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Description
Main Artist: Professor Green
Main Artist: Zdot
Associated Performer: Zdot
Producer: Zdot
Composer Lyricist: Professor Green
Composer Lyricist: Zdot
Lyrics and translation
Original
Mad.
No management, no managing me. Manage your flow, manage your beat.
No more managing the manager, who's supposed to be managing me. No more labels, I'm the label.
Call me names, try and label me. Knock on your door like I'm neighborly.
Brazenly, unashamedly, unsavory, blatantly. King of this , take the knee.
Walk the dogs, take the lead. Let them off lead, make a scene.
Precise, exactly, promptly on time and that. Do my thing, say the wrong thing, and it's twenty-four hours acne.
What work? Library one. Got a date, not a diary one. Calm one, not a fiery one.
This one's going off, expiry one. Going off like I'm out of date.
Diary full like I'm out of dates. Come to re-up like I'm out of weight.
Why you all so bent out of shape? Huh? Fed up, get up, do something. Chat a lot of but ain't gonna do nothing.
Whose buttons you pushing?
Push the wrong button, the button gets pushed, pushed, shoved in. Shove come to push, push come to shove. We don't bend, we don't budge.
Back against the wall, we tug out. Lyrics can't run out, spirit can't run out.
Hard hat for my hard head, on site. More work to do, I ain't done out here.
Don't get the wrong idea. I wear what I want, don't watch what I wear.
Don't wanna get bloody and I care, yeah. Phone called me so I'm cocky, yah. Used to lick their shots on my
Nokia. Any- anything I do, I do it properly, yah. Come a long way from where
I was when I was doing them things there. Walls, I got a big pair.
Sort the fence, I don't sit there. Tell them back, I've been there.
Used to live life in the d-d-d-d-despair. Now it's that pair, this pair. Never know what pair, which pair.
Hmm, your future's looking a bit pair, you big. . . What work? Library one.
Got a date, not a diary one. Calm one, not a fiery one.
This one's going off, expiry one.
Going off like I'm out of date. Diary full like I'm out of dates.
Come to re-up like I'm out of weight. Why you all so bent out of shape? No management, no managing me.
Manage your flow, manage your beat.
No more managing the manager, who's supposed to be managing me. No more labels, I'm the label. Call me names, try and label me.
Knock on your door like I'm neighborly. Brazenly, unashamedly. No management!