You need me man,
I don't need you You need me man,
I don't need you
It's all you need me man I sing about my own tune and about my own
good self I need another word,
Smith to make my tune
self Put yourself a single back, just bluffing
Names on the credits and you didn't write nothing
I sing fast and know that all my *'s cool
I will blast and I didn't go to Brit school
It came fast with the way I act right I
can't last if I'm smoking on a crack right
And I won't be a product of my strong
And my mind will always be stronger
I write my songs,
I never believe the bullshit that fake guys do to ya
But you read the stories that you hear on Wikipedia
And musically I'm demonstrating And when I'm up on the bar,
I feel like I'm meditating
Times at the Enterprise when some fella told me
You can't sing about it like a Gabby Ella tune
You need me man,
I don't need you You need me man,
I don't need you
You need me man,
I don't need you It's all you need me man,
I don't need you
You need me man,
I don't need you You need me man,
I don't need you
You need me man,
I don't need you It's all you need me man
Cause with the lyrics I be aiming and firing
Can't stop till my name's in lights
At Stadium Heights with Damien Rice
A red top,
now an Arabian knife When I was young
my little brother used to give me advice
Long nights,
short height and I gone hyper Never
beat anything but I sing a song right
Yeah,
the game's over but now I'm on a new level Wish
I was stepping on the track without a loop pedal
People think that I'm bound to blow
up Run around about a thousand shows
But I haven't got a house plus I live on a couch
So you believe the lyrics and I'm singing them out
Well,
from day one I've been prepared For V05 wax on my ginger hair
So now I'm back to the show for giving
a dose Of what the future holds,
it's just another day
So sing!
You need me man,
I don't need you You need me man,
I don't need you
You need me man,
I don't need you You need me man,
I don't need you
You need me man,
I don't need you You need me man,
I don't need you
I've still got a rucksack full of old
clothes I've rapped with the cold flows
I'm back with the most jokes and facts you don't know
Tracks to throw blows in with my punchlines relevant
You can't keep up,
you're getting on your cellophane map
Flows developing, skin lacks the merit
Give me a shot of adrenaline and I get it in
Live it for the hell of it,
cos ever since I hit the mainstream
With the A-Team I seem to celebrate,
I look for hell,
we back with the women
Back as the image, putting the content
I'm sorted back as a gimmick, the fact is this
I'll end up dating axes,
wake up and dirty matches
I think I need to practice this
But to make * happen, call me a laxative
Walls on my shoulders,
I don't even know where Atlas is
Hard bars sharp like a cactus is
Back to rapping,
back to back as I've been practising
I'm about to sing this,
yes,
you need me man,
I don't need you
Everybody go
Oh oh oh
I'm a pretty basic and I'll be breaking into other people's tunes
When I chase it,
replace it with an elephant in the room
With a face into another rapper's shoes
There's a new lace,
I'm selling CDs from my rucksack
Aiming for the papers,
selling CDs from my rucksack
Aiming for the majors nationwide so we're just shaggers
Did it to get the bus back,
clean cut kid without a razor
For the moustache I hit back
when the pen hurts me
I'm still a choir boy in a ventured sea
I'm still the same as a year ago
But more people hear me though according
to the MySpace and YouTube video
Doing shows, if I'm not I'm in the studio
Truly broke, never growing up, call me Rufio
Melody music maker,
reading all the papers They say I'm up
and coming like I'm * in an elevator
You leave me man, I don't need you
It's all you need, they say this black
You leave me man, I don't need you
You leave me man, I don't need you
You leave me man, I don't need you
It's all you need, they say I don't need you