Inhaler, Pt. 2

Hold tight the mandem raving a lot
Hold tight the mandem raving a lot
Part two
It’s funny how they never wanna see me winning
But I keep coming with bangers, I done that from the beginning
I been putting in the work and you been putting in the chilling
Now you’re struggling in the deep end while I’m on holiday swimming
I’m a lyric-killing villain, if I’m not rapping, I’m singing
Always got the bad you’re feeling, I go higher than the ceiling
I got tricks like a magician, I’m about to make a killing
Ayo, Banzai, I think that it’s time we drop the fucking rhythm
Or shall we just keep it building up and building up again?
It is the wicked drum and bass, no, we ain’t coming to pretend
And we be skanking in the week and drinking up on the weekend
Now put your motherfucking hands up 'cause it’s time to represent
Let me drop it like a piece of litter
Every time I speak, I see the people waiting for the next lyric they’ll see
Bru-C deliver
Them man can’t believe I’m iller
Dead rappers, I eat for dinner
Funny how my name is getting fat and now I’m feeling bigger
Turn it 'round and lick the titty
Ride it down a likkle jitty
I get skippy, quickly on the rhythm cah I’m feeling sickly
Ain’t got time to build a spliffy
I’m colder than Mr. Whippy
British like a fucking fish and chippy (UK)
And we go higher, higher, higher, higher
Step inside the place and we set it on fire
Said you don’t like Bru-C, you’re a liar
I’m a top geezer, fuck Danny Dyer
Gun fingers raising, up they go higher
Flashing lights in the rave, we get higher
I say 'higher', you say 'higher'
Higher (Higher)
Higher (Higher)
Yo, man get wavy on the weekend
Them boy lazy, love to pretend
Causing mayhem in the AM
Might slide in the DM in the PM
6AM, I’m drinking green tea
Then go training with the PT
Play my tune and then repeat me
MP3, vinyl or CD
Since 2-double-0−7, I been around
With tunes that make your jaw spin around
I walk to the spot, drink all the CÎROC
Go back to my hotel, crawling around
Glug, glug, glug, I’m forcing it down
Afterwards link, I’m calling it now
I play hard but I work much harder
That’s why I be talk of the town
In the office with Declan at Krudd
Rehearsals mean the sets have got good
Don’t big up your chest, I’m not shook
Can’t keep up with lads, I want blood
Rhyme the best of all, shine at festivals
She rides the dick and likes the testicles
Don’t eat food with high cholesterol
Like my fruit and I like my vegetable
Keep thinking of things you don’t know
I’m ten out of ten, you’re so-so
Your girl wants me, got a powerful feel for the brain
Just like Mojo Jojo
Keep thinking of things you can’t do
Heavy on the track, lyrics you can’t move
I need to take a breather
Let’s call this one 'Inhaler Pt. 2'
What we tellin' 'em?
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Hold tight the mandem raving a lot
Hold tight the mandem raving a lot
Let’s switch it up though
Yeah, yeah
Hold tight the mandem raving again
Make sure you invest the papers you spend (Stack 'em)
Don’t surrender to the flavours and trends (No)
Flip what you stack like, «Mate, you’re a gem»
Saw man buy new plates for their Benz
Brand new house in their favourite ends
It’s cool to go out on a wavy weekend
But get back on track and start racing again
Hold tight the mandem raving again
Hold tight the mandem raving again
Hold tight
Hold tight
Hold tight
Hold tight
Hold tight the mandem raving again
And it’s Bru-C