It's A Goal Lyrics

It's A Goal - Modenine

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I break bones, rough tackling hell a hard

You bet i'm playing with a full deck of yellow cards

You better guard your eighteen yard box cos i'm a ox and i rocks on the pitch, pick the throws up

Tight defences crumble when the Mode grows up

The game is in my palms like i'm ten goals up

Anytime i write a bomb track, my pen blows up before the show's up

Hey, i'm MVP, if u envy me u get mud in the fingers

Cos i corner phonies and cross them better than skillful wingers

I go way back like Walter Zenger, me to you is Alex Ferguson to Arsene Wenger

I got more shine than Collina's bald head

Quick on the draws with both cards yellow and red

U dread the way i take it to the next level

Verse up i'll be right back like Gary Neville

Even if you put your leg up and hit the referee's assistant with your right foot you wouldn't kick a linesman

A Modenine track with no punchlines man? That's a rumour niggar(Rumineigge) like Karl Heinz man

You're like a blind man you can't see me, i put you on defensive like Paolo Maldini

Been nice way before Michel Platini i close mark the mic, feedback u screaming 'free me'

Scoring ten in every match remember Rashidi Yekini?

You wanna be me cos i got more game than safari, why don't rappers use their heads like Victor Agali

No food for thought y'all straight out starvy, i'm ahead like Skuravi

Badder than the villian, my cold flow bring more AC to Milan

Play me on my turf and find out who's top billing

You gonna lose here (hair) like Zinedine Zidane.

You ain't got game that's why you are on free loan

Look dog you ain't even catching a bone, you're injury prone

I'm nice between the post with my claws, making deftifying moves ti make the crowd roar

When i'm my brother's keeper your team never scores

If they ever do, own goal Escobar's law

You ain't ready to ball or play the role of Pele like Abedi

Hold the mic steady follow my lead

I'm too dark so a fair play trophy i don't need

Most of y'all don't get booked cos y'all don't read

Wannabes tugging my sleeves, bug me not

I raise the bar so i can score with a rugby shot

History played, will see the ball passing you

I pack a hotter shot than Hermit in my arsenal

Your album's doing well so on the mic you couldn't be sick

I'm off the wall like a deflected freekick.