Actors
[Intro: Willzee]
Artificial characters teaching obscured realities
Yeah, that’s an actor alright
You know those impractical backwards rappers, spatting shite
Leave you dead with a strapper 'cos they're ready to do life
And you can put that on me ma right
Ye soft boys, records that cost, why?
For posh noise? Mmh, not my definition of hip-hop
That shit flops in the place that you know's hot
Welcome to Luimneach, versus everybody
Feens heavily ready to you leave dead, for your hobby
Lyrical melodies tube-fed from our gobs see
We make heads fall off not bop
Be clever don’t ever send shots, you ain’t better, no matter the weather *grunt*

Here's Actors

[Verse 1: Hazey Haze]
(Take one!)
When walking home last night, I heard a gunshot
So there's guns drawn, after that I heard a herd of lungs scream "someone ring someone"
While the fella with the hood is yelling "come on", runs on 'til the sun's gone
Now the sun's gone
Later last night, waited past nine, make a fast joint, smoke it outside, then I heard sirens, then I ran
No wait, actually
Let me take you back to my early drug-abusing, family home ruining, Stanley-holding juvenile teenage years
Broke, robbing phones from fools, snobbing home sung rules, catching cautions like the common cold flu
From scumbag to teacher punching bag to preacher
Now everyone under the sun seems to ask for a feature
Wow I am your leader! what the fuck happened-what the- what the fuck awww
What the fuck happened before rapping? I was scrapping, robbing, attacking, distracted with criminal attachment
Subliminally baffled, but now I can finally film me laughing at a million rapping MCs, what the fuck happened to ye?

[Hook]
Actors, actors, I'm the actual bastard that ye all portray to be (who, me?)
Actors, actors, I'm the actual bastard that ye all portray to be

I'm initially PX, pissing Xanax on planet ten, panicking getting manic, while I get a stiffy like a mannequin as I vanish through the Vatican 
Imma legend still living with mammy
Viciously eat necks, a cannibal battering javelins at standing still, laxative filled mandible

[Hook]
Actors, actors, I'm the actual bastard that ye all portray to be
Actors, actors, I'm the actual bastard that ye all portray to be (Citrus, tell 'um I said..)

[Verse 2: Citrus Fresh]
Head full of panic
So I drop another Xanax
After that pass out
It never goes the way I planned it
On another planet
Full of coke and fake love
Give me another tablet
I promise I’ll reach the heavens above
Head full of panic
So I drop another Xanax
After that pass out
It never goes the way I planned it
On another planet
Full of coke and fake love
Give me another tablet
I promise I’ll reach the heavens above

Every second prick that I see
Is trapped inside Brad Pitt mentality
Decapitating actors with their own fake rap sheets
Please, oh please, fuck right off
With all the shit talk about your wrist and your bag
You’re a bitch who’s been bad
In fact I’ve never seen so many bitches in one place
Complaining about this and that
Real slapped arse face
So load it up, go
They don’t see me when I show

They never do believe me 'til they see me fucking blow
So when I catch you by the throat
Don’t breathe for a second
Mel Gibson lookalike
Call me the lethal weapon
Evil presence, all your money
I will spend it on
Hardcore drugs and hugs from ones that pretend to love us
[Hook]
Actors, actors, I'm the actual bastard that ye all portray to be (who me?)
Actors, actors, I'm the actual bastard that ye all portray to be

[Verse 3: Size]
(Same D)
Breathe through my nose and get aromas from last night
Keys full of coke seen me broke and in mad fights
Hi, I’m Size, I’m from The Island, boys
Where we idolise, then inspire minds through un-finer times
And at the same time, wishing this Roche 5 in my sight was a cyanide, so I could say goodbye for life
Hi, I’m Simon, I’m here to break the silence
People pointing, asking what to do, I tell 'um it’s point less
Me I’m joyful when I’m joint full, but I’m joint less
I need a pint next to deal with my stress
But I keep on hearing all these voices screaming inside of my head, like “please let me out, kid”
Actors, actors!
All mental cunts
I’m the alpha, alpha!
These pretentious runts don’t have the heart to handle what we came to run
So we start dismantling this game for fun..like..

Take it as nothing, not making a profit, I’ll lay 'um in coffins, decay and they’re rotten
The faker the nonsense, the waker the song is, today is the day, I’m just making a comment
The wave is tsunami, it takes what it wants ‘n’ stay ‘way from the xannies, they play with your conscience
Fail and can’t handle the hate that comes off it
Cage is so cramped, I’ll just break the locks off it
Rage on the page, I’m just hopping and throbbing, I came for the game, I’m not stopping for nothing, the ways are the same, we’re just jotting and plotting, amazingly I feel like Rocky, I’ll rock 'um
I’m in a lane with Apollo iconics
Take me away to apostles and profits
Driving you mad, I’ll just lock it and stop it, hop out and I pop it and you drop on the bonnet...like.... 

[Hook]
Actors, actors, I'm the actual bastard that ye all portray to be (who me?)
Actors, actors, we're the actual bastards that ye all portray to be

[Verse 4: MCB]
(Same D)
Faster, faster
They're some acting actors
I'm a rappin' bastard and I'll happily scrap ya
Rapidly blaze the weed, rasta, rasta
See the mad scenes round here, the Passa Passa

All the drama, drama queens
The mothers, nanas scream, fathers there like, "why my son so mad at me?"
You done the damage
See the fun can't last the week, crumble fast the week, crumble fast, you see
I gave up givin' a fuck a couple years ago
Saving up and changing up all the shit I feared before
Way too many years ago, way too many tears ago
Killin' 'um off, leave 'um dead in the morgue, and now I'm gonna leave it go like

[Hook]
Actors, actors, I'm the actual bastard that ye all portray to be (who me?)
Actors, actors, I'm the actual bastard that ye all portray to be

[Verse 5: Krome]
I can see inside your head, I can see inside your dreams
Cardboard gangsters, half of these rappers are silver screen addicts, panicking
Half of their rapping is acting mean
When actually you capture images of being on the screen
But you’re reading from the script 'cos your own shit's boring
I got too many problems to be bothered by yours
And if you think we believe you, well you’re wrong, we’re snoring Gonna end your life today, gonna end in gore and
Please God, don’t let me catch any of these boys out
If you do it’s gonna be like Hannibal had broke out
Slit your fucking throats and left the bodies to be found
Half eaten corpses of actors are laying on the ground
Break the mold, I’m breaking your neck
You’re stuck in the matrix, hacking your specs
I am an apex, quite the set
Shannon town devil is back in the flesh
Back up your words, don’t call no bluffs
Plastic provos playing parts, pretending they’re the man
You filthy fucks, hit you with the hook

It’s Peter Pan, I never land
Drop a bar, don’t drop a xan
Flaying these impressionists, a lesson for the shammy shams
A blessing for the honest man
Dressing up your rotten plan
Krome is the horseman
I’m coming for sinners so drop everything and then find a new land

[Hook]
Actors, actors, I'm the actual bastard that you all portray to be
Actors, actors, I'm the actual bastard that you all portray to be (that's me)

[Verse 6: Strange Boy]
Mood swings, bad weed, good vibes, shit changes from time to time
Sniffing paint's still more entertaining then watching it dry
Hit the big time, kid got style with the pen
Baby boy born in a pigsty with the hens
Slick talk don't cut it 'cos dead men tell no tales
In a hurry, on my way to catch a plane
Rob the fucking place blind, D. B. Cooper out the side
I got double glazed glasses for my shitty eyesight
So it's hard to wipe my arse when you can't find the wipes
So I just use my hand, then I'll pat you on the back
Run away, run away from the dirty smellbag

I'm the type of ugly cunt to watch your nana struggle crossing roads
Rob her weekly shopping in an alley on her own
If she goes to the shades, I'll go to her home
Rob her dog, her retainer and her vintage gramophone
Yeah, oh shit
In comes her husband of forty years with a poker, he took a swing
I ducked and knocked him out on the sofa
Rolled him up in a carpet and fucked him in the stove
Watch the smoke, watch the smoke, watch the smoke  (Yeah)

[Hook]
Actors, actors, I'm the actual bastard that ye all portray to be
Actors, actors, I'm the actual bastard that ye all portray to be

[Outro: Clerk 5]
Like who the fuck you thought it was
Bearing down on top of your soul
Like a gorilla, cuz
I'm not comfortable most of the time, I always crave a buzz
Anxiety it's part of my life, I feel like waking up
Shut-up, feel shit, it's lifestyle basics
Take this daily routine, and smash its face in
Take a golden shower once in your life, just to taste it
Pissin' down on top of these rappers because they're basic
Face it, you ain't shit
Actin' like some wild rotation
These plastic people practice all that latest trend shit
It's the master of the long skins, pumpkin....

(What's happening, Hazey brother, you're about to fuckin' blow that shit up...is mise... RGB bro)