Kano Stencils

Eh, fuck an intro, fuck the whole game I'm a nympho

Fuck the strings, fuck the riff

Fuck the hats, fuck the snares, this for kicks

Yo eh, Footsie where the synth go?

Fucking I need no bassline, no top line or instrumental

Really do this Jigga ting no pen and need no pencil

Dragons den, fuck a car, pitch a bar rental

Cos I hear man's flows nowadays it's like they've bought Kano stencils

New reggae reggae sauce for spitters is essential

Drip that on your lyric book and you might be successful

But give me the drums give me the bass give me the treble

Give me the rose give me the apes give me the kettle

Fans come without their chicks suckling my dick well give me the nekkle

First one rocking Jeremy Scott's with the wings I was giving em Red Bull

V8 flow fill em up petrol, raised on a track Sebastien Vettel

Jack Bauer with the Dane Bowers flow cah rude-boy that's another level

Every other nigga wanna winner and so I'm in it

Nigga fuck a hater, fuck a critic, fuck a civet

If a beat wanna beat me then I kill it

Die easy what you talking bout Willis

Really I'm so way ahead of em, show them my elegance

Them man are fake them so not my bredrins

Broke is my nemesis but no it will never win

Nuff man are gettin dough from the benefits

That's why they get gassed on tracks, like say they got racks on racks

Me Dolce plaques on plaques, make real money pay tax on tax

Try them trainers, black on black, cowboy showdown straps on straps

Fans see me and say 'Welcome back

But why the mainstream shut you out the door like welcome mats'

Sssh, I left the back on latch

This is burglary bars, bad Santa rap

So tell a prat don't gas, two cannons on me like papps on Dap's

Na Na Nai, Kill the sound boy l-l-l-l-l-lullaby

Buju Banton them pussyclart get Boom Bye Bye Bye Bye

Your with the man I been around the world and I, I die

Fly-y-y-y-y-y Amsterdam get high-igh-igh-igh-igh

Slit your wrists, I'll slip the pricks with emo's to the si-i-i-i-ide

Buy suits and ties look like Harrod's, Mohammed Al-Fay-ay-ay-ay-ed

But they put that coif on me and cut it down to fit my size

Got too much swagger, my swagger's overrated

A likkle Luis belt and Gucci scarf they not gone make it

And that is not exclusive if you pick that of the rack

When I hit that Bond St. strip stylist says quick come in the back

I told him no homo, but show me those though

There's only one of these in London I'll run solo

He was probably just gassing me up to buy it

Young black disposable cash don't knock it til you've tried it