who you know that makes a marra always want more
looking slack jawed until its time to call for encores
blocks raw, you saw, 10% capacity
so much wasted potential, messaihs are mad at me
carry scenes like rugsacks, on me back
hits like my ex girlfriends, always stacked
as a matter of fact im the headline act
23 on mtv, then ripped up the contract
with a wave of my wand, been across the pond
seen stuff thatll make gingers up and turn blonde
my grey hair is like a battle scar, worn with pride
tempered by the kinda tunes you cannot play inside
demographic of 1, self indulge til i die
i get an inkling to do it and i gotta comply
why aye btype be the type to rap
expect nothing back not holding my hat

Im going grey, thats fine with me
got ability, divinity, visavie, mp3s
dutifully pumpin out the tracks i attack
got the good craic, shruggin off the flack
stacked with rhymes like a nursery nurse
you can catch me kickin a free in a hurst
whats worse, as im older, im gettin more play
young pups look out, beware the grey

got 3 cats, 27 lives in total
forget that, 1 life rocks like opal
i like to joke around when im kicking a free
but hassle me for a battle and ill bring ya to ya knees
good buddy please, im a cry for attention
forgot to mention i aint paid for a pension
come retirement age youll see me out me cage
with 32 bars for every single grey
ill get hype rap tight delight in the spotlight
or ignite and fight at a local open mic night
my plight is simple, i want a crowd to cheer
a round of beer, for the sound to be clear
bring up the bass like your recruiting a band
bring up the scene in the north east of england
or further afield, pick a city i wont yeild
just give me a stage and we got ourselves a deal