If I don't Answer (feat. S.E.E.S. & G Nino)

Flow is the best, could have guessed as such
Football finesse, never lose my touch
Flow, too much to handle
Leave MC's in a lyrical tangle
Click Clack, spray paint in the rucksack
Defacing the place like vandal

The big zoots, I be billing them
Back my drinks and I keep refilling them
SEES on the mic this riddim I'm killing them
Ain't gonna stop til I reach one million pounds
Keep my sh*t underground
Turn the mixer up loud Cause man like Sam is in town (Oi)
Tell your girl to calm down
I got her so wet she might drown
She can't handle my sound
Nah
She can't handle my (Who's that)
She can't handle my (Oi who's that, who's that, who's that)
She can't handle my
Sound

I wan flip it and stack my Ps
Take an overnight overseas
Weekend getaway, high degrees
Work on my craft till I catch Z's (Banxz)
I work hard on my craft me
Ain't been a better man since annunaki
Paved a new path, he
Built it to last, the
Aviator, Dark but soul Diwali

Bruce Wayne flow, hit them with the Bududada (What?)
Well spoken, southern with a country grammar (Okay?)
Music needs food I'm coming with the manna
No Mash, work hard and cook another banger
One
All in one
I'm up next like Duggans son
Freshman, XXSL
From South London, can't you tell?

(Banxz)
If I don't answer the phone I'm working
Trying to make bags, no Birkin
Will the tune blow next week, uncertain
Maybe this one might turn them
Into a fan
I am
Devising a plan with the G called Sam
Calculating like Cos and Tan
Till our wallets and our yards are wham
If I don't answer the phone I'm working
Trying to make bags, no Birkin
Will the tune blow next week, uncertain
Maybe this one might turn them
Into a fan
I am
Devising a plan with the G called Sam
Calculating like Cos and Tan
Till our wallets and our yards are wham

Pesto pasta, mould on the ceiling
Had to Rock the same outfit next evening
Mask on, moving like bane with the breathing
Beat so cold, using bars for heating
I had to turn off the TV
Update the CV
Make them wanna see me
Rise like smoke, summit
Den of lions, Daniel, bun it
When you meet a better me
Keep the same energy
Range is wide, have the pride of 10 of me
Mad progress but they still don't care
I protest cause I'm nearly there
Buy my track, you can't buy my silence
They try ride but they have no license
They try Son, but I keep on shining
Come hear Banxz and the bank aligning

I said if I don't answer the phone I'm working
I work too hard so I shoot my shot
I hope this music ting works out
F*ck a nine to 5
I ain't doing no job
Them days making music in the Kitchen
I put in the work so you know I won't flop
Yeah you know I won't flop
Cause I'm putting my all in
You know I ain't falling
I'm pulling from free
They're letting me go
Their calling me Jordan
My N*ggas be ballin
My Niggas be ballin
Put in the work at what you deserve
I'm putting my all in

(Oi who's that, who's that, who's that)
All in, all in
No stalling
Make grands rise
There's no good morning (Banxz)
Beats, bops and bed, I'm boring
Chasing them Lincoln's no crawling
Would get wisdom from sheiks
Then right rhymes to motivate
Get up, keep on, don't quit
Press record and make a hit
Troy Banxz flowing on the beat again
They wanna hear the beast from the south east again
You wanna have a holiday off? It's Easter then
And if I wife a chick she has to be at least a ten (Who's that, who's that)
(Banxz)
Oi whos that?
(Banxz)
You knew that (La)
Bh on the map, we do that (Mad stress)
Mad stress? I'm not trying to go through that (Okay)
Rise and grind and build, let's do that (Let's do that)

If I don't answer the phone I'm working
Trying to make bags, no Birkin
Will the tune blow next week, uncertain
Maybe this one might turn them
Into a fan
I am
Devising a plan with the G called Sam
Calculating like Cos and Tan
Till our wallets and our yards are wham
If I don't answer the phone I'm working
Trying to make bags, no Birkin
Will the tune blow next week, uncertain
Maybe this one might turn them
Into a fan
I am
Devising a plan with the G called Sam
Calculating like Cos and Tan
Till our wallets and our yards are wham