Like who the fuck are you
Yeh who the fuck are you
Is it recordin yeh?

I come direct when i inject and i'm expecting your respect
i'm a baller you've been chucked i'm the kind of kid you can't protect ya know
out n about i put my elbow in your mouf
you're a fassy there's no doubt
i bet my sword will make you shout
i'm intense you best see sense i'll have you hangin from a fence
then i'll laugh at your expense and maybe chuck you 50 pence
snitch you make me switch you sound and look just like a bitch
whether you're poor or whether you're rich i'll leave you lyin in the ditch
cause i'm from ragged raggo rags you wear raggo rags like me
i'm ahead boy i ain't in tune rappin raggo rapidly
we easily be the worst bust academics first
batty crew m.c's get academicly reversed
i'm academicly perverse
academicly perverted
batty crew mc's get academicly diverted
some return
we clearly get burnt get hurt, un-til they realise they should academicly of flirted

you don't want the beef you don't want the grime
you ain't got the guts i ain't got the time
but you can come to the man and get jakked
come to the man n get pill
come to the man n get shot
come to the man n get killed
we call it armsouse, armsouse go n get your crew
if you can't back that armsouse who the fuck are you
we call it armsouse, armsouse go n get your firm
if they don't want to listen then we better make em learn

raised in the gutter i was told i should fight
i create and cause confusion from the left to the right
i'm sweet as a nut, i'm doin alright, cosy n comfortable
still i try n avoid the sargeant, p.c and the constable
raised in the gutter i was told i should bop
i create and cause confusion from the bottom to the top
i doin o.k, i will honestly say this year i'm flyin through
i could easily find myself in jail but i ain't tryin to
i keep it clear in front, relax wid the pressure,
i'm dirty, and i'm stank but ain't nobody fresher
my haters make enquiries, make it obvious they care
when it comes to my location they would love to be aware
but i could be in the manor, could be overseas, could well be definiteley making peace
could be live at wembley warmin up for jay-z
still i'm definitey certain that you can't see me

you don't want the beef you don't want the grime
you ain't got the guts i ain't got the time
but you can come to the man and get jakked
come to the man n get pill
come to the man n get shot
come to the man n get killed
we call it armsouse, armsouse go n get your crew
if you can't back that armsouse who the fuck are you
we call it armsouse, armsouse go n get your firm
if they don't want to listen then you better make em learn

Writer : DYLAN MILLS, TESMOND ROWE, VANGARD VERDOEN
Copyright : Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group