Big O yeno & Glitch Kid - Nice with the Spices (feat. Lord Lincoln)

(It's impeccable, it's outstanding
I'm sure it's only a Glitch)

Weak murmurs
Kief burnin, turn an see me smirkin
Uh, nonbelievers need besmirchin
Each verse compared to heat furnace
Swear my speech earnest, flair of rare sea urchin
Look, Thatcherite scum are unique vermin
Delete person, tell Big O speak Persian
Keep searching, more green with glee purchase
Absurd with the words, you can be certain
Ayo, Yankee cap on the grey matter
Lame rappers hear Glitch an their brains splatter
Twist jabbas, gimme gimme, I sing ABBA (smoke)
Kill adders, vipers, an evict flappers
Lad, out of control with the gin swig
Hard not to kill kids, full time job not to kill kids
Spill shit, spit quick, Glitch is
Sick with the wit, you wet gimps get dismissed

Uh, yeno the flavour priceless
Gettin quite nice with the spices
Got your taste buds in crisis
Gettin quite nice with the spices
Yeah, a little bit of advice is
Please put down your electronic devices
Got your taste buds in crisis
Gettin quite nice with the spices

(Sweet then)
I got a vision an it's tinglin the ecosystem
Spit this shit for the mangled children, trynna bless an fix em
On a mantel babblin some wisdom in Irani sandals
Cheffin like am Michelin, just gigglin an bein thankful
Am a handful, rap smackin while my fifty plants bloom
Mancs gettin slapped back if they're trynna chat too
Fill my fruit bowl with some gala apples as I craft tunes
All you diddy rappers gobsmacked when I pass youse
Inspired, give whiffers this shit to admire
Glitch Kid mixin up some big hits to get higher
Do some maths on my cash and it's flyin, fuckin multiplyin
Carve a tired liars face off like am Mike Myers
Retire from this craft dafty you will never catch me
When am on me mad graft, lad, I'll leave you so unhappy
Take my pick of the fat snacks in the pantry
Sip my chai tea as she pulls down her panties

Started up, stutter step when I broke your brother neck
Don't hold a TEC but am hot as sex
Flow smoother than buttered crepes
Mortal X, finish him, so ill you need penicillin
My pen is illin, I got no remorse, still hungry on my seventh course
Mind divorced, half insane, no wonder that am spittin flame
I'm switching lanes like am drunk drivin
Slump ridin in the back of the whip
Smoked out from that chocolate chip like Freddie Gibbs, I'm too legit
(Scatty) (You think you're ready for my rhymes?)
Lad, bail it, you smell like pussy, you fragrant
My fouls are flagrant, your bowels escapin,
That scent of shit, you need changin
You spent your pence on a rented Benz
On your wrecked friends an a stainless
I hoard the money, keep my sword all bloody
That Wu-Tang shit in my cadence (Ching)
My blue fang drip, I spit heinous, Linc an Glitch leave you brainless
Marijuana lit, fuck surveillance, prima donna get hit, I'm aimin
Steamin off the hit, eyes blazin, beemer often quick, you hatin
Riemann calculation while spacin, demon nomination stay brazen

Uh, yeno the flavour priceless
Gettin quite nice with the spices
Got your taste buds in crisis
Gettin quite nice with the spices
Yeah, a little bit of advice is
Please put down your electronic devices
Got your taste buds in crisis
Gettin quite nice with the spices

Yeno the flavour, lil garlic, coriander
Tha cumin, bit of saffron, smoked paprika
Little cajun, it needs ginger, more cayenne pepper
Star anise, let the turmeric speak, bit of fenugreek
Don't overdo the cloves, Lord Linc, Glitch Kid, Big O on the stove

Written by:
Abe Jacob, Alex McWilliam, Omid Mirkhalaf

Publisher:
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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