Educated Sh__

Yeah Man gave me the full vehicle specification I asked for bars Not AutoTrader, bruv Look

Parking gets hard 'cause the Wrangler's wide? That ain't a flex, you just can't fucking drive TV screens in the seats like Pimp My Ride Twenty years late with the Xzibit vibe

'Jump in the left-hand side' - alright, chauffeur Whole song cars but the bars need MOTs, bruv Speakers bang when you run that line? That's 'cause the sub's doing more than the punchlines

C230 with the spinning rims Man brought '05 back thinking we'd envy him Slammed to the floor, now the sump gets shaved One speed bump and your whole flex caves

Merengue playing while you drive and sing That's the hardest thing that you said in this thing Could've left it there, had a nice little cruise Then you mentioned the wap 'cause you ran out of moves

Snake in your boot? That's Woody cosplay 'Piece longer than usual' - weird thing to say Every eight bars there's a strap getting measured Man writes gun specs like catalogue editors

Shots on the move, eighteen plate But the punchline landed about eight bars late Garden gate, charger fake, stash got lost Sounds less like a gangster, more admin costs

Hooked on the booty, they're calling you captain? Nah, hooked on accessories, catalogue rapping Cutlass strapped with the pirate chat Johnny Depp with a Halfords loyalty app

Rings on fingers, piece on wrist BBS rims cost more than the links Congratulations, financial genius Spent twenty grand making alloys prestigious

Big rims, big chain, big truck, big talk Still three-point-turn when you pull off the lot Cold wrist, cold neck, whole catalogue froze But none of that ice gonna sharpen the flow

Big rims, big chain, big truck, big talk Every verse sounds like a dealership walk You brought the spec sheet, I brought the pen You can customise the car - can't customise talent

'Mr Kick Doors In' - cool nickname Till Ring doorbell catches the whole campaign Raptor claws with the jacked-up frame Another big truck compensating again

Strap kicks back and the fist says morning? Every line's threatening somebody - boring Knife and fork him while he's eating his lunch? You're forcing the violence to finish the punch

Custom plates got you looking important? Personalised reg doesn't make you corporate Custom whip, custom wrap, custom stick Said custom three times then 'suck my dick

That's not a verse, that's a checkout basket Bought every option and forgot the talent Quick little flex then you dust and dip Before the finance company comes for the whip

Half Jamaican, links are cold Then 'sheiks, As-salamu alaykum' - bro You're travelling continents chasing a rhyme Passport bars but they're delayed every time

'Marmalade 'em' 'barber fade 'em Whole rhyme scheme sounds like you generated 'em Pulled up playing JT, Señorita Still looking for a space for the Range two metres

There it is - back to the parking again Ten-grand rims, can't reverse 'em in Alpine subs waking neighbours' kids Only thing you terrorise is the street at six

Violet Porsche with limousine tint Whole life modified, personality stock trim Females calling, you had to decline it? That line needed privacy more than your windows

'Punched in like a calculator Then 'book bound, I'm around the paper Throw two objects in, pray they connect That ain't wordplay, that's an accident report

Black Power Ranger in the Escalade? That one actually bangs - I'll give you your praise Then frostbite fingers and brain-freeze chains Mate, your jewellery sounds medically unsafe

Bleu on the neck and apparently she remembers Probably used half the fucking dispenser One touch and you start the Lexus Next bar straight back to Cuban necklaces

Spaceship but you're far from Mars Correct - you're circling Halfords looking for parts Foot down reckless, marking tar You've described every vehicle except who you are

See, I don't need twenty-inch wheels for presence No spinning centre caps needed for emphasis No freezer aisle hanging off my necklace Still every sixteen lands with interest

You say 'custom' - I customise cadence Switch that pocket mid-line, no patience Keys on the board and the drums stay clipped Sub gets low when the syllables hit

You've got horsepower? Cool, I've got torque in language Every bar turns over - yours needs maintenance You're naming the rims, I'm naming the flaws You're listing the trim, I'm trimming the fat

You're marking the tar, I'm leaving a mark Difference is mine doesn't wash off after dark Custom whip with a custom wrap And a custom plate doesn't customise rap

You spent the whole tune telling us what you drive

I spent mine Taking the engine apart