The Damn Guy - Grima x Azza, Tna

I’m the damn guy

Azza, Manek, Traumatik, MTD

Diezel, Kombo, Texas, Jimmy Danger

I’m the damn guy

Ball Hard like Orlando Magic, pull out the ting, call me «Go Go Gadget»

It’s A double Z A, but my name’s not Aron, rude boy, no it’s Harry like Hatchet

Hachet, talking like you’re rough when you’re moving, but we know that you

ain’t stacking

Stacking, ain’t trapping, dunno why these men are talking rough when they got

no backing

Alright, lemme jump back in, them men chat shit but they can’t back it

Back it, they don’t wanna try fuck around on the mic, them men get scared,

when I’m at it

More time in a blacked-out jacket, touch the mic and I smack it, they can’t

Hack it, hater wanna hate, that’s cool, but I’ll counter attack it

Don’t piss me off, trust me that shit’s a lot

I’m back you pricks I’m kicking it off, off of the hinges give me the dosh

Cause I wanna be livin' the floss, so I keep giving up, bringing them lots

On in the bleway isn’t a prob, she’ll be walking with a spliff in her gob

And I might be lit up sippin' courvos, but they won’t hear me missin' a drop

Come near me I’ll be willing to cotch, but foul mouth me get a nick in the chops

Right around me, when when it kicks off, elbow to the face make a man pissed off

Don’t know we’re menacing cause when I say that it’s going off it’s off

Cause a landslide when we touch the damn mic

Yeah, it’s jammed tight get your fuckin' hands high

I’m the damn guy, I’m the damn guy

Got lemon and cheese and packets of weed enough to make you damn fly

Cause a landslide when we touch the damn mic

Yeah, it’s jammed tight get your fuckin' hands high

I’m the damn guy, I’m the damn guy

Got lemon and cheese and packets of weed enough to make you damn fly

My Lemon Haze is from Devon ways, and it’s harvest time in 11 days

It’s powerful like a weapon sprays, and trust me you’ll be well amazed (So

listen)

Let me just demonstrate smoke lemon haze and then celebrate

I meditate and regenerate and then elevate up to Heaven’s Gate (I'm God)

I’m above all the pen and papes, just celebrate and then penetrate

I’ll desecrate and I’ll devastate any heavyweight, I don’t relegate (Hey

dickhead)

Run, go tell a mate, my lemon is sticky like sellotape

I’m punctual, I’m never late cause I teleport and I levitate

When I spita the bar she master the crafts like Mr Miyagi

Trust me you’ll see more punches thrown than fists at a football derby

My style is literally barmy, simple and plain like twisting a car key

I treat MCs like boats, taking them out with a spitting tsunami (Yeah)

Bear lemony narcs incredible bars put them on my logs

Smoking generous bong with the boys and the federal cops

Your boys call tell 'em all come, all get 'em all done, all them are all runts

I treat them as like work, then smoke heavily blunts

Cause a landslide when we touch the damn mic

Yeah, it’s jammed tight get your fuckin' hands high

I’m the damn guy, I’m the damn guy

Got lemon and cheese and packets of weed enough to make you damn fly

Cause a landslide when we touch the damn mic

Yeah, it’s jammed tight get your fuckin' hands high

I’m the damn guy, I’m the damn guy

Got lemon and cheese and packets of weed enough to make you damn fly

Crush all the lemon, armageddon, I’m blazin' 24/7 (Seven)

AK-47, how many zoots today?

About seven

Strong weed spin, 2011, so dank they smell it in Devon (Devon)

So high they itchin' from heaven, birthday date: 7/7

Terrorist like a 9/11, bare Gs up in the sessions

Smoke so much it like an aggression, zs weigh?

27

Eighths?

1 point 7, bizayg, what’d you reckon?

They blame it on the recession, england’s heading into depression

Liverpool Daddy, run the mic like an athlete, Yammin'

The beat like a patty, you can never catch me, the man o man sure take a back

seat

My name’s on the road like a taxi, you’re an ickle man you can’t match me

When a mena-muna mic up bidda bidda big (Woo)

Yo, and I bump up the ante, ready for the war, I’m like an Iraqi

You don’t want no beef, no teriyaki, I’ma get animalistic and aggy

Come visit, N One Niner, my da beat dat taught a bus driver

24/7 the basic survivor (Brrah), mic up, old man, televisor

Cause a landslide when we touch the damn mic

Yeah, it’s jammed tight get your fuckin' hands high

I’m the damn guy, I’m the damn guy

Got lemon and cheese and packets of weed enough to make you damn fly

Cause a landslide when we touch the damn mic

Yeah, it’s jammed tight get your fuckin' hands high

I’m the damn guy, I’m the damn guy

Got lemon and cheese and packets of weed enough to make you damn fly

This ain’t no test run nought to sixty like that I’m an F1 (Nyoom)

Put down their weights on my air force, waste MCs get back where you left from

(See ya)

So far back you get laughed at, it’s like watching a terrible sitcom

Have a break son, have a KitKat, we MCs like munching a Bourbon

Who’s on the mic?

It’s Texas, I’m eating you all up for breakfast (Morning!)

The style we got is infectious, I’m fitting together like Tetris (Beep-boop,

beep-boop, beep)

Frontline baby shake it down (Hey hey hey hey), we represent for the underground

Appleface starts running out, light the fuse, tick, tick, tick, pow

Honestly gotta be properly droppin' the sickest of rhymes you heard

The quickedest wickedest lyricist ever to spit on the mic, true words (Right?)

So give me the rhythm no give me the bigin I’m killin' the vibe for days

We get in the zone I’m lettin' them know we’re chuckin' the mic and spray like

Stop that watch this, keepin' it dark like gothic

So I drop shit, got piff, pure organic, no toxic

Cop man’s flow got me dropped down low

We proper got that bro, it’s a knockout shot, bop

Cause a landslide when we touch the damn mic

Yeah, it’s jammed tight get your fuckin' hands high

I’m the damn guy, I’m the damn guy

Got lemon and cheese and packets of weed enough to make you damn fly

Cause a landslide when we touch the damn mic

Yeah, it’s jammed tight get your fuckin' hands high

I’m the damn guy, I’m the damn guy

Got lemon and cheese and packets of weed enough to make you damn fly

Fly, fly, fly