Think you're getting to me blud? Nah, you ain't even, Im a Libran
So I maintain a cool balance.
And you mean nothing to me like Paul Balance.
When trouble comes knocking I'll be ready, alright,
And that's on real ting.
With my fists up ready to fight.
Time for Plan B.
But I ain't gotta put my fists up every time.
(Who needs actions when you got, you got words?)
Yeah, and that's it.
And I ain't gotta pull the heat like here we go,
I aint got to lose my head like years ago.
Woah-woah, woah-woah, woah-woah.
Who needs actions when you got, you got words?
You got, you got, you got, you-you got,
You got, you got, you got
Who needs actions when you got, you got words?
You got, you got, you got, you-you got
You got, you got, you got.
Who needs actions when you got words?
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