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the big english - chuffed to bits lyrics

every single time that i hop upon a track
i ask myself the same question, (what’s that?)
how in the blazes have i said as much as i have
and still got more to talk about? (matter of fact)
after all, with his debut and monkey see monkey do
the entire tbs, a surprising fact is true

i’m doubling my discography with instantaneous velocity
pump it full of pomposity and none of my competitors will topple me

and what i think just has to be said
is i’ve never given up on the blue, white, red
not quite yet have i left it for dead
it’s got a place of pеrmanence inside my hеad

and speaking of things that reside up there
underneath my top hat that sits upon my hair
i’m in possession of a quick wit fit to spit
a sick hit in the nick of time, not a trick of the light

sun dip in the sky, i’m lit until night and i think you’ll find
when you cross my mind, i’m not so kind, but that’s alright
no tip for the line cause my two cents won’t cost you a dime

i am the king of brisbane, it falls under my jurisdiction
now, i am a man of england, but australia’s in that kingdom
and i think i’m going crazy ’cause my memory’s a little hazy
but i think i’ve seen it all because there’s nothing that can phase me
i’m a sentient potent entity, obsessed with the mind’s own entropy
everything that i was meant to be is what i exemplify mentally
and everything that’s been sent to me was sent right back, complimentary
and all of that’s rudimentary to the formation of my identity
royce head down the street, ’cause that’s the way i roll
tempo on the beat the way that i am in control
everything accounted for when i am on patrol
i see the forest and all the trees + the parts that make the whole

and my goal is to eliminate any competition
prohibition of opposition + that is my mission
make an exhibition of fools when they try for recognition
their humiliation is the basis of my tradition

and whilst their inhibition is part of my position
i must make the admission about my own ambition
in addition to me being the greatest living musician
that’s not my only prowess, i’ve got a lot more ammunition

i’m a god upon the chessboard, beat you right out of the gate
sip a scotch, sit back and wait, i know the theory, take the bait
i can calculate the lines, (hikaru!) takes takes takes takes takes
hit you so hard that you’ll see stars, as they constellate

e4 e5
nf3 nc6
d4 exd4
nxd4 bc5
nb3, magic on the board
leave opponents speechless, i don’t care, let them hate
perhaps they’ll change their tune when they’re facing a checkmate
and i’m a scholar, i’ll end it quick, i’m merciless with the k!lling
smother you to death like if you mess up blackburne+shilling
and it’s chilling for those who face me, for the audience it’s thrilling
clean up all your pieces, i’m removal and i’m billing

sniper in the fianchetto + bishop in the back
and i’m sending an attack, p+wns not afraid to sac
fly in with a tactic, set a trap, watch you snap
cause i can win regardless playing white or playing black

i’m a lean, clean chess machine, all your moves have been foreseen
intervene with fate and you’ll get mated on the scene
call me eric rosen ’cause “oh no, my queen”
criss+cross apple sauce, cause of death: my bishop beams

- the big english lyrics

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