Who Needs Actions When You Got Words

[Hook] When trouble comes knockin' I'll be ready, alright Put my fists up, ready to fight But I ain't got to put my fists up every time Who needs actions when you got, you got words? And I ain't gotta pull the heat like here we go I ain't gotta lose my head like years ago [Verse 1] Who needs actions when you got words? I ain't afraid to get physical It's just that I hit harder when I spit on a verse Cause I'm a sick spitter, spit so sick that it hurts So sick at spitting I can even spit in reverse, still You can step up to my face if that's the way that you feel Throw a punch, I'll throw one back an show you one for real Lost a lot of so-called mates since I signed this record deal One more wanker bringing hate won't matter now I'm paying bills No staying still, waiting for a giro Feeling so frustrated I could stab someone in the eye with a biro Having to drive slow every time I see the five-O Cause there's a nine bar of skunk in my trunk and it's live-O Used to shot the high grade peng so I'm used to cats that beg for scraps And cat crack that don't make sense Kai was true due even when you go to great lengths I see through you like glass and fake friends [Hook] [Verse 2] Sticks and stones break bones but what I say'll hurt you worse Leave you feeling dead and buried like you're six feet under earth And if actions speaker louder than words How comes I hear you hating but I never see you burst? You just vex, cause you just wish you were Ariah You can't mix with any people for your set like I can Pick up a mic and set the crowd alight, man Shine so fucking brightly they think it's day when it's night man That's right, man, you can't deny I've got talent It's jealousy, you only hating cause you haven't The more I blow, the more you hate me with a passion Now the press are on my dick and people follow me like fashion Well, I don't believe the hype, well that's all it is and nothing else But I don't need the hype the words I write will sell themselves Cause the words are written from the heart, that's why they're felt And you'll be eating yours, and mine are flying off the shelf [Hook] [Verse 3] I'd rather murk mans lyrically, spray them with the spit from my tongue Than going on a killing spree and living life on the run Even if sometimes I do feel like getting a gun And running up on everyone who hated me from day one But what's the point in that? It's ironic where the point be at Hate is from the heart, still the head is where I point the gat Imagine how your face looks as I cock it back Pull the trigger, imagine how your face looks after that But it ain't worth it, bro, hey yo, I ain't thick Even though I hear it teens say it too much, it makes me sick Come across so many fools don't make me wanna switch I won't ruin my career just because you said some shit I'll dead you quick, on the mics if you keep on beefing Think you're getting to me, nah blood you ain't even I'm a Libra, so I maintain a cool balance And you mean nothing to me like Paul Ballance [Hook] [Outro] You got, you got, you got, you, you got You got, you got, you got Who needs actions when you got, you got words? You got, you got, you got, you, you got You got, you got, you got Who needs actions when you got words?