They call Breens the ever-relevant lyricist The heathen revisionist, the celibate bigamist Never pull on the trigger shit, nah I'm on the bigger shit They're screaming my name, while I keep on billing it Cause I tell em man, there's no fuckin with my bigger plan In the streets scaring tories with the antifa clan They say I'm on one, I say you're no don I dream of choking Boris Johnson while downing a cold one I smoke green, just to maintain my game I'm running the race, while all your horses are lame If I talk pure shit and act like the prick It's what you should expect from the head so slick Never been in the nick, only ever just visiting But life's a fix, so's the system that we're living in Now if I get judged once more for being a smoker I'm burning down society and going full Joker The bald man with the sheen Always looking bare lean Smoke an ounce like a fiend Yes the same same sorta prick that I always fuckin said I'd be Ain't earning shit but I still spit crisp Life's pressure on my shoulder left me with a slipped disc Session till I'm older, tripping, having six fits Devil on my shoulder leaves angels with split lips Devil on my shoulder spikes me while I sit pissed Now I'm bouncing off the walls with the aura of six kids With ADHD, sugar rush, and a big shiv Crazy eyes, racing high, fully twisted I come down but still lean up Already fiending for the re-up My life's wavy never clean cut I sell my soul for the clean buck And spend it on the sesh again I'm looking like I've taken meth again But sill crisp with a zed of peng Boy, I'm Hellbound but I'm Heaven sent Heart lodged in my throat Beak lodged in my nose Tipping over your boat Cause I'm fully aware that you ain't packing no float, no Breens was like "Yo ay, have you got a verse for me?" And I was like "Rah yeah, anything for you my G." So then I took some words and mixed 'em up And flipped 'em round and cast 'em out like it was sorcery Man, I'm Harry Potter on this flow ting This one's got my floating and I ain't talking Nimbus Wingardium leviosa Put you in a rizla and smoke ya if you ever try to diss us So smoke 'em if ya got em If your jar's full, smoke it to the bottom I'll be smoking til my lungs feel rotten Man I'll probably still be grottin when I'm rotting in my coffin So smoke it every day Say it's getting to my brain, man I'm smoking on a higher grade Say it's getting to my head? Man I like to smoke a spliff, as soon as I get out of bed.

Open up the door to see me writhing on the floor Leave that shit ajar then bring your pals to crease some more Always so down it's like I'm glued to the floor I just need some motivation and some new food for thought What's the report? News just in Rapper from the West Mids just emerged outta the bin Conor the grouch, it's the trash tier king Shoryuken up the game with a fast fierce swing No greenthumb son, I'm just tryna be real Out here grinding and expectant of a free meal Grim adventures, skelly-type kid at the weed deal Known to puncture ballooned crews like a Beedrill Cheap thrills that's how we get by Master of the dojo, you should know though, call me senpai Zoning out in slow-mo, smoking homegrown, tryna get high Staring out Medusa, turn to stone with blood red eyes The real shit only, those cunts don't own me I'll walk out of my job as soon as that shit don't suit me Smoke ganj so fruity, while I'm on duty Simp and salivate to cuties with the big booty Fed up of waiting, I take shit into my hands Make the beats and bars you hear to make the people understand The bald man you can't reprimand, the leader to the promised land I'm sneaking into heaven with my arsehole full of contraband That's the crazy shit I say, like the chaos girls I lay They tell me they're vanilla then surprise me with the anal play Sit back, relax, it's the lyrical ballet Hold your thorax before the bass takes your breath away Booms and baps shift the plates like tectonics Nod your head along like these flows are hypnotic Don't fall off the wagon, I was never on it That's just life for a wasteman smoking on the chronic

Sat in the back of Death's whip, sulking, asking if we're there yet Plotting in my mind, inside you'll find that I prepare jets Of self loathing imagery skimming straight through the air stressed Bombing up your speakers, getting lost up in the air vent Tangled like your hair net, spangled could I care less? Cuss at the great creator while he asks if I could swear less You'll never see a brare test, my winding spidey air tech I'll somersault down stair sets, land on a record, rare press, yeah Acting loose in a Beetlejuice suit With the Devil and a G of beak too I can't explain to you the week I've been through Nah nah, I'm too busy tryna drill this loose screw Round and round like a carousel Loud and proud while I level hell Down, to the ground with a rebel yell That Marcus Garvey scream of terror yell TERROR IN THE UK TERROR IN THE UK TERROR IN THE UK Terrible ignorance leaving victims of innocents No confusing for incidence this shit ain't a coincidence Media birthing the schism, after building our prison Eyes blind to classism, pricks shout elitism But fuck that shit, cause I've had enough Used to stroll with the knife, now I've got the key to cuffs Used to roll with the strife, now I'm getting real buff Used to rolling the dice, now I'm calling your bluff And I'm powered up like an anime, and I'm slapping your family No no you can't get back at me, I go too fast like a bag of weed You fall like I'm cutting trees, using that wood to cook the beef I'm vexed when I kiss my teeth, time to bang out my enemies We know capitalism is building our prison and they try to blame it on Bolshevism But no no it isn't we see what's arisen and though it's so blatant the people don't listen Now this is my mission and with your permission I'm bringing my axe to the hangman audition Now this is tradition a war of attrition any time pricks try to step on the progression TERROR IN THE UK TERROR IN THE UK TERROR IN THE UK

Cavernous kisses, blown by talentless bitches Tentacles leave chemical blisters, betraying sisters My illegible confessional carved in chewed out edibles Money's so sensual, spendable, the weed gets accessible My ganja jar's full, but my thirst is insatiable I run with the bulls, but I don't get confrontational That's why Breens is the illusive pacifist Pass the spliff and get abusive with no assist Fuck the tutorial, I'm playing my game They don't follow me on Twitter, but they all know my name I live for the moment, never put it in frames I'd rather roll with my crew so fuck all the fame So underground, we dig so deep that we're below the mantle They hate the sound of our bad attitude no cunt can handle I end careers so fast it's like the Roman Cancel Dash up for the Super and use you as an example, son Explode onto the scene like I'm Katsuki-fucking-Bakugo Kill it dead with ease, while I still look fully knackered though One key bump later and I'm flying like I'm Pegasus I'm seeing stars like this is Resi Evil Nemesis But more like Bricktop, 'orrible cunt Wait for you underneath thin ice for it to break with a blunt Marsellus soul in my suitcase as I'm bangin a bump Born a Dark Soul but still I'm praising the sun, son I feel the rays beat down while I hammer dro Got me melting like the shoe in Roger Rabbit bro So much drip, step forth, release the Kraken yo Slimy, still ready for war like this is Battletoads Sneak, sneak, like I'm Solid Snake Bun to pass time on a proper wave I waste my life, it's gone, I'm afraid Devil find me swinging round a big ol' rotten glaive Still fully broke I need to find myself a cash cow To build myself and stash a fortune up into a mass mound That's why I'm barring, build an empire, never back down Get so big see tattoos of my face all done by mashkow Mashed and proud, I'll slash and cleave the flesh Carve my initials and bleed rappers out like all the rest These bars ain't halal but my spitting rituals' blessed Your flows are banal, and we know the rest is a mess These man are all pests, I'm wiping rappers out with mouse traps Sat atop their bodies rolling zuggies out my loud pack Emerge from my sound shack, never shy away from the whip crack Equip the tools and take to the streets in my drip track Slick chaps, fat boy flows, onto the slim fast Never spit to a click track, beat in my soul cause you're outclassed Outmatched by man looking gassed in a clown mask I say sorry after sex because I'm on team never finish last

Every spliff I roll is blowing holes in your o-zone Blow smoke like airports to get you to go home Up in the clouds is where you'll find my chrome dome I'm the silver lining, sun's shining, thanks to home grown Oh, it's Breens on the beat again Blowing out your headphones with the fire from all his friends It's date night and I'm guaranteed just to overspend But find the right girl and that pussy pays in dividends Yeah, and I still can't get enough Treat you like a mutt, grab you by the scruff Motorboat your butt, call you my little slut But I'll never call again or else I'll say that I'm in love Meanwhile I'm here, reaching for the weed Smoked fifteen spliffs today and I worry that my lungs bleed If I collapse give a blowback to my iron lung Even when I'm whitey boy, you know I'm fuckin never done, no He's that kind of cunt Too busy rolling blunts Trust me, he's not worth the hassle I'll still be smoking ganja as I'm charging into battle, yo He's that kind of cunt Too busy rolling blunts Trust me, he's not worth the hassle I'll still be smoking ganja as I'm charging into battle son I got the number of the beast, I got a number for this beak And a number for this freaky piff in London we should meet Close my coffin top to sleep, I'm feeling comfortably deceased Uncomfortably alive, mindset crumbles at its peak, yeah yeah Crumbles like an avalanche Tryna keep my spiked tail tucked inside my baggy pants Horns on my head went and ripped my hood to tatters man And burnt into my iris is a vibrant looking anagram Pan the cam to my death bed Ziggy in my lips, pale eyes, looking less red See me lean forward, reach out for a fresh zed I'm staying in the game, give a fuck what the ref said Malnourished with a bed head See me skin your crew like a cougar in Red Dead With more mood swings than a roid-raging sted-head I thwart used kings with a swing and dodge wretch feds Cause I'm just that kinda cunt Tartan trousers like a punk Trust me, kid vicious, slay your cattle Passed out, see me dabble on the rock like I'm Havel Cause I'm just that kinda cunt Tartan trousers like a punk Trust me, kid vicious, slay your cattle Passed out, see me dabble on the rock like I'm Havel