The Return Of Mister Pane Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Ladies and gentlewomen, it's the return of mister pane
The lanky nigger in purple frames
The marijuana puffing, fat bumper loving, black jumper bussin' nerd of the game
The trainer collecting U.F.O TOwN mayor
Strange things happen when you go down there
The movie-viewing, groupie-screwing black shit in your area
That's getting more bookings than Patrick Viera
Cuz, the beer drinker, lemon and lime in his corona
The permanently horny - spent his life with this boner
The quick-witted, biggest lipped prick in Britain
That rips riddims, kicks lyrics that get bitten
The Arsenal supporting, BNP opposer
More fucking likely than TNT to blow up
The jollof rice eating, salt beef bagel buyer
The guy with no love for a cheat, fake or liar

[Hook]
Mikill Pane, listen to me rap
I write my musi-music on the fre-free mason, sick
Mikill Pane, course his acapellas are swell
I'll blow you out like smoke
Mikill Pane, I'm setting grooves on fire
No joke, that I'm the best emcee
Mikill Pane, I'll blow you out like smoke
You can't step to this

[Verse 2]
Yo, The indie music listener
Brick Lane visitor
Not a virgin but he'll just never give a fuck
The moped riding
Open minded
Rutten person, cracking farts in a cinema near you
In fact nearer than you think
He's in the back row of any theatre that stinks
The half deaf, short sited, African wanker
The one you never suspected was actually a rapper
The riskent piss-taker
Consistent bitch-dater
Critics can taste my dish, its dick flavour
The tattoo-ed tosser, more fly than a bumble bee
Dressed in Tourist, Charlie, Hustle and Currency
The grown arse man with a kid deep inside
The sole reason these rap bitches keep crying
The internet surfing, burping
Perfectly imperfect version of mister Jesus Christ

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
He's the schizophrenic, shoplifting menace
Robs shit like lettuce
Because its green, then he shots it in tens'
The only guy you know that don't rock an expensive watch or a necklace
Or claim to keep Glocks in his lexus
The arrogant narcissist
The nasty bit of work you want to blast your clip into or carve to bits with a swiss army chiv
The fucking random weirdo
Don't give a damn or care yo
Surprising like finding his shit in your Granny's stereo
The porn mag reading guy with a mohican
Who's mouth kind of bends to the side when he's speaking
The drunken freestyler
He's a kinda deep writer but he focusses on smoking weed at IDAS
The mainly eighties maniac, that's where they made him at
He's got a half finished time-machine, he's making that to take him back
And when he's gone he'll leave the mark of that sick shit
That won't let you forget the motherfucker existed

[Hook]