EXT. CAR PARK - NIGHT

[Chorus: BeTheGun] The beeper is in pieces and the phone is off the hook But the message is loud and clear The beeper is in pieces and the phone is off the hook But the message is loud and clear [Verse 1: Lee Scott] I'm in pole position, chillin' cos I know I'm winnin' This isn't rap, this is autistic vocal stimmin' Listen, Homer Simpson but with stoic wisdom Diss an' get publically owned like socialism Fuck your party, I'm apolitical I'd rather drink on me bill in the basement, miserable But I'm in your face blitzed And you still can't see me like Man U players in grey kits [Verse 2: King Grubb] Fuck sobriety, pushing white and b in the priory Don't admire me, I'm a boss so you can't fire me I like my women how I like my ginger beer, fiery Simply selling this shit is considered simony Simple simon says 'that bullshit won't fly with me' Everyday is christmas so I light a tree My mind's eye's asleep cos I been getting high all week You got the sauce but I'm different gravy entirely [Verse 3: Black Josh] Machete swinger, a heavy drinker I popped a pinger, my comedown Ben & Jerry's watching Jerry Springer Never gave a thought towards what I was getting into Not a thinker, tried to cook the liquid ket inside the Ninja Big dog straight out the ken to the Barbie house Far from how I started out, barring out Turn my music up when you can’t be loud Barbiturates can’t calm me down Finessed you, ya camp knew… Barca’s ground [Verse 4: BeTheGun] The beeper's buzzing, the phone is ringing There's a subtle interference on the line so don't say nothing That van across the street has got no business in a place like this I don't like it, I don't like it one bit The secret weapon is to keep 'em guessin' So that long after they've gone home they're still discussing The thing they witnessed, or thought they witnessed But couldn't but their finger's on The curtain twitches, blink, I'm gone [Verse 5: Tony Broke] I crack my bottle open with a machete Tony Broke, trying to teach the kids on the ezzy It's heavy, from the 15 to the L8 Don't get your head slammed in hell's gate Now Satan's your cell mate We're not well mate, I prefer my pupils to die late than too early From the North End to Kirkby, stay wary Of double agent traitors and nay sayers It's cold on the city streets, in the sun, wearing eight layers [Verse 6: Salar] Screwing the system in superposition Cult of The Damned; 21st Century ruling religion Who could envision this? They asked me to tone it down But I consider "fuck you" a euphemism Love me or hate me, I'm God My fans love me a lot And hater's mouths are quantum-locked to the jock A nice guy but flip like Bronson, Chopper or Brock Sink a full-court shot with a millisecond on the clock [Verse 7: Sly Moon] Royal Slyness, I got 10 quid in my pocket on the flight to Cyprus Choppin lines with my driving license Mind preoccupied with violence Sniper at the poker table with my rifle silenced I’ll leave you a permanent sleeper, collectin Souls like the reaper Then vanishing from the scene in a cloud of smoke from my refer Soul reader, I CTRL+ALT delete ya' with the heat seeker Face stoic like a beef eater [Verse 8: Bill Shakes] Lardy dardy, one man barmy army Down Ewood, shoutin' like I'm Party Arty Mardy argy bargy Knock your lights out like a retarded sparky Charged at the derby, Blackburn Marcus Garvey on charlie Bill will build it in a tsunami Wax on take your wax off you like Mr Miyagi [Verse 9: Sleazy F Baby] The spectacular, money hidden in Panama Slide tackle ya', while they tryna run after ya' Blah Records the label, we like the mafia You’d have better chance playing Lisa Maffia Backflipped out the room, slid down the bannister Shotgun the same size Tyrion Lannister Outside your door like a Christmas caroller Turn London to Ayia Napa and Manny to Malia [Verse 10: Sniff] Yo, I call the shots can't afford to stop Three gram of danks for a forty spot Call the ops, like what? Think you're the shit? Of course you're not Point a forty Glock to your head top But I'm not in the state shotting red tops I'm on the estate cropping Cali strains, sipping Alize You're peoples might catch a stray [Chorus: BeTheGun] The beeper is in pieces and the phone is off the hook But the message is loud and clear The beeper is in pieces and the phone is off the hook But the message is loud and clear The beeper is in pieces and the phone is off the hook But the message is loud and clear The beeper is in pieces and the phone is off the hook But the message is loud and clear