1st Verse |

I don't care whether indisciplined or a hunchback,
Sit up straight and listen a minute to what I unwrap,
Been away insistent on bricking a bigger comeback,
Than City did when they went and finished above us, won that...

Crunch match, in injury time and then left me stunned, man,
I've put mad, effort into the penning of such tracks,
Pushed past, the dullest of patches and every lull, lapse,
Under the sun and understood the pain of a punchbag.

Yeah, as I awaken my dream,
The verbal inertia it fades and is replaced by that speech,
Here's a word to the wise, you may wanna determine a means,
Of diverting that ricochet once it resurgences with me.

Curs my syllables, multis, silly little stories,
Could make a Royal mess like a bunch of British Tories,
I toy with heads more than a ref on the pitch before the,
Game begins, I'm warning you should really not ignore me.

Chorus |

Hello,
Can anybody hear me?

Yo, I work hard, I ain't limiting my heart till it's over, over,
Killing cynics with my dream, MellorD and J Green now it's over, over.

And when the people try and shoot you down,
I'ma ricochet off the ground,
Off the ceiling going round and round,
Hey, hey...

Yeah, watch me come back like a ricochet, ay, ay,
I'm going all the way, ay, ay,
Watch me come back like a ricochet, ay, ay,
Like a ricochet, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay.

2nd Verse |

I'm building a tighter following than a shadow at midday,
Diligently writing and monitoring my mistakes,
The models that my wrist makes could topple yours, I'm insane,
I might headbutt an ostrich, purely just for the kicks mate.

And if say...you and me were at a murder mystery,
I'd scream and shout I did it so they'd label me the Illest, see,
I'm killing beats with skill and ease, I'd say I'm like a millipede,
The way I take so many steps whenever I pick up a piece...

Of paper, it's crazy, they recognise my ability,
Which quickens my progression and lifts me like an amphetamine,
It's MellorD, back with a vengeance, ready to test the scene,
And dead MC's, put their heads on platters like a cheddar cheese.

And when I sleep, my creative streak means that I'm painting sheep,
With plains and trees in shades you'd deem as something kinda make believe,
Yet some'd say I haven't got the right to claim a scrape or piece,
But I'm the cherry on the top, it really is my cake to eat.

Chorus |

Hello,
Can anybody hear me?

Yo, I work hard, I ain't limiting my heart till it's over, over,
Killing cynics with my dream, MellorD and J Green now it's over, over.

And when the people try and shoot you down,
I'ma ricochet off the ground,
Off the ceiling going round and round,
Hey, hey...

Yeah, watch me come back like a ricochet, ay, ay,
I'm going all the way, ay, ay,
Watch me come back like a ricochet, ay, ay,
Like a ricochet, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay.

3rd Verse |

My delivery's thick and fast like Ballotelli is, I have,
An instinct and a wicked knack for how to pen a lyric that,
Could inflict a malicious act with sinister and vicious tact,
Make one feel they've been in battle with a different kind of man.

And real ness, it will ricochet off the walls like a bouncy ball,
Springing forth with vigour, knock ceilings into the ground and floor,
I've found my form, picked it up, filled it out, now it's round and roars,
And found rebounding twice as fast as lightning, now it's time for more.