Losing It

Fee fee, fi fi, fo fo, fum
Are you dizzy? Are you dumb
Fee fee, fi fi, fo fo, fum who's that kid that comes from Brighton

I'm in my room producing hits
And when I mix it, pour some juice in it
Its so prolific, its that boujee shit
And when the beat drops like this

I'm LOSING IT

Yes my, yes my, yes my brother
Baddest kid in the game, sick motherfucker
Sound hardcore so raw; no rubber
Milk that, milk that, milk that udder

Ohhh, truly Keizer chief, ruby, ruby
I'm Scooby Doo, ghost a groupie
Spooky, poltergeist raps are booky
Fuji; snap a pic of the booty

Kill 'em when I get in zone
I'm in my feeling when I'm scheming to be taking the throne
And I'm a demon, Morgan Freeman when I'm flipping a flow
I've got the Shawshank sugar, shake it, rag and the bone man

Damn! John Claude van-dam
Put on the red light please Roxanne
She said I'm a dick when I get out of hand
You look quite fit with my dick in your hand

Jump on the rhythm, I come, I run London
Don, I'm the king of the bongo, the Bongo Bong
And I'm flipping the shit like a swanton bomb
Are you dizzy? Are you dumb?

Wait, just wait a sec
Wait, let me catch my breath
I'm about to go beast mode
I'm about to go Macbeth

Attacking the rapping I got the rhythm I'm back on the map
I'm lapping a rapper, no cap, I'm ripping and dripping in fat
You're tripping, you're slipping, I'm so prolific I'm flipping a track
The quickest in Britain, I got precision when spitting the facts

Come with the rhythm and give 'em the flow coast to coast
I boast to be the most explosive you know
Psychosis I get when I start to spit
And when the beat drops like this

I'm LOSING IT

Uh, that's right
I'm a wear-wolf out in the moonlight
I'm a blood sucking parasite
I'm a digital vampire; terror-bite
On a new hype
I'm a orbit the earth like a satellite
Sex and violence; glamourised
Tarantino flow, no lullaby

Tom Cruise down the street; vanilla sky
With my sword, I'm the very last samurai
It's a mission impossible, make it out alive
Do ya hear it? Do ya feel it? Do ya feel my vibe?
Headshot, faded
I'm fuckin' it up like I made it
Sometimes stuck in a rut but I break it
Cum twice busting a nut you can't fake it

Fuck my luck is 'bout to double up
Non-stop, I'm drake, I'm 'bout to stop the clock
On lock I break and chop the rhythm up
I make the music just to hype em up

Yes my brother, love each other
I'm an agent undercover
Who's that Mr Lover Lover?
I'm the baddest motherfucker

Fee fee fi fi foo foo fum shit
When the beat... Wait... Wait... Wait

Come like, come like, come like venom
Spot light, spot light, spot light get em
Red light green light, red light get em
Empty chamber, reload, dead em
Red light
Dead em
Kick that shit like David Beckham
Bristol, Brighton, London, Peckham
Kill this shit man what you recon

Back on my bullshit
Did you see you what I did there?
New kid
On the block
Flip the drop of the music
I twist it, beat it, abuse it

Ren, back once again
Pop one, pop two, drop three men
Click, clack, reload, pop one again
Pop myself in the head for revenge

I'm sick with flow
I'm lit with it bro
The shit Tick tak toe
Oh no, you know I'm loco moto
My loco motive Is making me blow and

Come up (ah ah)
Take a Rizla and then I burn up (ah ah)
I'm the Godzilla of the come up (ah ah)
I'm a gorilla in the jungle (ah ah)

Switch the flow I come get it get it
I'm mystical, I'm very very
Good, its good, it's big in the hood
It's big like a bear, a bear in the woods
It's good, its good, and I've understood
That I am the one to make the world look
And I am the one to make the world shook
And I am the one for history books

Kill it when I'm running the game
I'm in four door Ford when I'm back in my Lane
And I'm a Mordor Lord the Nazgul will reign
And the floor boards, walls and windows will shake

The rhythm the rebel
The bass and the treble
The angel the devil
You're not on my level
I'm very disheveled
I'm very unsettled
I'm messed in the mental
Just check my credentials

What just wait a sec
Wait let me catch my breath
I'm about to go beast mode
I'm about to go Macbeth

Kill it when I'm back in the game
Yea I kill it yeah I kill it when I'm back in the game
Yeah I kill it yeah I kill it when I'm back in the game
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait

I kill a track with full ambition
Wiping out the opposition
Stocking up on ammunition
Competition, demolition
Definition; musician
Stevie wonder; superstition
Repetition, repetition, repetition... Rrrrr
Repetition

I'm efficient
Kiddie with a disposition
Stop I chop the fuck up like a cosmetician
Re-ignition, I condition
Tracks with my rapping vision
Reposition
Step the fuck back cause I'm on a mission

Brrrraaa, fisher