[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
