The Night Elm on Mare Street - Mikill Pane, Romesh Ranganathan, DJ Odin

I was on the brink of packing it in

Things were getting ugly but the ting’s attractive again

They were saying «what's wrong with Pane?

What’s happened to him?»

You couldn’t get a longer weight from a rack at a gym

The wait’s over, sorry about the delay

Our fans never wanna see us leave like a gilet

But when it all starts to take the piss, you need a wee break

I’ve met more arseholes in this shit than a bidet

I’m taking 'bout the weight of the pressure I’ve felt

I was just an NWA expressing myself

But the minute that a record label exec said it’s swell

I’m expected sell the way David Guetta would sell

Trust me, it’s a hard game you’re getting into

When life gives you lemons but you can’t make celebrity juice

When the top stations had the power to pick the winners

I was on rotation for about as long as fidget spinners

But if you’re like me, you’d be cool with that

Your A&R won’t be happy, though

Forced into someone else’s dream like tall black

Leonardo DiCaprio

But I’m not a Leo, I’m a Gemini

Half of me was terrified

Half wrote the bars I need to terrorise

But part of me’s too hard at making clever lines

I wrote a set of bars that were too smart

For only half of me to memorise

I’m messing with you, I was uninspired

To tell you the truth, I was fucking tired

I wore my heart on my sleeve, they put my art in a league

I found it hard to camouflage the fatigue

But now I’m gassed up, charged up

Whatever the lingo is

Flags up on masts, but I’m not ever a jingoist

Mandem from our boroughs jolly 'cause they’ve been growing

Fat bruddas, arms up, wobbling their bingo wings

Eating right, seriously, it’s inspiring

Now I’m keeping up appearances with a hyacinth

Firing on north cylinders with a winning verse

Keep the least hard-hitting words to a minimum

That’s why I still observe

'Cause them’s the rules

Trying to be a legend on the sly, not expendable

All the UK MCs representing, I respect them all

The scene’s looking like a convention of unconventionals

It’s mental, I didn’t fit in

But if you think I can’t be the GOAT, you must be kidding

Ladies and gents, I’m high as hell

But bear with me

May we present the Night Elm on Mare Street

Strange things happen when you go down there