Cake - Mik, Trilla, Kozzie

I hit the B-E-double-L-Y

Go and ask Fatboy, I tell no lie

If it ain’t cake, then it’s all long

Don’t waste my time, I’m cool, I’m fine

I hit the B-E-double-L-Y

Go and ask Fatboy, I tell no lie

If it ain’t cake, then it’s all long

Don’t waste my time, I’m cool, I’m fine

Money upfront, money upfront

All I want is money upfront

Don’t try book me for a likkle man rave

Cause all you’ll hear is «money upfront»

Lord of the Mics, my man couldn’t handle the pressure

Fam, why would I front?

Word on the net is next MCs wanna swing with the M

Well, come to the front

Line up, line up, single file up

Money in the bank, man ah watch that pile up

So many girls I have on the iPhone

Which one should I dial up?

Jada?

Halle?

I don’t know

Roxanne?

Sally?

I don’t know

The Air Force Ones on my feet, they’re mental

Where did I get them?

I don’t know

Yeah, I’m crazy

Bipolar, mental, cakey

So much cake on the tune, it’s caked

Hear this flow I’m spitting?

It’s papes

I’m bringing it back like Bathing Apes

I’m out for the box like David Blaine

Hit 'em like a lightning bolt, Usain

I’m back, I’m back so what you saying?

What you saying?

What you saying?

Wanna pray for my downfall?

Keep on praying

In this game, there’s too many jokers

Wannabe kings, bare games they’re playing

So you wanna try get down with the M?

Don’t be shy, I can see it in your eye

But it’s OK, but it’s all good

I’m only here for a piece of the cake

They said I wouldn’t last five minutes in the game

Well, family, who’s laughing now?

Now I just sit back, laugh, make more than a half

While I’m doing shows in town

One cake, two cakes

Three cakes, four

Five cakes, six cakes

Seven cakes, more

Fucking hell

Yeah, let me spit some cake on this

You can summon all 24 MCs

From them ends, but none of them’s making it

Disaster, I call this one a crisis

Man are charting, dem man are on camera

Doing handstands, looking like pussyhole artists, that’s mental

@OfficialKozzie on the Twitter

17K followers, who’s bigger?

Four hit singles, fam, who’s bigger?

An EP that’s charted, who’s bigger?

I’m on my way to a deal

They’re on their way to the printers

I’m with labels having meetings

Dem man are lying about eating

Crazy

I am the term of winning

Lord of the Mics, had everyone bidding

Lord of the Mics, had dem man pilling

MDMA and their drinks all spilling

That’s cause they thought they made it

Until they got their first paycheck

And found out that management raped it

Ahh

I couldn’t give a fuck no more

When I’m in the rave, I call it utmost raw

Two-thirteen, I will be on tour

More money, more cake, yeah, I want more

Dem man are indoors, sitting there, bored

Us man are out here breaking laws

You won’t hear a strain in my vocal cords

They said I wouldn’t last five minutes in the game

Well, family, who’s laughing now?

Now I just sit back, laugh, make more than a half

While I’m doing shows in town

One cake, two cakes

Three cakes, four

Five cakes, six cakes

Seven cakes, more

You know me

I’ve been the same way since '03

Man say they’re making money from music

No whip, no yard, nuttin' fi show me

Wait, you man can’t talk 'bout cake

Everything they’re talking 'bout is fake

Man ain’t making no music money

Cause still up to now, no tunes been made

A man said he got signed

For £200,000

So why’s he tweeting with anyone, paying thirty quid

Just to spit some bars in town

Hmm, I know that sound

And it sounds like someone lied

How come you smell like someone died?

Man have had bookings since Skank On Sight

Bang, bang

You know that I do this cakey

Don’t matter if you ain’t seen man lately

I’m always going in, baby

Got gyal running round stark nakey

Flow ever so naturally wavy

While dem man are dandruff flaky

I brought myself, nobody made me

Yo, if it ain’t cake, then it’s all long

So real talk on the M-I, K?

I might roll if I know he’s got Os

But I’ll definitely roll if I know he’s got a cake

Yo, everyone gets in the cheese

Personally I prefer the AK

I’m tryna get out the jungle so

No more monkeys paying me a cake

They said I wouldn’t last five minutes in the game

Well, family, who’s laughing now?

Now I just sit back, laugh, make more than a half

While I’m doing shows in town

One cake, two cakes

Three cakes, four

Five cakes, six cakes

Seven cakes, more

I hit the B-E-double-L-Y

Go and ask Fatboy, I tell no lie

If it ain’t cake, then it’s all long

Don’t waste my time, I’m cool, I’m fine

I hit the B-E-double-L-Y

Go and ask Fatboy, I tell no lie

If it ain’t cake, then it’s all long

Don’t waste my time, I’m cool, I’m fine