Damn Nasty Absurdities
14:18
Try My Angle
It's Mr Managements
Lemme tell you 'bout DNA
Always on stage inside the rave
Have to get paid with no delay
Cause we just ain't got time to waste
Wait lemme go and order a drink E and J
There ain't milkshake
Sitting with the big batty chick
The shit so big it's taking up space
Mr Managements I'm inside the place
Dont like me nigga hide your face
Not the type of nigga that would hide my face
But now its like every nigga recognise my face
See your wife she likes my face
And now certain niggas don't like my face
Move to your wife inside the rave
Try watch face from behind the shades
Are you mad don
Man must not know who I am don
Mr Managements you should of heard of a nigga
Call the ambulance because I'll murder the rhythm
And if a nigga says that he's sicker than me he's definitely fibbing
When I bring that heat on the rhythm
F*ck that burn a MC on the rhythm
My niggas roll in the dark
So when it's night time don't roll through the park
Henno push 110 up on the bench yo
Still wanna stress you better phone couple heads bro
Yo
Pull up in a A4
Put a nigga in the back of the car
And if a nigga don't fit in the back of the A4
You know what fold him in half
Get it A4 fold him in half
Just like paper manna getting ripped up
2 plates up either side when I lift up
No homo I'm shagging the gym bruv
Everyday when I get up
Man will do about 100 press ups
Flex my chest when I'm eating my breakfast
Mr Managements
Mr Managements
Mr Mr Managements
Mr Managements
Mr Mr Managements
Mr Managements
Mr Mr Managements
Mr Managements
Mr Mr Managements
Don't ask me what my name is
Don't bother clocking faces
Just get it straight in your brain that the shit I makes amazing
This is B City's greatest
MC I've nearly made it
Got DNA hear with me really we're what the game is
Papers we're making pages
Your mates will hate for ages
We passing through your dances leaving all your ladies naked
If beef starts escalating
We're dropping bombs in the club
The flows that I've got are bound to erupt
I'll tell you straight and upfront it's f*cked
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Damn Nasty Absurdities
14:18
Try My Angle
It's Mr Managements
Lemme tell you 'bout DNA
Always on stage inside the rave
Have to get paid with no delay
Cause we just ain't got time to waste
Wait lemme go and order a drink E and J
There ain't milkshake
Sitting with the big batty chick
The shit so big it's taking up space
Mr Managements I'm inside the place
Dont like me nigga hide your face
Not the type of nigga that would hide my face
But now its like every nigga recognise my face
See your wife she likes my face
And now certain niggas don't like my face
Move to your wife inside the rave
Try watch face from behind the shades
Are you mad don
Man must not know who I am don
Mr Managements you should of heard of a nigga
Call the ambulance because I'll murder the rhythm
And if a nigga says that he's sicker than me he's definitely fibbing
When I bring that heat on the rhythm
F*ck that burn a MC on the rhythm
My niggas roll in the dark
So when it's night time don't roll through the park
Henno push 110 up on the bench yo
Still wanna stress you better phone couple heads bro
Yo
Pull up in a A4
Put a nigga in the back of the car
And if a nigga don't fit in the back of the A4
You know what fold him in half
Get it A4 fold him in half
Just like paper manna getting ripped up
2 plates up either side when I lift up
No homo I'm shagging the gym bruv
Everyday when I get up
Man will do about 100 press ups
Flex my chest when I'm eating my breakfast
Mr Managements
Mr Managements
Mr Mr Managements
Mr Managements
Mr Mr Managements
Mr Managements
Mr Mr Managements
Mr Managements
Mr Mr Managements
Don't ask me what my name is
Don't bother clocking faces
Just get it straight in your brain that the shit I makes amazing
This is B City's greatest
MC I've nearly made it
Got DNA hear with me really we're what the game is
Papers we're making pages
Your mates will hate for ages
We passing through your dances leaving all your ladies naked
If beef starts escalating
We're dropping bombs in the club
The flows that I've got are bound to erupt
I'll tell you straight and upfront it's f*cked
14:18
Try My Angle
It's Mr Managements
Lemme tell you 'bout DNA
Always on stage inside the rave
Have to get paid with no delay
Cause we just ain't got time to waste
Wait lemme go and order a drink E and J
There ain't milkshake
Sitting with the big batty chick
The shit so big it's taking up space
Mr Managements I'm inside the place
Dont like me nigga hide your face
Not the type of nigga that would hide my face
But now its like every nigga recognise my face
See your wife she likes my face
And now certain niggas don't like my face
Move to your wife inside the rave
Try watch face from behind the shades
Are you mad don
Man must not know who I am don
Mr Managements you should of heard of a nigga
Call the ambulance because I'll murder the rhythm
And if a nigga says that he's sicker than me he's definitely fibbing
When I bring that heat on the rhythm
F*ck that burn a MC on the rhythm
My niggas roll in the dark
So when it's night time don't roll through the park
Henno push 110 up on the bench yo
Still wanna stress you better phone couple heads bro
Yo
Pull up in a A4
Put a nigga in the back of the car
And if a nigga don't fit in the back of the A4
You know what fold him in half
Get it A4 fold him in half
Just like paper manna getting ripped up
2 plates up either side when I lift up
No homo I'm shagging the gym bruv
Everyday when I get up
Man will do about 100 press ups
Flex my chest when I'm eating my breakfast
Mr Managements
Mr Managements
Mr Mr Managements
Mr Managements
Mr Mr Managements
Mr Managements
Mr Mr Managements
Mr Managements
Mr Mr Managements
Don't ask me what my name is
Don't bother clocking faces
Just get it straight in your brain that the shit I makes amazing
This is B City's greatest
MC I've nearly made it
Got DNA hear with me really we're what the game is
Papers we're making pages
Your mates will hate for ages
We passing through your dances leaving all your ladies naked
If beef starts escalating
We're dropping bombs in the club
The flows that I've got are bound to erupt
I'll tell you straight and upfront it's f*cked
Writer: Oliver Hesson-McIntosh
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