[Hook: Nas]
Mechanical movement
Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with
Mechanical movement
Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with
Mechanical movement
Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with
Mechanical movement
Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with
[Verse 1: Wretch 32]
Synchronising watches that we never thought we'll buy
Time is of the essence, guess that Roley should be mine
Remember window shopping and that brightening caught my eye
Then I pulled up in the Bentley, spending just to pass the time
I call that super drive, she likes a super guy
She wants a superman, I hope she likes a supersize
It went from barber's to harbours, white linen
From Starburst to starters with white women
Mum said I'm selling my soul, she want Jamelia
I'm a diamond in the dirt, just need cleaning up
When I find someone that works, I end up leaving her
Now she want call me a jerk because me seizing her
It's cool, miss, as long as the Porsche has got a horse kick
I'll take a drive and clear my mind, clean my fortress
They say that eyes don't lie, I've seen a poor chick
Fuck fame and cry wine and make a fortune
Happy days, collar up, I'm like the fons
Got my jacket made Oliver Spencer, I came a long
Way from catching trains, getting lost, now I'm found
Tryna handle fame, I love the highs and fuck the downs
So fly, I put your chick on curfew
Getting sick of her, I swear that bitch got bird flu
Saw me clean up on the net, so she wanted to surf through
Gave her my hard drive, then I had to reverse through
[Hook: Nas]
[Verse 2: Mr Bigz]
I bring the drama like an anarchist, barristers wanna examine this
Lavishness, top analyst, no, I'm the catalyst
The Lazarus of flashiness, I'm the evangelist
Glamorous, [?] arrogance, dinner in Claridge's
Whoa, now take a picture, this is finer taste
[?] is what we're sipping by the fireplace
I'll spend a coin to crack some pepper on your tenderloin
And girl, I'll bet you kiss your fingers when you try the steak
Mwah, c'est magnifique
Je manière, mon chéri, let me grab your seat, huh?
Head to Pally, let me grab a sweet
I'll bet these bitches call me Gary when they've scoured the sneaks, real
Whether they Hilton or Ramada
All you see is bags like we were chilling in Jakarta
Escada or matching Prada, I'm stacking guala
I'm with Lara, a Spanish mama, hasta mañana
Oi, so I'm touring like a night rider
German whip got me balling like I'm Schweinsteiger
My ride's fire and I'm styling the best
Now, what you know about this type of finesse?
I put your chick on curds
Bitch, I'm so fly, I could shit on birds
While I sip on Veuve, yo, we once lacked jobs
Now herself made a toast to the young black gods, amen
[Hook: Nas]
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