Breakfast @ the Wolsely

The songs and the way we approach them do have a history

Cult leader
Gold robe dope dealer
Cutting a Cohiba in my bros beemer
Shifting party gear
I just smoked a spliff in the barber chair refixed my Cartiers
Yeah, you wanna see a dead body?
I got juice like the man from Del Monte
I'm Gordon Geko playing Bach on the cello
On Portobello pouring vodka in the jello
Party crasher
I crash the party like Allahu Akbar
Cola in my Ron Zacapa
Krav Maga grappler
Body snatcher
My dog got a bite like Mike on Evander
Nice one
Turn the mic on
I'm an icon
I'm in my top 5 4 times 5th is Dylan
Ferraris like Ferris Bueller
Pedal pusher
Hezbollah
Pull up on your ends with a pressure cooker

If you cut corners with this shit
You ain't gonna get no love
Like i go hard i'm dedicated to this shit
People don't see that shit
They think its easy
I make it look easy

I'm making chicken like Popeyes
Pop the spinach can like I'm cross eyed
Shit is straight scienide
Sing a sweet lullaby
Fly guy
The rhymes are like a rottweiler bite
I shotgun the Miller lite
I put the time in
I was flying through a hurricane hang gliding
Sliding in like M Bison
5 mics Mike Tyson
I move in silence
My name don't much the photo on the driving licence
I copped In the hills like Axel Foley
Holy Macaroni
Breakfast at The Wolseley
I am a boss
Diana Ross
I put a bag on ya head like Shia LeBeouf
Uh
Foreign visas
Big body beemers
Big fish
Quick wit
Slick Jonny English
I sip the Gimlet
Sittin back handling business
I put the whole gang on the guestlist

You're a fucking legend mate
I know i am blood
I know i am
You don't have to tell me
I know
You are a legend
You are a legend
Smoke the draw
Fuck the law
Smoke the draw fuck the law
Mate!
Just got one
Just went and got one now
I hope its that green shit
Not the bamba shit
Don't touch that shit
No no
Been out the Jail since 209
Been out the jail
Off the smack