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    Yeah
    So sick and tired of feeling sick and tired
    Feel like hanging up the headphones and walking away from the mic
    My fucking record label tryna block me

    You know that's not me
    When you know me to turn away from confrontation
    I need suttin' to bounce back from, ah
    Turn me up in my headphones
    I need more me, yeah, ah

    Yeah, yeah, louder, louder
    Yeah, yeah, ah, mate

    Slick Rick, I run this, you fuckwits can give my arse a kiss
    And anything that you do, I been done, or un-did
    I'm nothing to fuck with, give a clitoris a flick
    I've been through my fair share of crumpet
    Calm down, don't have a seizure, or a fit
    When have you ever know me to give a shit, you dumb shit?

    Out of place 'cause I'm very smart, I run shit
    Run into, don't run from, time's ticking, and I'm the bomb
    Going off like I'm out of date, but got shelf life like I'm processed
    Pro G, that's Pro Green, or progress, you know me
    I'm headfirst, I'm both feet, till I'm six deep, but I won't rest

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    I'm yawnin', and fallin' asleep, because what you're recording's appalling
    Bullshit about balling is boring

    Boring, boring, boring, boring, boring
    Boring, boring, boring, boring, boring
    Boring, boring, boring, boring, boring
    Boring, boring, boring, boring, boring

    You really wanna talk about cars (boring)
    You really wanna talk about yards (boring)
    You really wanna talk about cash (boring)
    You really wanna talk about period

    They need a new leader, I'll lead the way
    While doing a little dance like Theresa May
    I don't really care about climate change
    I'm pale as fuck, I need the rays
    Bring climate change, or rising the cost to live on a declining wage

    While I kick back in my big house, I watch the world burn with designer shades on
    Which pair? I got hundreds, and more clothes than I can fit in my cupboards
    I don't want beef with Theresa either, I just wanna grow reefa like her husband

    Boring, boring, boring, boring, boring
    Boring, boring, boring, boring, boring
    Boring, boring, boring, boring, boring
    Boring, boring, boring, boring, boring

    Boring, boring, boring, boring, boring
    Boring, boring, boring, boring, boring
    Boring, boring, boring, boring, boring
    Boring, boring, boring, boring, boring

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    Composición: Professor Green y Edward Jenkins

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