Wretch 32, Chip - It’s Over (Drop the World) lyrics

I've got eyes in my back and in my front
So I see where I'm going and
Keep eyes on you punks
If your career's dead, I could bring it back
I resurrect people, ask
I owe not a thing, paid all my debts
It's only broke boys that
Don't pay me respect
And all these fuckboys are hating
It's a bloody good ting
Say I never come from ratings
Yeah, I've got my back against the ropes
Their favourite MC's probably broke
Priorities in check, I'm on a roll
I don't wanna be the guy that
When I die they all cry
Listening to my shit like "damn he was cold
He had lyrics, he had flows
Kinda fucked he never sold
Damn, shoulda at least sold his soul"
Damn, it's like, I'm just playing with you
But when my second album
Drops it's game over
I'mma take the king, the piss and then over
Back plays Chip back on everybody's shoulder
Call me half, you're two and I'm one over
I'm taking over, over, over
When we rain down like showers
Please don't make me have to test my powers
Taking over

That Mr Universe flowing
I've got them fluent words
Zoning, I hit the studes to work
Focused like I can move the Earth kill it
Right? Like when they dim your lights
I've been popping eyes
Now it's time to get my spinach right
Give it time, they told me
I gave away my Roley
Jewellery means nothing because it
Never holds me
Just knowing I can speak for days
The feeling's irreplaceable like
Jigga's dame i'll hit the stake
Keep the flow sharper than sixty blades
Rip away literally, RIP
Whose time is it? They're saying
That it's half past me half passed out
When I pass through like stars do
Double decker flow, just say I buss past you
The world is my oyster, I'm a business
I'll employ ya, Wretchroboys got your boy up
Fuck, so I'm running from the tax man
Effort they can fax man
They can die fighting for my
Cheese on the rat trap
While I've got my backpack
Full of lyrical ammunition like "bap bap"
Yeah, me and Chippy do it for the fun of it
You ain't got a talent
You're just juggling, ah