Catmandu (with Catjam)

Verse 1

Coming out my corner all guns blazing
Foot in the door now I’m forcing my way in
Cause an affray when I walk on the stage
The performer that’s got Richard Dawkins praying
Sources are saying you’re onto a winner
Cat Jam and Offbeat, King of the Swingers
Soon as we play we get grown men screaming
Like they just got themselves caught in their zipper
Right now I’m on a braggadocio hype
I can’t help coz I know my flow’s so tight
I got haters and cynics rating my lyrics
I get rave reviews at a no-show night
But when I do turn up the spot goes mad
With fans who say “Damn, that’s a hot flow, man”
Looking like the cat that got the cream
And hooking up with the Cat that got those jams

Chorus:

Everybody in the place tonight
If you came here to make it live
Put your hands up and raise ‘em high
And wind pon the riddim-riddim-riddim-riddim-yo!

Everybody in the place tonight
If you came here to make it live
Open your mouth up and make a cry like:

Verse 2

I came in the Swing scene in 2014
And I ain’t got no plans to backtrack soon
Collaborating with other acts that are making
You put up your hands just like Fatman Scoop
C@ in the H@ and now Cat Jam too
I feel like I should move to Kathmandu
Coz these days I’m rolling with so many cats
That I feel like the chick out of Batman 2
90’s Kid on a 20’s flex,
In the 00’s now, but I get respect
Anyone who says you can’t rap over swing
Evidently hasn’t ever met me yet
Play my tunes you won’t press eject
MC’s get vexed when I pen these texts
Coz I leave ‘em exposed like photos of DJs
Jumping around next to empty decks

Chorus

Everybody in the place tonight
If you came here to make it live
Put your hands up and raise ‘em high
And wind pon the riddim-riddim-riddim-riddim-yo!

Everybody in the place tonight
If you came here to make it live
Open your mouth up and make a cry like:
“Oi oi oi oi oi oi oi oi”

Bridge x8

If you came to, if you came to, if you came to rave it down…

Verse 3

This one here is a certified banger
I’ll leave my stamp of approval on it
We rinse the rider of cider and champers
Til it’s empty like a student’s pockets
My tunes get so much love online
That I had to create some new Youtube logins
So I could go in with a different name
And leave myself some abusive comments
People rely on me to keep on supplying these
Tunes that are moving your feet like podiatry
That’s why I’m keeping these verses tight like
They’re doing exercises of the kegal variety
So keep on denying that I’m one of the best
And get treated like people who speak in a library (Shhh!)
You don’t want beef or a rivalry
I’ll make you feel sad like a beat in a minor key