I don’t need your Edge-u-may-kay-shun!
For me it aint got no relations
You can take your tangents, co sins and things
When I leave school, I is gonna be famous and sing
Music lesson?, woman listen stop stressin
They got music dictators and shit to take care of it
I got it all sorted, me and Bianca have fought it all out
She has a mate that cleans the floors for that Simon Cowell
She going to bang him a couple of our rhymes
And then roll on wiff all the good times
You can keep your Edge-u-may-kay-shun
I don’t need that stuff, I got talent I can sing