Track One - Mikill Pane

Yo, yo, yo-yo, yo

They say «who's that guy?»

Yo, yo, yo-yo, yo

«Oh, that geezer must be»

Yo, yo, yo-yo, yo

They say «who's that guy?»

Yo, yo, yo-yo, yo

«Oh, that geezer must be»

Listen, I can’t clear this, doesn’t mean you can’t hear this

This is the release of the year, kids

Keep friends nearest, them other guys fear this

Word is or I’ll pierce it

No Brosnan, I did it, no problem

My manor’s on the map, if you didn’t know Hoxton

You won’t even have to do the boring homework, nigga

I’ve got it covered like insurance brokers

I stuffed Shoreditch full of dark, raw shit

No jokes in the booth like a passport pic

Niggas asked for this, this is hardcore, bitch

Get to stepping if you wanna hear dancefloor hits

I’m one of those flagrant speakers, a blatant demon

You’d think I came from Satan’s semen

Dropped a few weapons so maybe you’ve seen 'em

But I’ve saved an arsenal like David Seaman

Yo, yo, yo-yo, yo

They say «who's that guy?»

Yo, yo, yo-yo, yo

«Oh, that geezer must be»

Yo, yo, yo-yo, yo

They say «who's that guy?»

Yo, yo, yo-yo, yo

«Oh, that geezer must be»

(Skeptik, you filthy bastard)

They want more, it ain’t enough

Yo, yo-yo, yo, yo, yo, yo

They want more, it ain’t enough

Yo, yo-yo, yo, yo, yo, yo

They want more, it ain’t enough

Yo, yo-yo, yo, yo, yo, yo

They want more, it ain’t enough

Yo, yo-yo, yo, yo, yo, yo

Listen, yo, this verse is sort of reminiscent

Of what happens whenever wrecking balls are sent on missions

Put wack MCs into rubble, till all of them are missing

If I record a demo, it’s short for demolitions

Smoke the pengest spliffs when I rhyme, but your eyes get the picture

I’m the definition of high and high-definition

Then I’ve got these MCs that’ll never reach my pixels

Trying to make me bred 'em like a recipe for schnitzels

I’m fucking ride-or-die, you’re a Disneyland attraction

I’m shitting on your lyrics with my Instagram captions

I’m coming for the money like my sex got pricey

And once I’m through the door, the fucker’s getting locked behind me

Then I’ll hide the keys like I’m trying to sneak a laptop in

This is just a cheese like I don’t mind if pizzas lack toppings

I’ll scream «fuck the world» and dig a hole for myself

Till it’s deep enough for me to stick my medium black cock in

They want more, it ain’t enough

Yo, yo-yo, yo, yo, yo, yo

They want more, it ain’t enough

Yo, yo-yo, yo, yo, yo, yo

They want more, it ain’t enough

Yo, yo-yo, yo, yo, yo, yo

They want more, it ain’t enough

Yo, yo-yo, yo, yo, yo, yo