Exhibit P

Yeah, you little wasteman
Looking in my face but can't even face man
Nuttin' but air I'll give you like spaceman
Heard you wanna copy the flow, heard you wanna trace man
Man ah man ah run you down just like race, man
[?] shots, I just make them chase fans
Back in school [?]
Tan man's skin and I don't mean fake tan
You little pagan
Man already know I'm the king of the whole nation
Turn man a myth like Starboy Nathan
Caught man slipping at the west end station
I don't wanna hear no talk about illoo
I don't wanna hear no talk about mason
Man must've thought it was Friday the thirteenth
When I showed up to his door like Jason
You little cretin
Man must think he's lethal like weapon
Till I start giving out kicks like Beckham
Give man a thousand slaps in a second
Man are talking Street Fighter, E. Honda
Don't think man are talking Tekken
So you wanna spar with the big boys
But you ain't really it, so let me teach you a lesson
You little dead cake
Man already know when I buss in the whole estate
Fuck with the ting? That's a big, big mistake
Grime To Five, that's a big, big mixtape
That was two-ten, now it's two-thirteen
So long, so be sure I'm still a big piss take
I don't wanna hear no talk about him
I don't wanna hear no talk about what