Mask - Jam Baxter, Rag'n'Bone Man, OG Rootz

Who’s that?

That’s him

He’s the one with the skin so shimmery

He’s the one with the smile that’ll turn your brand new plants into old Ming

Dynasty

Golden touch

Be there when I show no luck

He didn’t want to put that work in that right there that shows no guts

You don’t wanna skip that queue

You don’t wanna rush that brew

You don’t wanna tell no one that they’re thinking of you with their speakers too

You just wanna be that guy

Live that life

Hit that yatti

Lay that pipe

Put that cash in your hand

Draw that line in the sand

Leave your hive

I never said you paid but you ain’t posing

I look down your nose same one that you poke coke in

Say five then keep stoking

My donny, that’s a weak slogan

That boy there keep toking

That boy there they can’t test and I done told them

How much did you pay for the pumped up chest and the big bag of shoulder chips?

You could rock a mask on stage, we all getting old and shit

Old and shit

We all getting ownership

You can wear a mask on stage, we all getting old and shit

Skin cells flaking off

On the streets you leave your slug trail across

His fists were faded

Pixelated

The 16-bit scene face the boss

Another day another bean to squash, under foot

Take your loss

Wolf it down

Scrape your trough

The spice might melt your faces off

Shit (shit)

You just want to fill that baggage shop

You just want to make your mark like a drunk old man going wild with a cattle

prod

Looks like cunts came back and stopped

Send straight from the planet woof

You turned up sporting the eyes of a rabid dog

And I ain’t seen a man dribble as much in my life but with drip after drip

we’ll me flooding the night

And now everyone’s paddling dreaming and shanking their bretherns and licking

the blood from the knife

And this city will flatten your skull in a vice

And then sell you your brain back for double the price

But killing it dead is becoming a habit of mine you can spare me your fucking

advice

How much did you pay for the pumped up chest and the big bag of shoulder chips?

You could rock a mask on stage, we all getting old and shit

Old and shit

We getting ownership

You can wear a mask on stage, we all getting old and shit

Dirty goods, good looking

I’m about what’s cooking

Who stole your bookings?

Who gave them rookies there a whooping

I went handed them a hookup

Pirates get your face juk up

F the position you’ve took up

You’re gonna look up

'Cause I’m so, I’m so, I’m so gully

I’m like, I’m like show me the money

You don’t you don’t wanna know me sonny

(You don’t wanna know me sonny)

But your going to like when you’ve got flow

And when your live and miming at your own show

Brother, was it all over though?

That wackness is a no bro

Don’t be a hoe just come and hold a seat front row

You don' know I’mma let my ting go

16 in the clip holding them out

One of them shots might hit you

I don’t care though, you know what I’m about fool

Shout out to the old school I’m internationally known but move local

Like oval out on these road calls slapping emcees with these vocals

Should’ve just gone KFC