Overproof

[Verse 1: Jammz] Wagwan for the game right now Fam, I can't tell you, no more of the gimmicks Too many hypemen, not enough spitters Big up the mandem, fuck the rasclart critics It's like man run out of ideas, now they wanna MC about us spittin' But it don't make no sense, like tryna say Cell cyaan stand up in a war wid Krillin You dickhead Tell me what food you're sniffin' Matter of fact, where's your shotter? I'll tip him Yeah, you was spittin' that crack in '08 But it's past it's sell by date, how are you still trippin'? It's like some MCs go to sets, but it's peak, cah we don't wanna listen Sayin' that he's nuttin' like he is, but he isn't So now I gotta par MCs for a minutе [Verse 2: God's Gift & Capo Lee] You man chat too much, like gyal you're always acting up Bro, if you got a problem, lеt it be known But you won't, cuh you know that I'll smack you up So chat shit and get your jaw fractured You man are nuttin' but pricks like a cactus Talk the talk online, you can run, you can hide But when the time's right, you'll get captured Hunt man down, like Pokémon GO Then run man down, poke 'em and go End up with holes in your clothes, like a strainer Everyting left stain up and soaked Don't want the hand ting involved Cah my cannon don't shoot videos So when I back my strap, you already know the dealio (Yo) 9 milli, take Billy for a billy goat [Verse 3: Capo Lee] Controllin' my hand when I'm playing this music game (Yeah, yeah) You can’t keep me too close, I'm skeng you'll start losing fame and fans How I came and shelled this little rating fam You spent years in the game just waitin' on man, you little fuckboy In your WhatsApp typin', hatin' on man I got a buff ting, curly hair, waitin' on man I can bun man, simple, a layman term Wanna come around now, 'cause you heard one tune? That was everyting mud, so it came with worms 'Fore that, liff was the latest term Came out the studio, straight to the curb Cats don't know I rap, I never said one word 2013, don't know about stakes Now when I touch down, the whole wave get burnt [Verse 4: Trigga] Terror Danjah, iyah-iyah-oh Real bad bwoy, Shadow Demon, wi no need no alibi Truth mi ah talk, mi nah tell no lie Wish pon mi rest Manchester man Some ah dem wan' talk 'bout gangster ah See a 16 bars from a gangster man Any question, mi have the answer for Kill a MC quick like cancer ah Real talk mi ah talk, mi no chat no crap See the bars them a flip like an acrobat See the English pounds, dawg, that mi stack Take two hit ah dis and pass mi back [Verse 5: Hitman Hyper] It's the heater man I'll come to your dance and reap a man (Wait wait wait wait) I'll reap a man, point blank I'll make you lose litres and When I'm lettin' off quick with the beater fam Might holla Tempa to come and sweep a man (Bup bup) Headback fly metres, and If you wanna get in the way, I'll delete a man Man ah mans frightening, man ah on sight him Man'll bring heat anywhere, Fahrenheit him Squeeze off with the big stick on the hype ting Man'll send man to the sky, satellite him Set man alight, man'll Guy Fawkes Night him Bat man straight in the face, Dark Knight him There'll be nothing left, man'll all right him Rudeboy, tell a soundboy mi nuh like him [Verse 6: IRAH] When my war start, all we can't run weh My gun dem long like di plane pon di runway If a man wan' diss Terror pon Monday Gunshot ah beat all week till Sunday Who fool him up and tell him fi go dung deh? Him have a big chain, come, wi go dung deh When my war start, ah instant warfare I love do infrared, bulletproof can't wait Dem same bwoy, seh dem wan' war Send fi mi bruddas or mi Level Gang Army Hm, 'bout dem wan' violate me? Light up dem head like a Christmas tree Brain ah go jump like bloodclaat flea Informer tark? That nuh interest badman .357 and .44 Magnum Beat it, boobap, ballalalla, clap one