[Verse 1: Pascall]
Trust me
On the mic, you don't wanna come against me, bruv
Nah, you don't wanna vex me
Cause I'll kick a man down like Jet Li does
You're not a badman, you're not a thug
So don't get gassed and don't run it up
Don't act tough and don't try cuss
Cuh man don't tolerate none of that stuff
And bars, I've got more than enough
And gash, man have got way too much
Gonna put in this work and I ain't gonna stop
Till my team gets paid too much
These man just say too much
But dem man don't wanna spray too tough
Man stays hungry for this ting
You could never say Pascall ate too much
[Verse 2: WhackEye]
Man ah man thinks we're cool? We're not
Man ah man chat shit? Man will get boxed
Man ah man thinks that he's that guy?
Man ah like me will make man cry
Man ah man says that he's got gwop
Man ah man got anything he got
Man are badman, man ah ain't Bob
Man ah like me don't get robbed
Man ah man thinks we're cool? We're not
Man ah man chat shit? Man will get boxed
Man ah man thinks that he's that guy?
Man ah like me will make man cry
Man ah man says that he's got gwop
Man ah man got anything he got
Man are badman, man ah ain't Bob
Man ah like me don't get robbed
[Verse 3: Tuckz]
Chat shit, get your wig dismantled
Straight soldier if you wanna battle
They don't want no beef like cattle
Cuh man ah go straight nuts like cashew
You're not bad, just stop all the hassle
Shut down mic, that's what I can do
Matter of fact, nah, that's what I plan to
Man are ill on the mic like atchoo
It's all mad when I roll up
Dem man dere just gassed like cola
Get mad real quick, bipolar
See my face pop up like toaster
It's Tuckz, that poom poom poker
Brought the ting, knock just like sosa
Man ah take your girl at the altar
I'm a sick guy, yeah, I done told ya
[Verse 4: Ezro]
Man wanna fuck up the vibe and atmosphere
When I'm here, they're at most fear
If you're on a gas ting, you will get clear by the air
Tell a man don't watch or stare
I murk radio, tell an MC get headgear
You don't want shells to the head
I murk beats on the track, but dun know
I'm tryna get a peng ting straight to the bed
You will take Ls if I roll with the big punks
Do it for the fun but I'm tryna get big funds
Right now, I ain't really got income
So I gotta fuck up the beat like [?]
I go dumb with the flows, I'm a sick one
Never take Ls in the L, I get wig ones
Man spray a sixteen, I spit one
See me in the Blue bits rolling with the sick thugs
[Verse 5: Tyzz]
I'll spit a 957 to get man scared
Thinks he's a big man cause he's got a beard?
I will jack him, tax him
Like I'm taxman over here
Chat shit, I'll spear man here, spear man now
Chat shit, get punched in the brow
Head will get buss off the ground
This bang will make you wonder like wow
That was the madness, pow, I'mma go lethal like B
Doomsday, we'll sting you up, be like bees
You man [?], fam, you're cheesy
I don't wanna hear it, dem man are chiefies
I'm going hard, doing my music
Fam, I'm going hard out on the streets
While you man are sweeping up leaves
While you man are sweeping up leaves
[Verse 6: Goldie]
I'm from the BR1
Don't think that you're gonna see man run
If you come, can't trust me, that would be dumb
Chat shit, man ah get spun, get bun
Get hit with the [?] straight in the lung
Right hook to your eye, then your high top gone
I'm the lyrical bomb, don't diss my dons
Otherwise, your life will be long and
I'll run to the back of your gaffe
And I'll grab your Mac
You won't get your laptop back
And you can try grab your MAC
But it won't be that
You will get smacked with the bat, boom
Dash the door when I walk in the room
Make any MC see his doom
Like Tutankhamun
Man are soon gonna see their tomb
