[Verse: Suffa]
A gentleman caller, come to settle the bill
A veteran, stepping in with a set off incredible skills
Revitalised, heads are moving back, forth, side to side
Like bobble-head Jesus on the dashboard, I’m rhyming like
There’s dynamite inside the mic, kill the chat
I’m riding like a Silverback on a tiny bike; alright I’m like
Awkward, dangerous, don't talk to strangers
Don’t court the brainless, don’t war with neighbours
We decent humans, no f*cking about
You try speak the truth and throw up in your mouth
Lies are poison, and these cats are carriers, ad men
But I’m like Harry Allen; I’m a media assassin
I ain’t been infected by a carrier yet
Suffa’s not a puppet, f*ck a marionette
Yep, so I’ma play the back of this mess
Till they start paying these rappers with reality cheques, check
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