When trouble comes knockin' I'll be ready, alright
Put my fists up, ready to fight
But I ain't got to put my fists up every time
Who needs actions when you got, you got words?
And I ain't gotta pull the heat like here we go
I ain't gotta lose my head like years ago
Who needs actions when you got words?
I ain't afraid to get physical
It's just that I hit harder when I spit on a verse
'Cause I'm a sick spitter, spit so sick that it hurts
So sick at spitting I can even spit in reverse, still
You can step up to my face if that's the way that you feel
Throw a punch, I'll throw one back an show you one for real
Lost a lot of so-called mates since I signed this record
deal
One more wanker bringing hate won't matter now I'm paying
bills
No staying still, waiting for a giro
Feeling so frustrated I could stab someone in the eye with a
biro
Having to drive slow every time I see the Five-O
Cause there's a nine bar of skunk in my trunk and it's
live-O
Used to shot the high grade peng so I'm used to cats that
beg for scraps
And cat crack that don't make sense
Kai was true due even when you go to great lengths
I see through you like glass and fake friends
When trouble comes knockin' I'll be ready, alright
Put my fists up, ready to fight
But I ain't got to put my fists up every time
Who needs actions when you got, you got words?
And I ain't gotta pull the heat like here we go
I ain't gotta lose my head like years ago
Sticks and stones break bones but what I say'll hurt you
worse
Leave you feeling dead and buried like you're six feet under
earth
And if actions speaker louder than words
How comes I hear you hating but I never see you burst?
You just vex, 'cause you just wish you were where I am
You can't make people feel your set like I can
Pick up a mic and set the crowd alight, man
Shine so fucking brightly they think it's day when it's
night man
That's right, man, you can't deny I've got talent
It's jealousy, you only hating cause you haven't
The more I blow, the more you hate me with a passion
Now the press are on my dick and people follow me like
fashion
Well, I don't believe the hype, well that's all it is and
nothing else
But I don't need the hype the words I write will sell
themselves
'Cause the words I write are from the heart, that's why
they're felt
And you'll be eating yours, and mine are flying off the
shelf
When trouble comes knockin' I'll be ready, alright
Put my fists up, ready to fight
But I ain't got to put my fists up every time
Who needs actions when you got, you got words?
And I ain't gotta pull the heat like here we go
I ain't gotta lose my head like years ago
I'd rather murk mans lyrically, spray them with the spit
from my tongue
Than going on a killing spree and living life on the run
Even if sometimes I do feel like getting a gun
And running up on everyone who hated me from day one
But what's the point in that? It's ironic where the point be
at
Hate is from the heart, still the head is where I point the
gat
Imagine how your face looks as I cock it back
Pull the trigger, imagine how your face looks after that
But it ain't worth it, bro, hey yo, I ain't thick
Even though I hear it teens say it too much, it makes me
sick
Come across so many fools don't make me wanna switch
I won't ruin my career just because you said some shit
I'll dead you quick, on the mics if you keep on beefing
Think you're getting to me, nah blood you ain't even
I'm a Libra, so I maintain a cool balance
And you mean nothing to me like Paul Ballance
When trouble comes knockin' I'll be ready, alright
Put my fists up, ready to fight
But I ain't got to put my fists up every time
Who needs actions when you got, you got words?
And I ain't gotta pull the heat like here we go
I ain't gotta lose my head like years ago
You got, you got, you got, you, you got
You got, you got, you got
Who needs actions when you got, you got words?
You got, you got, you got, you, you got
You got, you got, you got
Who needs actions when you got words?
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