Unknown P: Fire in the Booth

Get into my drilly meditation

(Wow) Drill Gods be with me

I should probably say shout out to my friends in prison, shouldn't I?

Shout out to Martin and Tabitha

Currently in the pen for tax evasion

Free my jiggas

Mad, mmm

Riding 'round in a Rover

If I see opps then it's over

I'll send man straight to Jahova when I take shots like M. Sharapova

Doing up Tennis

Call man Dennis, I'm a menace

Doing up olives in Venice

Big man ting, I'm bigger than Ben is

Stop it

Otherwise Unknown P might bash man's head straight down like a Bop It

So make like a Freddo and hop it

Your girl is 4 foot 4 and got bare hair on her toes like a hobbit

If I see her in the club then I'm doing up AJ the way that I weave and bob it

And I'm not from Homerton, not from Hackney

So I never go East 'cause bare man try spot P like acne

I'm from Surrey where me and the mandem always go hunting

And the gyaldem are thick like Theresa May on a real big bum ting

Nineteen hunna on the new rusty, had a gap year in Kenya

Came back with the feet so dusty

Still waking up to geese in country

And I never have porridge at nan's because it's oh, so lumpy

And if opps wanna throw some hands then I just draw for the pumpy

Look at me, I'm Unknown T, I've got braids and a deep voice

I wanna bend my back and then dig it, I really hurt my knee joints

Got a song called "Throwback," but my girl got no back, mmm

And if you wanna talk Unknowns then you better talk P, just know that

Do another explosion

See a goose and I smack it

Whack, whack, pull up, skrrt, feathers

Bang, poor thing gets made to a jacket

Get the camera out and then pap it

When it comes to the shank, all my brothers know how to back it

Got a ten out of ten out of ten, now that's a hat trick

Listen

Unknown P, 5 foot 3, posh drill rapper MC

Bare MC wanna pull up on me, but I live in Brockley, SE23

Shake a man's hand like Paul Hollywood

Mary was younger then I probably would

Bare MC's say their life is a movie, Unknown P says it's more Nollywood

Cooking up in the AGA

Got new wellies, Balenciaga

Park my yacht inside the harbor

Blue or white, would you rather?

Same ish, different day

Same hits, different Ye

Unknown P didn't come to play

Here's what the posh boy has to say

I was raised in Surrey

Where mandem were never in court 'less they were doing backhands like Murray

Yeah, Unknown P, I'm a posh boy

Not Ashley, but I am a top boy

Been doing this ting since birth, that's right, I was doing ten toes in the cot, boy

And even as a yute in nursery, I had opps in the boot of the Mercy

And if I let them go and showed mercy, had a man gave me thanks just like turkey

Mmm

Now I make hits like conkers

Get dizzy on stage when the crowds going bonkers

Girls say, "P man, I want ya"

Want a sweet one like the one in Willy Wonka

My girl got a peng face

Your girl need to cover up just like Kwengface

Big man, M Huncho, raised in the country, never been cunch, though

Boasty, bars on power, looking all ghosty

If you ever mess with me and the broski

Make short work of a man like Loski

Bad manners

You were raised in estate, you man never had manors

And I don't bust guns 'cause why bust guns when I got trust funds

Two gloves and a flat cap, about ten G's in a backpack

The world is an oyster, so is your nan

'Cause Percy would certainly tap that

Give me a little bit of something for that

Roll safe

More money on my scarf than in your whole safe

Eyebrows so big they take up my whole face

But when I smile, my teeth, they go the whole way

Big Shaq

I got the white Air Force, the ladies dig that

They call me Wes Nelson on my Instagram

But I know it's only 'cause they're thinking 'bout my sixpack

Mmm, let's do some quick maths

Unknown P minus talent equals a Big Shaq

You're a Big Mac and I'm an Eton Mess

I'm an Eton Mess and RS is just heating meth

Yes, he dresses like a druggy

I got the leather gloves on 'cause I'm feeling rather thuggy

I dress my girl in Prada and you dress your girl in Uggies

I shack you on the beat and Big Shaq is still tryna Dougie

Man's not hot, man don't dance

Man's not a rapper, man's no chance

Man's not big and man's not cool

Man never studied Latin in a private school

Man's not posh, man's not bougie

Man said he's married, married to Snoochie

Married to you, but attracted to me

At least that's what she said when we were shopping for Gucci

Did you see what I done?

Looks like a black boy, raps like a white one

Mmm, don't be fooled by the cap

I will snap a man's back like a twelve pack of Snack-A-Jacks

MC's done out here

By a middle class lad just having fun out here

Mmm, Unknown P and I'm taking pole position

Disagree with the decision and bugger off opposition