Yeah, ready?
\nIt's SBTV, you're about to get schooled by H2O yeah
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\nThese bars are hard, you don't have to give me a beat
\nI was 15 when man gave the metal to me, said it's nothing H you can go and settle your beef
\nI know us angels can be shallow but the devil is deep and so I had a ting up in my joggers
\nHolding breathe when I select, I'm not a novice
\nI really had a strap in my waist fam you man are just bloggers
\nWe're about it, don't get it twisted because we're scholars
\nServe a purpose on Earth's surface 'til it's upon us
\nEloheem and Denetaroo are not goners
\nNow these stars are looking for baby just like Madonna's
\nBut you can never buy my baby so keep your dollars
\nThe green light is just the essence, The Saba told me Oras are my ancestors presence
\nSo my ancestors visit, if only I could see how they look
\nThey give me the fire then I put the fire to crooks, put the fire to books
\nBruddas are stealing now I'm writing this is our place, none of them demons have been invited
\nThis is the place, powerful people have been united
\nBun up a Jake and a two faced snake, we don't like them, hype them
\nUp out of my way quick, I see some two faced people up on the same tip
\nMy brothers are plain sick, sicker than the average, when their lyrics hit you they damage your cabbage
\nWe hit you up and then we vanish, we give you more than you manage
\nA Parker pen would help me start a trend, a melon in tar high, I rip the darker gem
\nI flow hard and all you wanna hear me start again
\nI use my third eye to stare into the hearts of men
\nOr would you prefer if I told you rich bruddas to pass the gems
\nI represent my single parents and my bastard friends
\nNo longer running from the 5-0, we're after dem
\nI love the dark, I ain't hitting road 'til after 10
\nIt ain't nothing for a real G to blast a skeng
\nTo aim it over your shoulders and take off half your head
\nYou see the colour the traffic lights give you after red
\nBut that ain't the action of somebody that's on the path I step
\nThem bruddas ain't ready for how well we spitting, we living with half a breathe
\nThem other rappers are servants, they get a master vex
\nJust let them know we are the architects, we make moves and then we half the cheques, watch how the master steps
\nI had a gun in a shout, I had a gun in a wish
\nI made certain man on road have to roll with a vest, and now they're deceased
\nI think they find their peace where they rest
\nFam I believe that I'm blessed, I make moves accordingly
\nI'm one of the best, like SB who's recording me
\nYou people talking about waves, what's up with all the speech
\nThe way my bruddas are wavy you'd think you saw the beach
\nI can vouch for MA, he was a wronging teen
\nNow I can truthfully say my brother's on his deem
\nJust like I'm on my holy scriptures and Eloheem
\nSo we can talk about machines or maybe serafim
\nMe, I'm biting them *** until they bury me
\nMan Robin Hood of the ghetto, rolling with merry G's
\nImagine your wife tried to touch me, she knows her brother's ghetto without the hype and buck teeth
\nI'm still underground
\nI'm a diamond, you brothers ain't worth a hundred pound
\nIf Rihanna, Kanye and Jay-Z are running town
\nI ain't gotta ask them for their permission to bun it down
\nBut who am I, I'm straight showering your crop
\nI know what I can do, some more time I keep my power in a box
\nOnly a coward feels there's power in the flock
\nI'm 5 foot 7, still my Ora stays towering your block
\nI flow hard, you can use this for scouring your pots
\nYou're two dimensional, I'm trimensional
\nMy mind's sensible, I never sent for fools
\n'Cause they're dispensable but I've watched
\nThese hyped youths with all their funny phrases on their tops
\nI used to sell guns, why would I be ashamed to say I've took my head and grown fam
\nI'll have your mother playing with my look
\nI'm a beast on my bars, fools are praying I would stop
\nI make them drop\n\n
