Beit Nun Here we go We had you waitin' for this collaboration Me and Dan been savin' this moment, you know we've been doin' tracks for ages Before I was smashin' stages with four-max, and Before his album Safe, before the music made his channel famous We shared a passion for stayin' up late, on cognac and gettin lashed off our faces And recommendin' each other songs we should add to our playlists 9 years later, we've actually made this Welcome to brandy night bring a bottle, let's have it right Gather round, and lend us your ears as we pass the mic Raw, nothin' is sacrificed Pure, put here in black and white in a 6 course platter, nourish your appetite This is organic and home grown pick your own And then drink till you're in the zone We're 'bout to school you in the art of writin' You wanna recommend your friends to our stuff, but you can't describe it
Dan Bull I'm Clark Kent, the microphone's my phone box Soon as I step inside that booth, my fricking flow drops Like a ton of bricks, my YouTube gets a ton of clicks When it comes to my particular specific niche I'm running shit
Beit Nun Here we go Bet you thought this would never come to fruition But trust me, this was my number 1 mission See, my book wasn't finished, somethin' was missin' So this is more than just a little number to bump in your system
Dan Bull It's Dan and Ben, the human form of pad and pen Came through before, we're back again, troubadours who rap intense Imbue with awe, we're packing dense metaphors without pretense If every story has an end you better tell it then, tell 'em Ben
Beit Nun Nah, not yet ready to close the chapter No spoilers, not givin' anythin' away mate, it's cloak and dagger I'm the ghost of the manor Hip hop is dead, but I stay promotin' these rappers with stickers posters and banners
Dan Bull I think the unthinkable, print the unprintable Paint the invisible and sink the unsinkable, you imbecile I'm a man with principles, I am invincible And unequivocally inexplicably irresistible Come and touch the bull, I'm untouchable Not gonna budge at all I'll bust your balls, crushed with force Giving them the consistency of that when lumpy custard pours Fuck the bird's eye, I've got the bullseye, adjust the scores I spray the freshest tones although I'm made of flesh and bones And though I may be lesser known than Drake or Jay-Z, let it go I'm in a spot beyond comparison, but not just arrogant I'm having fun while other rappers call a cab, I run the marathon My Moses raps part the waves coast to coast from Antarctica to the heart of any dart that you can throw at the map You don't come close to being dope as that, you hopeless prat I push the envelope like Postman Pat