S.K.I.T.Z.

[Intro: Jammer] Neckle, Slew Dem Yo [Verse 1: Jammer] When I touch down, everything gets messy Might see me smoking on the blessy Don't eat meat, rudeboy, man are veggie When I come around, everybody, they start to get edgy You man, you ain't ready I won't get my teeth punched out like Ghetto I'm not D Double but I'll make man echo (OURGH! OURGH!) [Verse 2: Ears] They're not ready, flows? I've got many I'm too much for them, so not any Guy can test Ears, 'cause I'm the best here No one can tell me that I'm not heavy Empty belly, starving I made a little, but I wanna make more like Demi They can't step to me, not in my league, man Trust, they're not ready [Verse 3: Gully Rainjah] Yo, I write beef, bullets dem ah rain like showers And fill a man's chest and his vest In his girlfriend's breast And the rest of their friends are all cowards They're not on the beef ting, hiding for hours I just pick niggas out like flowers Take out two niggas like the twin towers You man are all cowards You ain't on comin' near me 'cause I'm lyrically powered [Verse 4: Slickman] Don't think 'cause Slickman flex noble That Slickman won't make you look like Bogle Lick out your head back like them wickets at Oval You can't say I never showed you You're a prick, man, chattin' shit, man True say your girlfriend ah wine up on Slickman See the clip, man; the one you licked, man Round my finger, I should push it straight up and hit man [Verse 5: Tempa T] Catch him at the back of the flats GRIPS!! BANG 'IM!! You're on the floor No movement, you're on the floor Catch him at the back of the flats GRIPS!! BANG 'IM!! You're on the floor No movement, you're on the floor [Verse 6: Chronik] I'm not Spider-Man But I'll come to your ends and find a man Stick a man to the wall like Spider-Man Then be out of your ends like Spider-Man, yeah (CHRONIK!) I'm no superstar Don't take me for no superstar I don't care who you are I'll shoot up the side of your car (BRAP!) [Verse 7: Pit] I get nuts and bolts In beef, come, don't pair, and I rock boats Rock boats with ropes and I lick notes If I lick notes, hit boats 'til my shit broke Nuts in the brain, I've still got loose bolts And it's streaming through my veins like a thousand volts Didn't know? Better get to know 'Cause I'll bore you up if you say so [Verse 8: Akala] Nigga, listen When I spit on the riddim I kill 'em Every single villain say that it's brilliant Move militant like Che and Castro Overthrow whole governments with a rap flow Spittin' on a track, bro? Kinda got the hang of it Kinda like Tyson so we used to bang a bit I am not parallel to another livin' soul Flow with me, come take a stroll with me through livin' hell Spittin' well? That's quite an understatement Verse so heavy they will crack through the pavement Imagine what it'd do when it crack on your skull Cuzzy bangin' like my hammer when it jammin' with a quick flurry Hotter than a curry Hot, it gets bloody You're not a top shotta, better make another duppy Soft as a puppy, tryin' to gwan t'uggy I'm livin' in the trenches, you never even get muddy