President T - Body of Work lyrics

Came through with pearls, no harbour
New whip, fresh trim, no barber
Covered in armour
Still we're united,  President T not Obama
I had a dream last night that
I couldn't get over
I was on a jet stop over, still on my watch
But it weren't over my shoulder
Man want to act all hot, family
I ain't never been no colder
Take me back 10 years -
Don't look one day older
Prez is calm, yeah, Tony's a holder
Big and bad, ebola
You will see whip and chain
Before you take my whip and
Tottenham, Tottenham, calling my name
I don't wanna turn man's carpet red
Hall of fame king of war, yes I became
Man's an informer
These pussyhole's won't give me the blame
"I'm gonna bring that mad
Man back into grime" these man are gassed
When I'm just passing time
Man's gonna die and still ain't
Got to their prime can't have my back
When you man are back of the line
I bring food to the table - wine and dine
You don't wanna see man's rambo shine
Yeah I'm the best at rap in all mankind
When you hear me
Tingle straight to your spine

Body of work, body of work
All these bodies, can't see work
Come to my bit's and lurk
You will get that work
Body of work, body of work
All these bodies, can't see work
Come to my bit's and lurk
You will get that work

Walk in the room, nah
These times man can't walk in my shoes
Do it for the paper, do it for the views
King of rap or grime? How can I choose?
Send me the wonga, pay my dues
You was at Butlins, I was in a Blues
Test Prez T? I said
Test Prez T? Put your face in the news!
Too many members, not enough crews
Too many members, not enough men
Got straps that are bigger than Ben?
Tell them again!
Me and these MC guys ain't size what?
Me and these MC guys ain't friends
Mention my name, better say amen
Shout to my bredrins, 8 to a 10

Body of work, body of work
All these bodies, can't see work
Come to my bit's and lurk
You will get that work
Body of work, body of work
All these bodies, can't see work
Come to my bit's and lurk
You will get that work

Yeah, body of work, body of work
You pussyholes!

Hell to the haters, hell to the fakes
Dare you to come to my gates
You will see garden rakes
Blood, sweat, tears, that's what it takes
Trust me
Won't see any snakes when badman awakes
What? This one comes like Usain Bolt on crud
What you joining Bloodline for?
You pussyholes ain't blood
Stuck in the mud, how can you make it reign?
When I come around, heads will flood
Yeah that's cool, heads will turn
Don't tell your parents that man rap
Might not see a man earn
Let's watch the pagans burn
Fam you're a streak of piss - yeah
That's right andre's fam, not mine
I was in country working a line
I hold the pumpy, man's not lying
Body of work, I will cosign
Body of work, body of broken bones
Got rid of all my sticks
But carried on moving stones
Talk about Prez, see me in the flesh
Changing tones i will crush man like cones
Even a man that's blind can see
That I'm from the zones
Had the connection, before the phones
Had the collection, it was all chrome
Body of work, body of work
Come to my bit's and lurk - streets of grime!

Body of work, body of work
All these bodies, can't see work
Come to my bit's and lurk
You will get that work
Body of work, body of work
All these bodies, can't see work
Come to my bit's and lurk
You will get that work