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here i am - human error lyrics

here i am lyrics
[intro: ngma]
alright mate, can you go downstairs and get me a 30g pack of cutter’s choice, green rizlas and a bag of filters please bruv
ah, f*ckin’ h*ll man, it’s been a while, jesus christ
i feel cold

[verse 1: ngma]
now let me start this off nice and slowly
i never like to pump an audience quite before they know me
i’ve been acting lonely, but not because i’m low*key
instead i spend my time cooking up ravioli
bet you’re asking “who’s he? never seen this boy around
even though his flow’s sweet, why’s he in this part of town”
mine is not a pope’s speech, i do not wear a cloak and crown
but i’ma let my prose preach out and bring this house down
i started it off in the game at an amateur level, rebel to the rules
i never wanted to win any medals or peddle my way to the top of the queues
when at school, i never settled for anything less than a ninety*two
and likely you might like me to explain my incredibly mighty moves
i’m an italian man with a passionate plan to educate the masses
many are asking, “hey man listen, why do you speak with an english accent?”
i was born in london town and making it happen across the classes
master of the tongue of love and also the tongue of the anglo*saxons
the tongue of the anglo*saxons, those funny arrogant asses
those motherf*ckers who believe that they’re still running the planet
with their beloved monarch living off the commoner’s taxes
axing cuts on public spending, sending many to their ashes
my sentiments exactly, i sense they might attack me
that’s why i’m now in search of a bigger and better competitor actually
i’m madder than ever and badder than any i scatter my lyrical pennies and
plenty if any of my enemies gonna end up in tennessee sipping on hennessee
a lover of tennis me, so listen carefully
i’m gonna start this off once and for all eventually
my country’s dead to me, but still i speak of peace
so here i am, nique la police
[chorus 1: ngma, ngma & deo de madman]
here i am, here i am? here i am, here i am, here i am
here i am, here i am? yo it’s ngma and deo de madman
here i am, here i am? here i am, here i am, here i am
here i am, here i am? yo it’s ngma and… (yo, yo, gimme that)

[verse 2: deo de madman]
god save the queen, and the pastures green
on which jerusalem was built by the neoliberal machine
me? i’m a patriot * hah, haven’t you seen me?
sipping on bellinis, munching on my tuna melt paninis
yuck * it’s with disgust, i feel i even need to discuss
that i am anything other than the f*cking bee’s meniscus
any you pupils want to dot my i’s?
watch me as i cross my t’s with hibiscus
deo the nonplus ultra, circling your putrefying minds like a vulture
binging on your culture
an orgy in the netflix adaptation of a p*rno
while i’m sat in the corner m*st*rbating with horkheimer and adorno
i’m back i’m on the rag trying to ovulate and
discombobulate more than those who will not inoculate and
fabricate debates only to obfuscate
if i was looking to making a million
i would’ve taken a stake in the uk llc conglomerate
but it does not correlate with the hammer and sickle in my veins
heh * call it a sickness in my brain
but the competition in this game is a father*f*cking fiction all the same
i’m insistent, and you could call me a stickler for the way
i’m addicted to eviscerate the dismal state of hip hop which precedes me
like banksy to graffiti
lyrics couldn’t be more basic written out in arial or calibri
your book of rhymes is marked “deo de madman * ex libris”
i eat alphabet soup, you’ll find superior rhymes in my faeces
flashbacks of vietnam as i creep upon the mic, here i* here i*
[chorus 2: deo de madman, deo de madman & ngma]
here i am, here i am? here i am, here i am, here i am
here i am, here i am? yo it’s ngma and deo de madman
here i am, here i am? here i am, here i am, here i am
here i am, here i am? yo it’s ngma and deo de madman

[outro: ngma]
can you pass me a can of red stripe? nah, a cold one please mate, if there is one?
can you get me a chips and cheese?
did they not have any vinegar? nah, alright
did they not have any, uh, cheese?
did they have any ketchup? did they have any mayo?
did* nah? ok

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