Meridian Dan, President T - Illuminati Ting Mason Yeah lyrics

Big up Bossman
The bing, they want to send man there
You can never send man there illuminati ting

I see a lot of man try move with bottle
It's a bottle of cheap red wine
Man better watch what they do with the bottle
Have a word, I'm deep in grime
You bust whose head with a champagne bottle?
Can't be a friend of mine
I know serious man that ride
You talk like a badboy, tough online
I know about he that can't cook burgers
I don't ever talk about murders
I don't want to hear about country
What do you know about Oxford Circus?
Strong heart kid, manna got murmur
Wipe man out with a wave like surfers
Do stuff on purpose
Original Dan, ain't nothing like Werthers

I don't wear Hugo Boss
Roll with Paper, you know Boss
See man Major, chat about H
Haven't got a clue, no boss
I roll with the President, them man there
The bing, they want to send man there
You can never send man there
Illuminati Ting Mason yeah

Illuminati Ting Mason yeah
But I don't mean that I listen to tales
What's it going to be?
Drugs, shells or a couple days in Wales?
Nah rudeboy
Spent couple days west of the coast
When I came back to the bit's
Spent couple days
They were like "You're the best of the most"
I said when I stepped into the room
Everyone had a raging pulse
Want to know why? They were like "Who
Let President T on the mic?"
I don't really know, never knew he was a type
Now man want to talk all
Hype but he's on Skype
Must be blazing a pipe

I don't wear Hugo Boss
Roll with Paper, you know Boss
See man Major, chat about H
Haven't got a clue, no boss
I roll with the President, them man there
The bing, they want to send man there
You can never send man there
Illuminati Ting Mason yeah

My man couldn't keep the cat in a bag
They wanna try put man on tag
Didn't find food, fucked with the programme
Took two watches, cashed on my tag
Man moves sideways sometimes
I'm a cancer, don't move like a crab
Best mean ad lib when you say stab
Burst mans head on a concrete slab
Soft like soft-shell crab
Got no heart, no chest, no abs
I got the trophies, stripes and badge
I don't want to hear no jabs
Circled the ends with Pete and Brad
Move like an MP, P's in Jags
See man top of the hill with ads
London name and I look like dad

I don't wear Hugo Boss
Roll with Paper, you know Boss
See man Major, chat about H
Haven't got a clue, no boss
I roll with the President, them man there
The bing, they want to send man there
You can never send man there
Illuminati Ting Mason yeah