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We still get the work in large amountsThere's somethin' comin' that I can't announceYou know the food taste good when you're starin' at a menu that you can't pronounceThis winter white truffle cost me half an ounceHomewrecker flows, it's guaranteed to make your partner bounceThere's a horror up in our accountsWhy's your money froze? Runnin' Os, that's how we started outI saw the angel in the marble and I carved it outNow look at me, chiseled like da Vinci reappeared in '93I found it in a press, and then I went and set it freeNow we the black Beatles, let it beI from South London where them boys die by the hundredsNo one taught us how to mourn, so we go print 'em on our jumpersBack when Megan had the TT, hood dreamsDidn't even know what it was called, but it looked cleanUsed to wear the suede Wallabys 'til my foot leanedFifty inch telly courtesy of my booth fiendYou can pay me in electronic devicesStormz' ain't nice, but he's the nicestEven back when I was sellin' Miley CyrusPut a 'preme on all my prices, sick like a virusAh, don't make me do it like my stylistI hear Top Boy talk from a bunch of quarter-finalistsReal nigga livin' through a bitch nigga crisisYeah, I grew up in the jungle, on the grid with Martin BrundleMy hairline's the only thing that keeps a nigga humbleGod knew what he was doin' when he made meUnforgettable, just check the swag, I'm on my Swae LeeI told Jermaine I could be the Kung Fu Kenny to your Dave FreeJust be the Ty Ty to my Jay Z, they pree, they preeI get lizzy and I stay fleeThese new niggas lit, but they just ain't me, nahI skrrt through it like I'm Sir LewisYou nerds had it, but you nerds blew itSo I just got to itThey take shots, but I buck through itI dodge through it like I'm Rod StewartIf you want my body and you think I'm sexyThe flow is crystal meth, let me flip it like I'm JesseI control it like I'm Walter WhiteTold my mommy, know I treat her daughter rightShe don't have to rental, every sought I flyI love her up and hold her tightMwah, mwah, mwah, give me kissPretty little miss, I tell her what it isBabe, I take you shoppin' even though I take the pissI'm only jokin', girl, I'm silly like this kettel on my wristWatch dumb, car dumb, cribs dumb, soon doneIf my money spoke, to say fee-fi-fo-fumI hit home runs, no smoke, no gunsNo smoke, must be puns, I'm still good in both lungsThis the calm before the storm, I go Bulgari for my jawnHalf a mill' on jackets that I've hardly ever wornBetter check the fee before you ask me to performJuly 26th, that's the day a star was bornIt's the arena packer, way back when I used to pree NataschaAsk facts, yeah, I been a masherThey want a race but I'm Dina AsherAnd bring a whole leap of passerThe flow's from God, but the-It's Big Mike, but I'm More SpinelliShe got the Evelyn but I prefer the KellyI got the O, but I prefer the SkellyWell done, girl, you hit the bellyI gotta tone it down on Graham Norton, all this swag can't fit on tellyI skrrt around in my big PirellisThem man are actors, I should give them EmmysThe man are washed, hang them out to dryIf man are lit, then what the fuck am I?I must be doin' somethin' right, hell yeah, fuckin' rightHeavy kettle but it's somethin' lightI told Mel, "Do my button tight"Gotta look clean when I'm gettin' my awardThey wonder how I shine, that's the presence of the LordThey wanna know my scent, nigga, that's Tom FordThey wanna know the shows and the places that I've touredThey wanna know, "Stormz', don't you ever get boredRappin' 'bout things that you know we can't afford?"Ah, it's Big MikeThe one to shed the light on a rappers insecurityI ain't like you, I need securityI'm too lit and too richGotta stay dripped for continuityThe boy's too sick, I need immunityThem boys are too slow, but I'm Boat, or I'm Shelly-AnnI fill the rap like a jerry canI shoot like a SteadicamI got kids, but my chick ain't have no belly scanLook at my father from many man, boy
STORMZY - ANGEL IN THE MARBLE VIDEO Lyrics
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