Rules to the Game (feat. Trainspotters)

you know the rules to the game, i spit the truth in your face
 i've got a wild style, live from the booth to the stage, hey...
 it's odd goons on the breaks, like you got somethin stupid to say
 fools get out of my way... i'm
 deep in the game but it's broke 'innit, still dope in it
 break it down with rhyme like you're supposed with it
 flow sickness, i'm a pro with it, go get it...
 if you got a train mayne, let the BROs kill it
 raptionalitys don't matter, it has to bang
 stomp the verse and look cool back up at the hill, my afterbang
 classic slang. over instrumentals, well-done 'em
 got a couple 1210s and that 1200.
 sp 950, plus slickest rap
 cut the trick and track like fresh meat. kickin back
 shell-exxon-nestle, evil shit
 gotta stay stress free, you feelin it
 i've got a 50-60 kilo chick
 milo tip, legit, slice her up on my emo shit
 when i eat her mayne it's sweeter than sum swedish fish
 ...you know the candy not the actual swedish fish
 yiiesh... that would be your bitch, isn't it
 ts live, two stars, michelin guide, glisterin
 if you're listenin, stickers more than all of you
 combined got rhymes, territorial pissinins'
 yeah. spring when the birds fly though
 short skirts, all love for the first try krew
 rap work out dude, straight merk out loops
 first high school, fly like the birds eye view
 ...still got bars in a double bundle
 i stay humble in person, but on the verses i'm trouble, buddy
 still hungry like the ink says, RB quick
 to stick dick in daddy's little princess
 makin bowser fall down like the endin'
 get the money, grab the girl, run, an just send it
 tremendous, keep spittin like i'm in a cypher
 no biters allowed, just beatbox an a lighter
 writer with markers, tight rhymes live in the park an
 vinyls are fire, sparkin, igniting the arson
 that's it. lemme hear it, do a replay
 at least i've got every mothafuckin cliche...
 it's been dun