"The Secret Track" lyrics
Here we go
He's back
Since 1989, I've been making these rhymes
Rapping senseless lyrics and saying that it's grime
I pull up on the mic, they shit themselves in sight
So hard that their assholes start producing bits of spine
It's Stefan, he's back, spittin' on a track
Saliva pouring out his gob, the gang calls him a tap
Here he goes, committin' to this flow
Stickin' to a rhythm and seeing where it goes (Oh, oh)
He's out of lyrics
He's back again
They're excited, they're looking
Stefan James Donald John-ald Abingdon
Can't say his own name, 'cause he's so famous
Why would that make sense? 'Cause he wears trainers
He's wearin' Vans
Everyone is, everyone's wearing Vans
Neds and chavs (Neds), neds
Showing his age with the slang, twenty-nine
Don't say it out loud, he's thirty in January
Where'd the time go?
Cereal, it's cereal
The nutty sort, it's cereal
Lactose-free milk, times have changed
He's been out all night and getting dizzy spells again
He went to Boots, they checked his eyes
They said that he was okay
And then he gave him eye-drops
His pupils, dilated
They tried to sell him glasses
But he couldn't see the glasses, 'cause his pupils were dilated
The rhymes are gone, the rhymes are gone
He's just telling stories, in rhythm to the song
Walter White, diagnosed with a bad disease
Start cooking meth, provide for his family
He started out with good intentions
And it all fucked up
Met Jesse Pinkman, played by Aaron Paul (Paul)
Fast & Furious (Fast & Furious)
Did he— Was he in that?
No, ha-ha
Alright, I got a story for ya
Last night, I was hungry
I ordered a burger
There was just bread, and no fucking burger
I called Deliveroo
And they said, "We're not giving you discounts"
And I said, "What the fuck?"
And they said, "We'll give you credit"
And I said, "That's not good enough, 'cause you've wasted my time
I'm now fucking late for my friend's birthday
At, um, a club night in London" (Alright, woo!)
Pure fire, thank you! (Fire, fire!)
Boom
We can't rap or freestyle quite yet
That's why we made the chorus hard to forget
We can't rap, and our freestyle is wack (Fuck me)
But what do you expect from the secret track? (Part three)
Yeah
Part three
Guess who back, it's Winnie The Dru
Coming back from part two
It's true, I'm here to abuse the mic
Keep it light, when I rhyme, it's tight
Think I used that line last time, right?
I got red-eye, I'm not high, don't sigh
I swear it's the pollen, hay fever's a bitch
Causing an itch, and that's it
Okay, ah, here we go
We are The Midnight Beast
It's time for a midnight feast (Yeah)
Never heard that one before, keep it original, mate
'Cause you can't elate, in the day
There's lots of things in the room to look at for inspiration
There's toys and Lego
I like Lego, let's have a go, on your leg-o
Fuckin' hell, this is hard, no
Okay, here we go
And there's— There's nothing
There's nothing good in this (Yes, there is)
I want to be a race-car driver, for a fiver
Because that's all the money that I got
And it's quite an expensive sport
To get a really good report, you've gotta set a good f— lap time
And that's fine, if you got the pace
Can't see me without a trace (Straight fire)
In ten years time, probably come in 'round Stef's
To do "Secret Track Part 5"
'Cause we're in this for the long run
'Cause it's kinda fun, not dumb
Your mum's... dumb
We can't rap or freestyle quite yet
That's why we made the chorus hard to forget
We can't rap, and our freestyle is wack (Fuck me)
But what do you expect from the secret track? (Part three)
Oh, we're starting with silence
This is the secret track
This is a secret track
This is a secret track
This is a secret track
Gucci slides, Gucci slides, Gucci slides
I just went and bought a new wife
Spent ten rocks on a new knife
Oh! Smell my balls, lick my dick
Smell my dick, it's hard as wood
Hit my ass, really fast
Make me happy, boys
Happy, happy, nose like Dappy
My hares are eating crappy
That's what I've written!
I've got some other bits, okay
Got to get high
I've got to get high
I need to get hig—
Poppin' pills lately
Xanax, Es, Nurofen, daily
A—, a-a—, a-a-aily
A Nike hat, Nike's fat, Nike's crap (Skeet!)
Yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah, oh yeah
I just got a dog, it keeps me up all night
Turn off the lights, please
Black on black on black on black
Vas' me all over, roll me over in a clover
I'm here until it's over
Here we go
Taking pictures of my mum
She looks really nice in that dress
Darth Vader, where you at? (Where you at? Where you at?)
Darth (Darth), Vader (Vader), where you at?
You're lookin' real nice in that helmet
My name is Lil Ash, flash me that cash
Flash me that punani
Nice and wet, nice and wet
I got a wet mouth, I got a wet crotch
Got a wet foot (Oh)
Dru got married the other day
He is looking kind of cool in his new Ra—
Ha-ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha
Should I go for a dance break?
Should I just go for a dance break?
Don't take that left (Left)
Don't take that right (Right)
That right is not right (Right)
It leads you down the wrong path
The wrong path is not the right path
This isn't a rap, there is no rapping here
We can't rap or freestyle quite yet
That's why we made the chorus hard to forget
We can't rap, and our freestyle is wack (Fuck me!)
But what do you expect from the secret track? (Part three!)
He's back
Since 1989, I've been making these rhymes
Rapping senseless lyrics and saying that it's grime
I pull up on the mic, they shit themselves in sight
So hard that their assholes start producing bits of spine
It's Stefan, he's back, spittin' on a track
Saliva pouring out his gob, the gang calls him a tap
Here he goes, committin' to this flow
Stickin' to a rhythm and seeing where it goes (Oh, oh)
He's out of lyrics
He's back again
They're excited, they're looking
Stefan James Donald John-ald Abingdon
Can't say his own name, 'cause he's so famous
Why would that make sense? 'Cause he wears trainers
He's wearin' Vans
Everyone is, everyone's wearing Vans
Neds and chavs (Neds), neds
Showing his age with the slang, twenty-nine
Don't say it out loud, he's thirty in January
Where'd the time go?
Cereal, it's cereal
The nutty sort, it's cereal
Lactose-free milk, times have changed
He's been out all night and getting dizzy spells again
He went to Boots, they checked his eyes
They said that he was okay
And then he gave him eye-drops
His pupils, dilated
They tried to sell him glasses
But he couldn't see the glasses, 'cause his pupils were dilated
The rhymes are gone, the rhymes are gone
He's just telling stories, in rhythm to the song
Walter White, diagnosed with a bad disease
Start cooking meth, provide for his family
He started out with good intentions
And it all fucked up
Met Jesse Pinkman, played by Aaron Paul (Paul)
Fast & Furious (Fast & Furious)
Did he— Was he in that?
No, ha-ha
Alright, I got a story for ya
Last night, I was hungry
I ordered a burger
There was just bread, and no fucking burger
I called Deliveroo
And they said, "We're not giving you discounts"
And I said, "What the fuck?"
And they said, "We'll give you credit"
And I said, "That's not good enough, 'cause you've wasted my time
I'm now fucking late for my friend's birthday
At, um, a club night in London" (Alright, woo!)
Pure fire, thank you! (Fire, fire!)
Boom
We can't rap or freestyle quite yet
That's why we made the chorus hard to forget
We can't rap, and our freestyle is wack (Fuck me)
But what do you expect from the secret track? (Part three)
Yeah
Part three
Guess who back, it's Winnie The Dru
Coming back from part two
It's true, I'm here to abuse the mic
Keep it light, when I rhyme, it's tight
Think I used that line last time, right?
I got red-eye, I'm not high, don't sigh
I swear it's the pollen, hay fever's a bitch
Causing an itch, and that's it
Okay, ah, here we go
We are The Midnight Beast
It's time for a midnight feast (Yeah)
Never heard that one before, keep it original, mate
'Cause you can't elate, in the day
There's lots of things in the room to look at for inspiration
There's toys and Lego
I like Lego, let's have a go, on your leg-o
Fuckin' hell, this is hard, no
Okay, here we go
And there's— There's nothing
There's nothing good in this (Yes, there is)
I want to be a race-car driver, for a fiver
Because that's all the money that I got
And it's quite an expensive sport
To get a really good report, you've gotta set a good f— lap time
And that's fine, if you got the pace
Can't see me without a trace (Straight fire)
In ten years time, probably come in 'round Stef's
To do "Secret Track Part 5"
'Cause we're in this for the long run
'Cause it's kinda fun, not dumb
Your mum's... dumb
We can't rap or freestyle quite yet
That's why we made the chorus hard to forget
We can't rap, and our freestyle is wack (Fuck me)
But what do you expect from the secret track? (Part three)
Oh, we're starting with silence
This is the secret track
This is a secret track
This is a secret track
This is a secret track
Gucci slides, Gucci slides, Gucci slides
I just went and bought a new wife
Spent ten rocks on a new knife
Oh! Smell my balls, lick my dick
Smell my dick, it's hard as wood
Hit my ass, really fast
Make me happy, boys
Happy, happy, nose like Dappy
My hares are eating crappy
That's what I've written!
I've got some other bits, okay
Got to get high
I've got to get high
I need to get hig—
Poppin' pills lately
Xanax, Es, Nurofen, daily
A—, a-a—, a-a-aily
A Nike hat, Nike's fat, Nike's crap (Skeet!)
Yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah, oh yeah
I just got a dog, it keeps me up all night
Turn off the lights, please
Black on black on black on black
Vas' me all over, roll me over in a clover
I'm here until it's over
Here we go
Taking pictures of my mum
She looks really nice in that dress
Darth Vader, where you at? (Where you at? Where you at?)
Darth (Darth), Vader (Vader), where you at?
You're lookin' real nice in that helmet
My name is Lil Ash, flash me that cash
Flash me that punani
Nice and wet, nice and wet
I got a wet mouth, I got a wet crotch
Got a wet foot (Oh)
Dru got married the other day
He is looking kind of cool in his new Ra—
Ha-ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha
Should I go for a dance break?
Should I just go for a dance break?
Don't take that left (Left)
Don't take that right (Right)
That right is not right (Right)
It leads you down the wrong path
The wrong path is not the right path
This isn't a rap, there is no rapping here
We can't rap or freestyle quite yet
That's why we made the chorus hard to forget
We can't rap, and our freestyle is wack (Fuck me!)
But what do you expect from the secret track? (Part three!)
