Not a baller, not a shutter, not a lawyer,
not a copper, not a hunter, not hoxton tosser
I'm not a lot of things, not priest or a healer,
not chief or a dealer, I'm just
Max
Wheeler
I'm not a lot of things,
I'm not on top of this, I'm not the fucking boss of this, I'm not the
CEO of the
Canary
Wharf offices
Not a lot of things, yeah you gotta grin,
I don't rock a lot of bling, in fact mate, not a thing
Don't wanna get throttled for a copper ring and dropped in a bottle bin,
it's harsh like a shot of gin
How you gonna stop a thing,
short of blood offering, big up
Northern
Property, got a lot of kin
I just do this for dude
who's cruise shit
Couldn't get a gig if they
were trapped on a cruise ship
Still choose to do the music
Cause we've all been there
and that's some true shit
No I'm not about playing the fuck brick
I'm letting the pub drink,
what the old boys in the pub sink
Singing old songs that some sing
at the bottom of the bottle
When they're looking for something
Man I feel like a lot playing catch up
And when that's up for grabs
then they can act up
My
MP bang so back up
I got a big bag of bangers all patched up
Fuck
Sunday mornings getting patched up
So when I'm tanked up,
I try and keep the trap shut
Now my eyes on the match -up, mind on the prize,
cause I need to see our cash up
I'm not looking for a pat on the back,
I'm looking for one of your
CDs having
Pat on the back
But all the little things stressing me out,
I throw these words and these letters about without a doubt
You seen
Pat rappin'? I don't know about that
You seen
Max rappin'? I don't know about that
You see
Dirty
Diggaz say they're heavy on the track,
is that a fact? I don't know about that
You seen
Pat rappin'? I don't know about that
You seen
Max rappin'? I don't know about that
You see
Dirty
Diggaz say they're heavy on the track,
is that a fact? I don't know about that
It's like everybody wanna be the
G
But I don't really feel the need to be the
G
So let it be
Everybody wanna be the
grand hierogidist
But they don't seem to be
to me at least
Everybody want the ring and the
Porsche
The big thing and the sauce
Saying king of the north
And I'm grinning of course
Cause that's really not me
It's like
Duke of
Edmonton maybe
Lord
Halifax napping in the bedroom
Banging out the beats with
the mixed reception
I don't know about
Max man
Always banging on
about facts and the raps
And getting laughed at
That's that lunatic
It don't matter what tune you pick
He tries to move the room to it
And I assume the shit's all made up
Cause I seen him fucked up last
Thursday at the
Trades
Club
And I don't know about him
going on sober
Bougied out with the
jammies and soda
Saying how the drink could
have been colder
But it's all peace cause
he's abstract now
And I don't know about that part either
I mean either
Some fat geezer at the freezer
He can't speak up about
the street stuff
He's got his feet up
Yeah I knew him from school
and he was puss then
When he was up in the
line then I pushed in
And I pushed him
And I was sure back then that he'd
end up pushing pens
And what then,
you don't roll how the man do
And I ain't seen him on channel you, all
good for you I'm not playing your
dancing monkey, I'm not
after your money I'm not doing
this for queen or country
Weed or munchies, don't get comfy
Cause man stay hungry,
don't get touchy
Cause the drums still crunchy
A lot of people ain't spending
the time
When you're penning your rhyme,
it's always nested and inspired
Just stop it
Cause the dope line from
you is like getting
diamonds from dog shit
You seen
Pac rapping?
I don't know about that
You seen
Max rapping?
I don't know about that
You see
Dirty
Diggaz say they're heavy on the track
Is that a fact? I don't know about that
You seen
Pat rappin'? I don't know about that
You seen
Max rappin'? I don't know about that
You see
Dirty
Diggaz say they're heavy on the track
Is that a fact? I don't know about that
Plans have fallen through,
but we still make tunes
And perform them too,
before we swarm the food
Who you form will do, like you're all my crew
I love all of you
Yeah I came in the game with
a song in my heart
Now you make me have to pick it apart,
making a start
Man's taking a different route,
playing a different route
Not clutching with the in -crowd,
licking their boots
Going on like a gangster and
still not selling shit
Saying you don't smoke but
do like the smell of it
Trying to say that this
here beats delicate
Yeah, whatever,
I don't know about that
Yes, most usefully,
you can't do to me shit
Cause truthfully, this ain't new to me
Don't screw with me,
there's no use you see
I know that soon you'll see
I spit fruitfully
Have seen
Pat rappin'? I don't know about that
Have you seen
Max rappin'? I don't know about that
Have you seen
Dirty
Diggaz say they're heavy on the track?
Is that a fact? I don't know about that
Have you seen
Pat rappin'? I don't know about that
Have you seen
Max rappin'? I don't know about that
You see dirty diggers say
they're heavy on the tracks
Is that a fact? I don't know about that
And if you don't know
This is to let you know
Dirty diggers
Yeah
