Inhaler, Pt. 2 - Bru-C, Banzai

Hold tight the mandem raving a lot

Hold tight the mandem raving a lot

Part two

It’s funny how they never wanna see me winning

But I keep coming with bangers, I done that from the beginning

I been putting in the work and you been putting in the chilling

Now you’re struggling in the deep end while I’m on holiday swimming

I’m a lyric-killing villain, if I’m not rapping, I’m singing

Always got the bad you’re feeling, I go higher than the ceiling

I got tricks like a magician, I’m about to make a killing

Ayo, Banzai, I think that it’s time we drop the fucking rhythm

Or shall we just keep it building up and building up again?

It is the wicked drum and bass, no, we ain’t coming to pretend

And we be skanking in the week and drinking up on the weekend

Now put your motherfucking hands up 'cause it’s time to represent

Let me drop it like a piece of litter

Every time I speak, I see the people waiting for the next lyric they’ll see

Bru-C deliver

Them man can’t believe I’m iller

Dead rappers, I eat for dinner

Funny how my name is getting fat and now I’m feeling bigger

Turn it 'round and lick the titty

Ride it down a likkle jitty

I get skippy, quickly on the rhythm cah I’m feeling sickly

Ain’t got time to build a spliffy

I’m colder than Mr. Whippy

British like a fucking fish and chippy (UK)

And we go higher, higher, higher, higher

Step inside the place and we set it on fire

Said you don’t like Bru-C, you’re a liar

I’m a top geezer, fuck Danny Dyer

Gun fingers raising, up they go higher

Flashing lights in the rave, we get higher

I say 'higher', you say 'higher'

Higher (Higher)

Higher (Higher)

Yo, man get wavy on the weekend

Them boy lazy, love to pretend

Causing mayhem in the AM

Might slide in the DM in the PM

6AM, I’m drinking green tea

Then go training with the PT

Play my tune and then repeat me

MP3, vinyl or CD

Since 2-double-0−7, I been around

With tunes that make your jaw spin around

I walk to the spot, drink all the CÎROC

Go back to my hotel, crawling around

Glug, glug, glug, I’m forcing it down

Afterwards link, I’m calling it now

I play hard but I work much harder

That’s why I be talk of the town

In the office with Declan at Krudd

Rehearsals mean the sets have got good

Don’t big up your chest, I’m not shook

Can’t keep up with lads, I want blood

Rhyme the best of all, shine at festivals

She rides the dick and likes the testicles

Don’t eat food with high cholesterol

Like my fruit and I like my vegetable

Keep thinking of things you don’t know

I’m ten out of ten, you’re so-so

Your girl wants me, got a powerful feel for the brain

Just like Mojo Jojo

Keep thinking of things you can’t do

Heavy on the track, lyrics you can’t move

I need to take a breather

Let’s call this one 'Inhaler Pt.

2'

What we tellin' 'em?

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Hold tight the mandem raving a lot

Hold tight the mandem raving a lot

Let’s switch it up though

Yeah, yeah

Hold tight the mandem raving again

Make sure you invest the papers you spend (Stack 'em)

Don’t surrender to the flavours and trends (No)

Flip what you stack like, «Mate, you’re a gem»

Saw man buy new plates for their Benz

Brand new house in their favourite ends

It’s cool to go out on a wavy weekend

But get back on track and start racing again

Hold tight the mandem raving again

Hold tight the mandem raving again

Hold tight

Hold tight

Hold tight

Hold tight

Hold tight the mandem raving again

And it’s Bru-C