Mikill Pane, Romesh Ranganathan, DJ Odin - The Night Elm on Mare Street

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I was on the brink of packing it in
Things were getting ugly but the ting’s attractive again
They were saying «what's wrong with Pane?
What’s happened to him?»
You couldn’t get a longer weight from a rack at a gym
The wait’s over, sorry about the delay
Our fans never wanna see us leave like a gilet
But when it all starts to take the piss, you need a wee break
I’ve met more arseholes in this shit than a bidet
I’m taking 'bout the weight of the pressure I’ve felt
I was just an NWA expressing myself
But the minute that a record label exec said it’s swell
I’m expected sell the way David Guetta would sell
Trust me, it’s a hard game you’re getting into
When life gives you lemons but you can’t make celebrity juice
When the top stations had the power to pick the winners
I was on rotation for about as long as fidget spinners
But if you’re like me, you’d be cool with that
Your A&R won’t be happy, though
Forced into someone else’s dream like tall black
Leonardo DiCaprio
But I’m not a Leo, I’m a Gemini
Half of me was terrified
Half wrote the bars I need to terrorise
But part of me’s too hard at making clever lines
I wrote a set of bars that were too smart
For only half of me to memorise
I’m messing with you, I was uninspired
To tell you the truth, I was fucking tired
I wore my heart on my sleeve, they put my art in a league
I found it hard to camouflage the fatigue
But now I’m gassed up, charged up
Whatever the lingo is
Flags up on masts, but I’m not ever a jingoist
Mandem from our boroughs jolly 'cause they’ve been growing
Fat bruddas, arms up, wobbling their bingo wings
Eating right, seriously, it’s inspiring
Now I’m keeping up appearances with a hyacinth
Firing on north cylinders with a winning verse
Keep the least hard-hitting words to a minimum
That’s why I still observe
'Cause them’s the rules
Trying to be a legend on the sly, not expendable
All the UK MCs representing, I respect them all
The scene’s looking like a convention of unconventionals
It’s mental, I didn’t fit in
But if you think I can’t be the GOAT, you must be kidding
Ladies and gents, I’m high as hell
But bear with me
May we present the Night Elm on Mare Street
Strange things happen when you go down there