You ain't Built for the Stage (Remastered)

[Intro – mocking, sarcastic] Bruv… man said man’s got “good taste”? Safe. (haha) You lot just eat what they feed you. Sheep ting. (Ehhh!) --- [Hook] Sheep move, man just copy that wave (Yeh!) No sauce, just bite what they gave (Bruv!) Chart flow, bare clones in a cage (Nahhh) Real talk — you ain’t built for the stage. (Sheep move, copy that wave) (No sauce, bite what they gave) (Chart flow, bare clones in a cage) Dead sound — delete that page. (Skrrt!) --- [Verse 1] Bruv can’t chat, you ain’t got taste, All your playlists dead, just waste. Industry plant get dashed in the bin, Same ten tunes get rinsed again. Man got flow, man’s style too raw, You man follow what’s fed by the store. Pop hype talk, but your soul feels poor, Chasing charts — man, that’s a chore. (Sheep!) --- [Hook – variation] Sheep move, man just copy that wave (Yeh!) Fast food tunes, all sound the same (Bruv!) Big drip talk but it’s all just lame (Nahhh) Real heads laugh, you can’t play this game. --- [Verse 2] Trend don, nah, that’s not me, I spit pain, grime sound dirty. You chase TikTok clout like a fiend, I burn that hype, kerosene. (Frrrt!) Sheep talk charts but the bars don’t stick, All prefab flows — plastic brick. Man don’t rate that pop-star trick, No backbone, just ride that click. (Dead!) --- [Verse 3] You chase trends like man chasin’ rent, Whole vibe fake, just plastic scent. Streaming bare noise, no soul, no dent, Hollow man talk, that’s time misspent. Man’s not pop, I don’t beg no chart, I spit grime raw, straight tear man apart. You flex streams, but the streams ain’t art, Sheep get herded, I move too smart. (Skrrt!) --- [Outro – spoken] Aye, keep streamin’ them bubblegum tunes, fam. You’ll still sound the same next year. Background noise, not culture. We different. (Sheep!)