Tekkers Riddim

[Intro: Azza]

And it's that time (Time, time)

[Verse 1: Azza & Adele]

Ride or die for the squad, that’s MO (Bah)

Came a long way from riding around shotting out my demo (Brrp)

So cold I’ve already set fire to the rain before she said hello

I wanna get rich like Lionel but I got a ting called Adele that’s dressed in yellow-w (Hello)

S-still tell a buff ting n-o (N-o)

I know a few lions on the wings but they don’t know Capello

This one classical, deep like cello, man in the middle like Felipe Melo

Told the nеw ting that she wern’t wifey thеn she broke down like an old Renault

[Verse 2: Grima & Ruth Jones]

(Ju-ju-jump)

Jump on the M1 in a black German

Whip looking all Rüdiger, these man wanna know what I’m earning

Come along from riding around on a moped shotting and serving

Man ask for advice on his mixtape

I was like, "Bro, stop it ain’t working" (Allow it, bro)

On set when I’m working

So tell your girlfriend please stop twerking

Welsh chick turn up to my giggs like: “O-oh, whats accuring?“

Fuck that, man, I’m swerving, gotta link Azz' for a show in Berlin

Everybody sounds like us right now but a bootleg B-Tec version

[Verse 3: Mr Traumatik]

Pleased to meet you, hello (Hi)

I'm calm and always mellow (Why?)

I'm smoking Cali packs all day, my lemons are green not yellow (Bye)

I'm blazing bud on the mountain blood, I'm smoking weed in the meadow (Wow)

There's pain in my soul (Argh), I dont mean stepping on Lego (Noo)

I got that gruesome killa flow (Jeez)

Fuck you, pay me gimme dough (Fuck you)

My consciousness is made from light that's why I've got that inner glow (Wow)

I'm no jiggalo (Nah)

I'll make them wind and wiggle low (Uhh)

I-I got dirty slags and bitches lined up in a row

[Verse 4: Harry Shotta]

Best in the game for the longest, strongest spitter in the game, that’s certain (Bruce)

And I been this way from time, when I buss shell suits and man had curtains (What?)

Yeah, I had curtains, never had dough fresh creps and the rest from Burtons (Ohh)

But even when I had no cash in the bank, I’d jump on records and hurt 'em (Woah)

Azz said jump on the ting I was like, fuck sake, you man are straight murking (Cunts)

Higher levels like Daniel Burton, picked up the phone like better get working (Okay)

It’s always a good sign when I hear a tune and Instantly I start smirking (Jeez)

I know it’s going be mad fox in the box for a sick collab, I stay lurking

[Verse 5: Azza]

I-I came in the game (Yeah), and done bare shit, these lot have never done before (Ohh)

My name might be Harry with the magic flow but I ain’t riding with Dumbledore (Bloaw)

I got a ting that’s five-foot exactly and her back looks wonderful (Lovely)

I hit the jackpot, anytime she rolls over, we called it Thunderball

I been doing this ting since Liam Gallagher banged out Wonderwall (Yeah)

Bare man used to be our friends but they’re not now 'cause they got too comfortable

I got feds all over me at the minute but fuck that constable (Fuck it)

Tell my baby girl, you look bare sexy when ya eyes look vulnerable

[Verse 6: Grima]

If your gonna take your shot then you better make sure that it hits me

School an MC that ain’t in my class, I’ll make 'em history

I’ll be doing it quickly

My trigger finger is itchy

Any MC try a war with my guys then we roll on them like a Blitzkrieg

It’ll get sticky (Ahh)

I ain’t one to try it with it’s too risky so just miss me (Ahh)

I'm gonna light my spliff, one-sixty, there's a big tree

On my own trail like a brickie

Shotting CDs on the black market, now I’m on the same flyers as Nicki

[Verse 7: Mr Traumatik]

You dirty baggage handler (Yeah)

You look like bag head Angela (Wow)

Please don't piss me off, you bitch, I'll grab the slag and strangle her (Die)

I bet you any money I will because I'm an avid gambler (Yes)

If you don't like me headbutt a goat with massive antlers (Bloaw)

I put weed in my spliff (Yeah), your sticking crack in yours

Please don't piss me off you prick 'cause I'll be cracking jaws

I'm causing tragic storms, people say: "You're savage, Traumz" (Savage)

If you don't like me head butt a bull with massive horns

[Verse 8: Harry Shotta]

(Thank you, Traum-to-the-mat')

Thank you, Traum-to-the-matic, pass the mic to this acrobatic

Animal, new nickname, that’s T Rex, when we flex it’s an automatic classic

I don’t write weak verses, autopilot mode

Go Booth and smash it

Man gave me his mix CD, I heard two bars and I had to dash it

Straight out the window (Yeah)

Heard a couple man collabing it sounded liked, "Erm, it’s alright"

When you heard you this collab it was like, "Bingo"

This is how you ting, it’s a case study for the competition

Body bagging 'em, toe tagging 'em, crack a magnum, that’s tradition (That's tradition)