Album Cover Angel In The Marble

Angel In The Marble

STORMZY

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We still get the work in large amounts

There′s suttin' comin′ that I can't announce

You know the food taste goodWhen you're starin′ at a menu that you can′t pronounce

This winter white truff' will cost me half an ounce

Home-wrecker flows, it′s guaranteed to make your partner bounce

It's a horror up in our accounts

Why′s your money froze?

Was runnin' O′s, that's how we started out

I saw the angel in the marble and I carved it out

Now look at me

Chiselled like da Vinci reappeared in '93

I found my inner Preston, and I went and set ′em free

Now we the black Beatles, let it be (woo)

I′m from South London, where them boys die by the hundreds

No-one taught us how to mourn, so we go print 'em on our jumpers

Back when Mega had the TT hood dreams

Didn′t even know what it was called, but it looked clean

Used to wear the suede Wallabee's ′til my foot leaned

Fifty-inch telly, courtesy of my bouj fiend

You can pay me in electronic devices

Stormz' ain′t nice, but he's the nicest

Even back when I was selling, Miley Cyrus

Put a premium on my prices

Sick like a virus

Ah, don't make me do it like my stylist

I hear top boy talk, from a bunch of quarter-finalists

Real nigga, living through a bitch nigga crisis

Yeah I grew up in the jungle

On the grid with Martin Brundle

My hairline′s the only thing that keeps a nigga humble

God knew what he was doing when he made me

Unforgettable, just check the swag, I′m on my Swae Lee

I told Jermaine, I could be the Kung-Fu Kenny to your day 3

Just be the tie-tie to my Jay Z

Dey pree, dey pree

I get Lizzy, and I stay flee

These new niggas lit, but they just ain't me (tsk)

Ah, I skrr through it like I′m Sir Lewis

You nerds had it, but you nerds blew it

So I just got to it

They take shots but I bop tru' it

I dodge through it, like I′m Rod Stewart

If you want my body, and you think I'm sexy

The flow′s crystal meth, let me flip it like I'm Jesse

I control it like I'm Walter White

Tell my mum-in-law, I′ll treat her daughter right

She don′t half the rent or ever sort a flight

I love her up and hold her tight

Mwah, mwah, mwah, give me kiss

Pretty little miss, I tell her what it is

Babe, I take you shopping, even though I take the piss

I'm only joking, girl, I′m silly like this kettle on my wrist

Watch dumb, car dumb

Crib's dumb, soon done

If my money spoke, he′ll say, "Fee-fi-fo-fum"

I hit homeruns

No smoke, no guns

No smoke, must be puns

I'm still good in both lungs

It′s the calm before the storm

I'll go Bulgari' for my jawn

Half-a-mill′ on jackets that I′ve hardly ever worn

Better check the fee, before you ask me to perform

July 26th, that's the day a star was born

It′s the arena-packer

Way back when I used to pree Natasha

Ask Fatz, yeah, I been a masher

They wanna race, but I'm Dina Asher

I bring a whole leap of passa

The flow′s from God but the—

It's big Mikey, but I′m more Spinelli

She got the Evelyn, I prefer the Kelly

I got the Oak, but I prefer the skelly

Well done, girl, you hit the belly

I gotta tone it down on Graham Norton

All this swag can't fit on telly

I skrr around on my big Pirelli's

Them man are actors, I should give ′em Emmy′s

Them man are washed, hang 'em out to dry

If man are lit, then what the fuck am I?

I must be doing suttin′ right

Hell yeah, fucking right

Heavy kettle but it's suttin′ light

I tell Mel do my button tight

Gotta look clean when I'm getttin′ my award

They wonder how I shine, that's the presence of the lord

They wanna know my scent, nigga, that's Tom Ford

They wanna know the shows, and the places that I′ve toured

They wanna know, "Stormz′, don't you ever get bored?"

Rapping ′bout things that you know we can't afford, ah

It′s big Mike, the one to shed a light

On a rapper's insecurity

I ain′t like you, I need security

I'm too lit and too rich, gotta stay dripped for continuity

The boy's too sick, I need immunity

Them boys are too slow, but I′m Bolt or I′m Shelly-Ann

I fill a rap like a jerrycan

I shoot like a Steadicam

I got kids, but my chick ain't had a belly scan

Look, I′m a father for many man (boy)