Angel In The Marble

We still get the work in large amounts There's suttin' comin' that I can't announce You know the food taste good When you're starin' at a menu that you can't pronounce This winter white truff' will cost me half an ounce Home-wrecker flows, it's guaranteed to make your partner bounce It's a horror up in our accounts Why's your money froze? Was runnin' O's, that's how we started out I saw the angel in the marble and I carved it out Now look at me Chiselled like da Vinci reappeared in '93 I found my inner Preston, and I went and set 'em free Now we the black Beatles, let it be (woo) I'm from South London, where them boys die by the hundreds No-one taught us how to mourn, so we go print 'em on our jumpers Back when Mega had the TT hood dreams Didn't even know what it was called, but it looked clean Used to wear the suede Wallabee's 'til my foot leaned Fifty-inch telly, courtesy of my bouj fiend You can pay me in electronic devices Stormz' ain't nice, but he's the nicest Even back when I was selling, Miley Cyrus Put a premium on my prices Sick like a virus Ah, don't make me do it like my stylist I hear top boy talk, from a bunch of quarter-finalists Real nigga, living through a bitch nigga crisis Yeah I grew up in the jungle On the grid with Martin Brundle My hairline's the only thing that keeps a nigga humble God knew what he was doing when he made me Unforgettable, just check the swag, I'm on my Swae Lee I told Jermaine, I could be the Kung-Fu Kenny to your Dave Free Just be the Ty Ty to my Jay Z Dey pree, dey pree I get Lizzy, and I stay flee These new niggas lit, but they just ain't me (tsk) Ah, I skrr through it like I'm Sir Lewis You nerds had it, but you nerds blew it So I just got to it They take shots but I bop tru' it I dodge through it, like I'm Rod Stewart If you want my body, and you think I'm sexy The flow's crystal meth, let me flip it like I'm Jesse I control it like I'm Walter White Tell my mum-in-law, I'll treat her daughter right She don't half the rent or ever sort a flight I love her up and hold her tight Mwah, mwah, mwah, give me kiss Pretty little miss, I tell her what it is Babe, I take you shopping, even though I take the piss I'm only joking, girl, I'm silly like this kettle on my wrist Watch dumb, car dumb Crib's dumb, soon done If my money spoke, he'll say, "Fee-fi-fo-fum" I hit homeruns No smoke, no guns No smoke, must be puns I'm still good in both lungs It's the calm before the storm I'll go Bulgari' for my jawn Half-a-mill' on jackets that I've hardly ever worn Better check the fee, before you ask me to perform July 26th, that's the day a star was born It's the arena-packer Way back when I used to pree Natasha Ask Fatz, yeah, I been a masher They wanna race, but I'm Dina Asher I bring a whole leap of passa The flow's from God but the— It's big Mikey, but I'm more Spinelli She got the Evelyne, I prefer the Kelly I got the Oak, but I prefer the skelly Well done, girl, you hit the belly I gotta tone it down on Graham Norton All this swag can't fit on telly I skrr around on my big Pirelli's Them man are actors, I should give 'em Emmy's Them man are washed, hang 'em out to dry If man are lit, then what the fuck am I? I must be doing suttin' right Hell yeah, fucking right Heavy kettle but it's suttin' light I tell Mel do my button tight Gotta look clean when I'm getttin' my award They wonder how I shine, that's the presence of the lord They wanna know my scent, nigga, that's Tom Ford They wanna know the shows, and the places that I've toured They wanna know, "Stormz', don't you ever get bored?" Rapping 'bout things that you know we can't afford, ah It's big Mike, the one to shed a light On a rapper's insecurity I ain't like you, I need security I'm too lit and too rich, gotta stay dripped for continuity The boy's too sick, I need immunity Them boys are too slow, but I'm Bolt or I'm Shelly-Ann I fill a rap like a jerrycan I shoot like a Steadicam I got kids, but my chick ain't had a belly scan Look, I'm a father for many man (boy)