Storm Warning (ft. Charlotte Craib)

I haven't got something to prove
But I got nothing to lose
Shoots! it's dark, I'm puffing the doob
Up in the booth not stuck in the soup
Oh give me the stuff, living it up
Busting the groove and bringing the funk
One morgue says ripping the cardem
Stashing the boredom fill up my cup
Chill it with ice, ill on the mic
Last thing I need's someone killing the vibe
Willing to fight, kicking the fuss
Just cause I drunk in a million plans
Wait! You think you're playing it cool but mate you're playing a fool
2! I'll take you to school if you're breaking the rules
I'll leave you washed up like an ape in the poon
Never said I was better than you
That's not what I endeavor to do
It's not your fault you're bred in a zoo
All you sink more to pepper les pubes
Stepped in the crew, the incredible few
Thundamentals will fry her electrical fuse
I'm blending the groove, assembling foes
These sentence I use hell set it in stone
Wherever I roam, start second and none
So suave and obese, I'm impressing your mum
Hot sex in the sun, enjoy the summertime
If the boss is stressing let him employ some other guy
Sing a lullaby about the birds and the bees
So we can get down more personally (but)
Right now I'm bursting the seams
Where the word is born the storm's bursting the scene
Well most folks are sitting at home
Picking their nose or be flipping the flow
Deliver a show, just leaving you go-ing
Oh, shit--didn't you know?
I'm drinking my coke then I mix it with rum
You're listening in to the skills that are won (won)
What fiasco's hitting the drum?
It's packing a punch like a kick in the butt
For stuck in the rut, I'm up in the antsy
Running a muck like a bum in the pantry
Ain't for kids who's chucking a tanty or chickens who's fucking and clutching their panties and chucking them at me
That's not what the plan be (uh)
I can't help if you're randy
Don't get angry just cause I'm taken
Check out my mates you could probably date them
Thundamentals'll pave the way
It's safe to say that we're making waves
While haters are sipping their hatorade
I'll blaze the phrase in my database
Straight spitting razor blades at a crazy rate
Until my hair is a shade of grey that can't be changed on pain of breaks for days and days and weeks and months and yo my speech is crunk
Pump this in your crib while you're eating lunch
Or up in your whip, let your speakers bump
Then need to ask who the leaders are
It's clear to us my team is rough
Please don't front, this beat is nuts
So dope that the cd reach the buds
Got my sneakers scuffed cause I run the map
So come back when the sound of a thunderclap