Trippin'

[Intro] I know you know it Trippin' You know it You're trippin' You know it You're trippin' You know it Trippin' I know you know it Trippin' You know it You're trippin' You know it You're trippin' You know it You're trippin I know you know it Bluku music! [Verse 1] Must be daft, must be trippin' If I ever catch man in the ends slippin' I've got the balls like Michael Jordan I've got the balls like Scottie Pippen Catch man with the family skinny dippin' When I pull out the ting, trust me, you'll be dippin' Into the water, into the woods I've got mumsy and I've got paps - he's good What'd you think, you've got heart of steel? I know you wanna block man, still But I'll dunk on man like Shaquille O'Neal Dunk on man like Shaquille O'Neal Yeah, yeah, I'm a shooter from behind the lines just like Steve Kerr Kill them with a, with a three-pointer Way mana move, man I move super [Chorus] I come first, not second or third By the fourth, five balls send a man to the hearse I come first, not second or third By the fourth, five balls send a man to the hearse I come first, not second or third By the fourth, five balls send a man to the hearse If you wanna come and get your head burst Draw for the big verse, you go first [Verse 2] Must be daft, having a laugh A wah di bludclart, a wah di rass Cah us man here, yeah we fill out the dancehall Them man there can't even fill half Us man here reloading a kilo Them man there reloading a half That lyrical rep that you're holding blud, I will snap that in half Lyrically, I make you drown in your own bloodbath Just for a laugh Then I give your girl my autograph Gotta get up in her because she's got class When I saw her walk past, I was impressed by the big breast and big arse Had to step back and look like "RASS!" Gonna be the first one, can't be the last [Chorus] I come first, not second or third By the fourth, five balls send a man to the hearse I come first, not second or third By the fourth, five balls send a man to the hearse I come first, not second or third By the fourth, five balls send a man to the hearse If you wanna come and get your head burst Draw for the big verse, you go first [Verse 3] Bidi-bap-bap Must be having a bubble, bubble Must be having a bubble bath Lyrical war, yeah, that's my craft MCs wanna try follow my path I can tell you now, they're not gonna last When I do my ting and I put it on blast Man of the future, man of the, man of the Man of the future, man of the past Don't like me then kiss my arse 'Cause, I'm in a different class You can be a student in my class If you need some good advice, ask Promoting music, that's my task Gotta mind out for the snakes in the grass Man might go to the feds and grass Money up, now you're back down on your arse [Chorus] I come first, not second or third By the fourth, five balls send a man to the hearse I come first, not second or third By the fourth, five balls send a man to the hearse I come first, not second or third By the fourth, five balls send a man to the hearse If you wanna come and get your head burst Draw for the big verse, you go first [Outro] Straight after, I'm gonna shake the earth Spit my verse, leave a curse and make an MC rehearse, reimburse his verse or look forward to the worst, reverse Not gonna stop 'til we come first And I know it hurts to know we're gonna buss And you'll get left in a hearse, zipped up in a bag just like purse