[Intro: Flowdan]
What you saying, you're talking?
About music, and mix CDs, yeah?
Well hear what I'm telling you, yeah
Say No More
Show N Prove, drop that
Yo, Jesus
[Verse 1: J2K & Flowdan]
Yo, pass the mic and let the work run over this
Over time, we run over this
Yo, bun inna di revolution, tell dem come outta dis
Soundbwoy fi get run outta dis
Yo, I make the change swiftly, smooth with the pass over
Be careful of the mark over
No one tell me nothin', I'm dumping out somethin'
It's a big man ting because I trample out somethin'
Yeah, look, I get involved in a bit of that, littlе bit of this
Give you bit of that and I give you this
But you nevеr know when I'm gonna creep
I use my shaolin technique and start dump inna dis
Cold breeze in the mist when I shut down central
Anything surrounding me's all mental
Presidential
Who told you we don't get experimental? Manga
[Verse 2: Manga, J2K & Flowdan]
It's so simple
It's why these little MCs can't try holla at the big dargs
'Cause we're well out their range; no signal
Nugshot man are dumping, no pistol
Water pistols man fire in the disco
Wet T-shirt punks in the disco
Let them know, show them how the flex go
Who's next, though?
[Verse 3: Riko Dan, Manga, Flowdan & J2K]
Dead! All informer fi dead
Mi nah save no lead, start bawl and a-beg
Mek gunshot fall on your head, mi have mi tall [?]
[?] mi nah beg
Yo, because the money that I make stays under the bed
Can't get inna my way or nudge man again
I'm on the run like Kunta, bad from mi born like Munga
Roll Deep, dun dem again
Jesus, don't make man let the ting go
Don't go jumping yourself out of the window
I see the whips but don't see the rims though
So sinful, what an insult
Wah gwan? Weh di mandem ah run go?
Mek mi jump inna race ah ta bomba
Mi bad like di yout inna Congo
And mi ah start from beat out mi gun like bongo
It's over, bombahole, smell thr aroma
Ready for the war, ready for the takeover
You ah talk 'bout cold but we will get colder
Run down a bwoy inna mi old school Rover
Don't make me get extra hard
I'll put an X on you with the marker [?]
Marker, mark up the prices, we bring the vibes in
While the rest of them ah sound lifeless
Look, they're all lifeless; got no energy
Deadstock; headtop; that's where I send shots
Ten shots, that's what we squeeze after them lot
Run up in your yard with your gyal and make the bed rock
I'll make the bed bump then make the breasts jump
Jiggle, take a pic for the desktop
Snap, lights, camera, action
I can't stay still 'cause I'm over-active
They're not like me, man are over-acting
Over-acting, I'm so relaxed with
Yeah, a couple hot gyal round me
Some brand new gyal outta town round me
Big money sound round me, Dollars, Yen, Euro, Pound round me
True, I'm one away, nobody don't sound like me
Hello, hello, is it me you're looking for?
Good looking, I gets it cooking
Who else writes a song with no hooks in?
Still gets along with no bookings
Yeah, that's all nothing 'cause I still look fresh
Walk with God 'cause I feel more blessed
You know how it goes: less money, more stress
And I gotta get some of them music cheques
