Rage Songtext
von Krept & Konan

Yow cuz
You think these fucking little dickheads can chat to man?
I told you from long time
Yeah?
Buy up di whol ah di rasclart machine dem
And man just wap out di whole bloodclart place

Whole crew them active
Bro buss case on booting, mad ting
Done it like Premiere League in Covid
There was no crowd when the shooting happened
Juvies wacked him, they are on badness
Check on your wifey, she was on mattress
Buss I her mouth, nigga, target practice
Feeding her kids, nigga, Marcus Rashford
Akhi on madness, tracky on grabbed it
Really did atlas, spin it and crashed it


Really is match fit, you weren′t on cat piss
Man wason road when we should've went masjid
Should′ve went mosque tryna grow imam
Bro on a glide like a Roley hand
Man keep sending subliminal shots
You will pay for them shots like OnlyFans
Flats, we were in out, facts, not a Mickey Mouse
Back of the cab or when akh bought the dinger out
Actually been about, yats them are skinning out
Wap tryna slap from the back, tryna dig it out

'Member them boy try spin it in, bro
Then he backed it out, man had to spin it and go
Pull up with my ones, we all got ice on
Jackson 5 cah my nigga all froze
Fuck them, I don't need punks to rate me
When Tally′s here, man, better run for safety
When I answer my phone call me Armz Korleone
I just picked up another 100 kg
Said that you trap, now you been jerked

He said what got the drop, so he popped it reverse
Running in the house, man looking for the re
Don′t mind them, man are just doing research
They say they're on demon time
Got me like Jesus Christ
Psalms 23 before I leave out
Sometimes I have to read it twice
These men are talking about heat seekers
They′ve only ever seek advice
Don't ask how I sleep at night


I′m nocturnal, seek and find
These man are cappers and liars
I'm fed up of having to decode bars
′Cause man wan send out a bag of endires
I just pause and reload half
Troy, killies are damage empires
Chaka Demus, I do damage with Pliers
I was in the field, even when injured, like the manager's bias (goddamn)

I don't wanna fight, I′m cool, why the fuck you forcing the punch?
I′ve been analysing these fools, and they're not talking to us
Strategise, that′s cool, but I'll do all the above
All that talk about chef, I′m Gordon Ramsay, I'll corn ′em for lunch
And let's be real, you probably think, "No, he won't"
The background check says, "Yes, he will"
There ain′t a rapper in this game, here that me and the mandem pretend we feel
For real, when people are saying, "Most rappers are fake"
Trust me, it don′t offend me still (sorcerer)

They offered me two, they should've said five mill′
If the trap didn't make me a star, I knew that the mic will
Daily thoughts, I spent two grand on these navy shorts
Don′t open the Mercedes doors, these trainers ain't from JD Sports
I used to get mark two and one, but I never went uni′
Don't lose your temper, it's not my fault that your gyal wan do me
Wood in her mouth, I′m good in the North, I′m good in the South

Wrong place to be looking for clout, don't make that iPhone get you put in the cloud
Never came with ID, my chain on shiny, they hate and eye me
A pagan try me, send a man ′round there, waiting quietly
Take trips nightly, make it priority
The one that's riding, he ain′t on IG
Hands off, can't let the jakes indict me
Or makes snakes bite me, these fakes ain′t like me
Can't take it lightly, got rage inside me