Start Again - Mikill Pane, Giggs

Yeah

(Skeptik, you filthy bastard)

Yeah, them man are all…

Them man are all…

Yeah, them man are all creeps, stalkers

Man be taking out talkers

Man be making shit awkward

Man be taking out authors

Man be taking out culprits

Man be walking all corporate

Man can’t offer man no pills

Man be taking out Morpheus

Man be taking shit cautious

Man just break in whips, Porches

Men tell lies on them mandem

Man’s just making up porkies (fake)

Man’s just making up bullshit

Grab the strap and go walkies (bap)

Man be moving all porkish

Then a man get poked up and porkied (yes)

Man’s drowning

Man was grabbing that snorkel

Man be moving all awful

General soldier, that’s corporal

Man’s got everyone thinking

Man just made this shit thoughtful

Man just changed up this whole shit

And that just made man immortal

Yes, normal

Thanks for making shit formal

Man’s got fans up in Scotland

Man’s got fans up in Cornwall (cleanup)

And just made this shit floral

I’ve got fans that take this shit oral

I said «babe, come jump in this portal»

I’ve got whores just acting all whoreful

This is way too hard for them

We make it hard for them

They build it up, we shut it down

We’re making niggas start again

This is way too hard for them

We make it hard for them

They build it up, we shut shit down

We’re making niggas start again

Not «Talking Da Hardest»

When I talk about the unfortunate artists

That ask to record with the sharpest

I reply no, real flatly, Lord of the Dance shit

Tell me I’m heartless, call me a bastard

When I refuse what they send to me

But too many niggas arse kiss, crawl up arses

All I see is human-centipedes

But man ain’t down with no brown nose

My Mac ain’t down with those downloads

These niggas don’t stand up next to me

Its like man are just out here without toes

Got a beanie in my home, without clothes

Go deep in her throat like Altose

She doesn’t speak but she’s never got her mouth closed

And she rides me so well, I’ve got her Ralph clothes

No need for jokes, there’s no banter

I don’t speak with hoes, I’m no Santa

I get chicks that don’t talk after dinner

They know I ain’t leaving home for no catch-up

Couldn’t get one, then I’m a trend setter

And all of a sudden, my life just gets better

And all at once, vaginas get wetter

So it’s all for the bangs, I’m like your hairdresser

All I do is give them what they’re wanting

So its fair hair/here even if she’s not a blonde ting

But a chick wasn’t on tings

I was her last resort, she used to see me as Pontins

Its hard to believe that buff girls like me

But its a cold/coal world and girls like heat

And the reason I don’t get gassed?

Petrol companies can’t shell like me

This is way too hard for them

We make it hard for them

They build it up, we shut it down

We’re making niggas start again

This is way too hard for them

We make it hard for them

They build it up, we shut shit down

We’re making niggas start again