Uh Huh - Dabbla

I got no style, no swag

No ting, I lick the whole bag

By the way I got no shame

Off the chain and it’s so bad

I got no cheques, no deal

No stacks, my flows ill

No gash in my hotel I got one girl but she’s so real

And I’m ever so grateful 'cause you never know what’s gonna happen around the

corner

You better turn that table and go ahead and get licked off an 8 ball

And if you’re back where you started and done a full circle, well that’s

retarded

Cause motherfuckers get discarded and more time disregarded for some of that

ladi dadi

It sounds banana’s and barmy, I’ll meet you at the gala

With my Asian correspondent Tricia Takanawa

Overly nang, better watch out when I open a can

Probably get slapped with the both of my hands

And when the time come I’ma go with a bang

I got no clips, no gats

No bricks, I got no straps

Talking 'bout its not hip-hop, they don’t know shit, they don’t no gash

I got no plan, no theme

No scam, I got no scheme

No game but I know the deal, when it’s over kill for that mainstream

Yeah, go ahead and get scared now

Cause you know that my team ain’t messing about

There ain’t nothing out there I can’t tear down

And I’m fresh to death you get aired out

Bared out, you’re not killing it

Manna claim a lot, they’re not living it

Couldn’t take my spot you won’t fit in it

Stop saying it’s hot, they’re not spinning it

I keep it cosy and mosey, over your people, dozy

The plan it chose me to ram it slowly, your family owes me

Get your clocks out, watch their face when it pops out

Eyes on the bottom when it flops out

And that’s how it drops now, you better know bird

No plane, no word, I got no brain

No frame, I got no mind, I might go blind

But it’s OK!

I got no scene, no time

No dream but that dough’s mine

I’ll take the belt from my people dem

And when I tag team it’s over

Hang 'em up, out to dry

The amount of styles that I’m banging out

You might catch a dose, that was close but it’s only natural to return to host

Most obliged, tense your neck, your back, your front sides and both your eyes

Cause I’ll ultraviolet these solar flies

And anyone that wanna test gets overrides

And that’s the truth, it’s all good and well but wheres the proof?

And how much of this crack can we distribute until the whole world falls into

disrepute

You’re not Mr. Loot, best to scoop cause I don’t wanna be around when you piss

your suit

And you don’t wanna be involved in this dispute

Fresh out the institute