[Intro: Jammer]
Neckle, Slew Dem
Yo
[Verse 1: Jammer]
When I touch down, everything gets messy
Might see me smoking on the blessy
Don't eat meat, rudeboy, man are veggie
When I come around, everybody, they start to get edgy
You man, you ain't ready
I won't get my teeth punched out like Ghetto
I'm not D Double but I'll make man echo (OURGH! OURGH!)
[Verse 2: Ears]
They're not ready, flows? I've got many
I'm too much for them, so not any
Guy can test Ears, 'cause I'm the best here
No one can tell me that I'm not heavy
Empty belly, starving
I made a little, but I wanna make more like Demi
They can't step to me, not in my league, man
Trust, they're not ready
[Verse 3: Gully Rainjah]
Yo, I write beef, bullets dem ah rain like showers
And fill a man's chest and his vest
In his girlfriend's breast
And the rest of their friends are all cowards
They're not on the beef ting, hiding for hours
I just pick niggas out like flowers
Take out two niggas like the twin towers
You man are all cowards
You ain't on comin' near me 'cause I'm lyrically powered
[Verse 4: Slickman]
Don't think 'cause Slickman flex noble
That Slickman won't make you look like Bogle
Lick out your head back like them wickets at Oval
You can't say I never showed you
You're a prick, man, chattin' shit, man
True say your girlfriend ah wine up on Slickman
See the clip, man; the one you licked, man
Round my finger, I should push it straight up and hit man
[Verse 5: Tempa T]
Catch him at the back of the flats
GRIPS!! BANG 'IM!!
You're on the floor
No movement, you're on the floor
Catch him at the back of the flats
GRIPS!! BANG 'IM!!
You're on the floor
No movement, you're on the floor
[Verse 6: Chronik]
I'm not Spider-Man
But I'll come to your ends and find a man
Stick a man to the wall like Spider-Man
Then be out of your ends like Spider-Man, yeah (CHRONIK!)
I'm no superstar
Don't take me for no superstar
I don't care who you are
I'll shoot up the side of your car (BRAP!)
[Verse 7: Pit]
I get nuts and bolts
In beef, come, don't pair, and I rock boats
Rock boats with ropes and I lick notes
If I lick notes, hit boats 'til my shit broke
Nuts in the brain, I've still got loose bolts
And it's streaming through my veins like a thousand volts
Didn't know? Better get to know
'Cause I'll bore you up if you say so
[Verse 8: Akala]
Nigga, listen
When I spit on the riddim I kill 'em
Every single villain say that it's brilliant
Move militant like Che and Castro
Overthrow whole governments with a rap flow
Spittin' on a track, bro? Kinda got the hang of it
Kinda like Tyson so we used to bang a bit
I am not parallel to another livin' soul
Flow with me, come take a stroll with me through livin' hell
Spittin' well? That's quite an understatement
Verse so heavy they will crack through the pavement
Imagine what it'd do when it crack on your skull
Cuzzy bangin' like my hammer when it jammin' with a quick flurry
Hotter than a curry
Hot, it gets bloody
You're not a top shotta, better make another duppy
Soft as a puppy, tryin' to gwan t'uggy
I'm livin' in the trenches, you never even get muddy
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