[Intro: Gnarly Ventura]
Oh yeah, oh yeah
Oh yeah, oh yeah
Oh yeah, oh yeah
Oh yeah, oh yeah

Oh yeah, oh yeah
Oh yeah, oh yeah
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Oh yeah, oh yeah

[Verse 1: Mikill Pane]
Whenever you ask us rappers why we think we're sick, we
Bring out the best like Man United in the 60s
I've got a 6D, threads are getting sent to me
So by mid-week, I've already been through seven tees
Sweaty cause I'm speeding forth and back to chase a lady
Thought that she was naughty but I'm sad to say she's 80s
I ran around so much, I pissed a bubble on my Nikes
I bet that's why you think you're hearing something from the 90s
Past days were realer times, but this is my decade
There are no painkillers, I'm a different type of headache
I brought you a prescription, if they mention my name
And you're offended, go against my grain
Get it? If you didn't, forget it
It means you're an idiot, yes
But you didn't look even silly at guessing
If you guessed it, you answered a particular question
When the fuck's there gonna be another Rizzle Kicks section?

[Hook: Gnarly Ventura]
Style, check, money, check
This ain't chess but we got em in check
Rhythm, check, lyrics, check
This ain't chess but we got em in check
Vibes, check, pocket, check
This ain't chess but we got em in check
Vision, check, women, check
This ain't chess but we got em in check

[Verse 2: Gnarly Ventura]
Yeah, just give me another ginity (aye)
Aim for the moon, call it lunacy
I'm on my worst behaviour but I know where I'm going
Call it Tom-Tom, Tom, tomfoolery
Soon to be the king, brother, I kick you in the crown jewels
Why on Earth you chatting about ground rules?
I'm a dirty little bugger, flirting with your mother
You might hear "ow" when I - her
Do your homework, let me be stressed
I don't think that I'll ever rest, I haven't hit my peak yet
Every effort seems less cause it's seamless
See me running on the beat like a bleep test
Me-me, me, I don't lie, I throw facts
Tell me that you're dope, I'll apply with a slow clap
Cause they're dosed on my lines and they know that
I'll turn their frown to a smile, call me Prozac
Hell-bent on delivering heavenly pleasure
Tell them nobody can kick it any better
How can you big up to measure
When you can barely even string a single sentence together?
Time on my hands like a herbalist
I'm serving these bars while you work for tips
I project me, I'm as real as it gets
See, my life's a movie, every verse is a strip, yo

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Mikill Pane & Gnarly Ventura]
And we're back to save the world
You pale in comparison, rapping Geisha girls, yeah
Ain't even challenging the rhymes that we got
I'm a top tier rapper, make em cry when I drop
I'm a champ, cups done with a star
Drink JD with a spoon cause I've got nothing but bars
Every box I tick it like I'm looking for cars
You see, it's plain and simple I'm up in the glass
Yo, you don't know what you're doing
That's why your crowds are either ghosts or they're booing
Yeah, go home cause there's room for improvement
You suck more than a room full of hoovers
Yo, so don't sleep on this
You know, you can't spell dream without me in it
But you can't spell nightmare either
I swear to be one till I'm visited by the Grim Reaper

[Hook]

[Outro: Mikill Pane & Gnarly Ventura]
This is my decade, this is my decade
Yeah, yeah
Go home cause there's room for improvement
Check