Oscar Songtext

Why so many questions hater?
Spend your fucking day to day
Drinking fucking Hatorade
Waste away, sat inside your room in isolation
Amount of shit inside your mouth
Is verbal constipation
One sec, I'll make the hit pop
Then house DJs think I'm shit hot
I'll do both your wife, the fuck not?
Only care about the beat, the sick drops
London town, to Brisbane what
Swapped and matched, four flip flops
Money in the grave, like Rick Ross
Bet your girl dance to this on TikTok
Big boss man, but the shit hot tan
Man with a plan, forget your lockdown
Back with a bang, some shit that got canned
But I'm stickin' it out on this al-bam (Bam?)
I mean album
Was on powder, not talcum Ask Malcolm in the Middle
Everybody ever give you all that you're gonna feel it with the rhythm at the minute and I'm killin' 'em softly
Get outta my way, in the littlest way
Melt the face off like Nicholas Cage
Bet they go cray inside the big grave
(Eh uh uh, eh uh uh, eh)
This game's a fucking circus
And who's on microphone right now?
It's Mister Berserkus, you heard us

Classic genre
I do any of 'em
Classic genre
I do any of 'em
Classic genre
I take any offer
You can keep your Grammy
And your motherfuckin' Oscar

Your throne is mine
Head hot, with a gold chain that I, bigger one
It's my motorbike
Ghost right on you, poltergeist
Def not when I wrote for guys
Man's fake I told you guys
He needs milk I'm bonified
I don't care for your old stories
Your throwback to be thrown aside
When it's flows I'm over nice
Normal call, like I'm over, nice
Boasting 20 bags of show-work down to you being overpriced
Different sound when I hold the mic
Different girls when I hold the pipe
You ain't mine I know your type
This offer, 'ready know my wife
That's Bad B
I'm Gang G, count my hand, fees
These animals from east and P
Break foot and mouth I'm on mad beef
Ain't got time for these Boris Johnson's
Baffled when these man speak
They ain't MC's or athletes
Man runner get caught by hand speed
Forget the violence
Be silent
Lay back in the black top whip with the plate on private
Back to my yard where I'm livin' in private
IPhone gotta keep that on divert
2004 I was playin' with dutch like sayin' I was Patrick Kluivert
Levels too high I can only ride with a pilot

Classic genre
I do any of 'em
Classic genre
I do any of 'em
Classic genre
I take any offer
You can keep your Grammy
And your motherfuckin' Oscar
Classic genre
I do any of 'em
Classic genre
I do any of 'em
Classic genre
I take any offer
You can keep your Grammy
And your motherfuckin' Oscar

Came in the game top boy from day one
So called top boys didn't wanna spray one
Bar on a back to back and I flow A1
Now I'm the top boy mocking it Jay1
Put a sock in it when I be socking it to 'em locking it down
With the flow when I'm dropping it topical
Top top top of the tree, the top of the oracle
Man are chatting 'bout there better but that's rhetorical
I'm diabolical, straight to the molecule
In everyday life I'm nice on the mic I'm horrible
Cheeky sod with that big gob
Bionic on the mic Gangster Chronicles
Flip bare magic and I move like McGonagall
And we can have a laugh the bars aren't comical
D'n'B, rap, grime, boom bap, double time
Done 'em all (Fuck that), truly phenomenal
Hit 'em with the venomous medicine I'ma get 'em
With the elements I'm bringing in lyrical armageddon
I'm dead 'em and set the levels like 7/11 the way I get 'em
When I serve up manor from heaven (It's too much)
From the time when when I one-two check 'em
Other MC's all like, "Give me a second"
But nah my G let me spit my 32
Man's a Wretch and I'ma kick 'em like Tekken
When I wreck 'em they all reckon I'm wrecking it not neck and neck
Neck another bottle I reckon they're gonna recollect
Regularly rippin' the mics live when I wreck a set
Wacking 'em back and making a racket like Megadeath
Megatron on a song still stay mega blessed
Megaman so solid no I ain't ever left
Bun the Grammys and the Oscars
There's no sleep for the wickedest that's why I never rest

I do any of 'em