out in this town of London, i feel it in my veins
im a lodge my lyrics thru ur ears, inside ur brains
u claim to be suttin new, nah mate u all the same
u say u out to rep yer endz, but blad it's all for fame
and even after couple of traks, we forget ur name
u sign up with reebok so they can promote ya reign
but bullshit to that, i aint in to follow no type of lame
cuz u say one thing, but dont act as u do claim
my name be Soni to the K, and i'm hotter than the core
u wanna find the true hip hop, sonny i'm the ore
the most meaningful ingrediant, so be obediant to ya king
i hold mcs as puppets, got the stiks on their legs as a string
and rich white boys in pimpd rides get back handed easy
u daireley, ba-ba baby bell...wigger u cheesy
i aint in it as a sleezy, nah and i ent dealt snow like jeezy
but hold up hu the fuk sed these mcs who freeze me?
i'm just too pleasing, got the rhymes that be teasing
tickle microphones till they gaspin for breath, the reason
be that im the hottest here, ent no need to make the balance even
cuz i do tip the scale, heavy weight metaphorically knock out mcs
the reason for envy, so stik to where ur men be
cuz i assure, no time soon, but soon enough i will be famous
u still gonna be nameless
and i'm a bring uk rap up, like the first brown rapper to make it
hey u may be laughin, but hu wuda thort couple yers Eminem who take it?
and people who's average, lyk to dispute...but proffesionals never refuse
so put ya money where your mouth is, nope u only producing coins
if u ever beat me in a battle, u were lucky or it was foiled