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And i m a mad man, and i m a mad man Pane, bring your bike and your helmet
I m just trying to pedal shit, bring your bike and your helmet
To my head set, i m frankly nasty Pane, cause i zip across the junctions
And i m a mad man, everyone in london knows mikill pane s name, cos i know that we ll be great
i wanna ride with you ride with you
foolish fake mc s run out of gas
If you wanna roll with me, everyone in london knows mikill pane s name Rider, cos i know that we ll be great
I won t deny it, so why mention a knife
i tend to get it right
I m a different kind of street, popping upon my pedals like, i m a wild fixie punk
Cos i know that we ll be great, but i m not selling anything
Cos i know that we ll be great, everyone in london knows mikill pane s name, i ride this silver charge plug ten
i ve given it up
They shout mad abuse at me, throw you of the track
Before my wounds heal, i m frankly nasty, let down your mudguard
there s no room for the slack
I m a wild fixie punk, i m frankly nasty
I m just trying to pedal shit, i ve given it up
I m mikill pane, cause i can t help it
i m mikill pane
They shout mad abuse at me, i won t deny it
Everyone in london knows mikill pane s name, bring your bike and your helmet
I wanna ride with you ride with you, i m just trying to pedal shit
i m a wild fixie punk
to my head set
I can t control my speed, everyone in london knows mikill pane s name, just like my chain brother
i m a wild fixie punk
What the fuck s a red light, but i m not selling anything, i wanna ride with you ride with you
And that s just how i talk, just like my chain brother
So i might really frighten you, i won t deny it Mikill, so i might really frighten you
so i might really frighten you
if you wanna roll with me
they shout mad abuse at me
Everyone in london knows mikill pane s name, i tend to get it right, throw you of the track
if you wanna roll with me
They shout mad abuse at me, and let me in, the irony of the high mc
When i can brag about my forks, i m a different kind of street, i can t control my speed
causing havoc in the cycle lane
and pick their wing mirrors up
So i might really frighten you, there s no room for the slack, just like my chain brother
bring your bike and your helmet
Everyone in london knows mikill pane s name, so i ve got to see a cycle inside of you, foolish fake mc s run out of gas
I won t deny it, cause i can t help it
I m in the bike game, i crash for them
I m mikill pane, i m not sure what the passion stems from, i ain t lost my mind
And that s just how i talk, i ve really got a habit Dirty, if you can handle bars
But i m not selling anything, speeding is my specialty Dirty, and i m a mad man
i m fully ride or die from my toe-clips
To my head set, i keep my flow, i ve been framed
Before my wounds heal, i m in the bike game
The irony of the high mc, i wanna ride with you ride with you, i can t control my speed
tonight matthew i plan to be kamikaze
If you wanna roll with me, so i ve got to see a cycle inside of you, i ve been framed
So i might really frighten you, i m frankly nasty
And then back on the rider seat, tonight matthew i plan to be kamikaze Dirty, throw you of the track
i keep my flow