[Intro]
It's Rynsa Man

[Verse 1: Grim Sickers]
Yeah, stick it on him until he can't stand up
I'll start raining on his wig like dandruff
Round the corner, what's that? That's mad stuff
Slumped him there, don don should've manned up
Hundred bagged up, fifty bagged up
Black bin bag him, make sure you get bagged up
Bedroom bagged up, whole crew bagged up
Bet against Grim till your bank gets bankrupt
Crew'll get nyammed up, spin a top boy, that's another two bags up
Your swag don't match up
I'm Merky times M, that's Ghost Writer Catch Up
If my bars sound old, go away and come back two weeks in a row, that's another new batch up
Top boy clapped up, neck get grabbed up
Chest get stabbed up

[Verse 2: Hitman]
Yeah, I get wheels, dem man don't
The wordplay that I pack is cutthroat
Mention my family, there's no hope
Man ah purchase a big ting and turn man ghost
No, it ain't magic when your headtop floats
Laugh out loud when you get that joke
Dem man are good boys, they won't even know
You ain't no shotta 'cause you move couple Os
I know real Gs, dem man are road
Ain't got no heart, dem man are cold
So, think, why did you wanna act up?
Man'll remove your jaws and get slapped up
From the look in the eye, I can tell you ain't rough
You man are moist, wet like cloth
Check out the CV, dem man ah flop
Some get deals and then get dropped
[Verse 3: Blaydez]
I shot food from a farmer
Not no zoo but I roll with the llamas
Like Chief Keef, ain't round for the drama
Man don't ever wanna see me blow
So when I'm on the road, man roll with the armour
Think you're safe? Got guys in Lewisham
Tottenham, even got guys in Ghana
So don't think cuh we ain't in the same ends
That a man can't get himself spun, no Sama
Mandem in the bits roll out with the heat
Roadside gets hot but it ain't no sauna
Man don't wanna get hit with the sawnoff
Holes in chest, whole body gets torn up
'Cause of the life they live
They ain't gonna start ringing off shots till the clip get worn up
Growing up, mandem ah show no love
Cuh getting snaked up was the life I was born up

[Verse 4: Myles]
I'm here to enjoy myself at the party
I don't drink too much 'cause if I drink too much
Then I might start talking darg shit
Wine up a random ting in a bait place
Where it ain't safe and people be talking
And start thinking "oh well" to my girl
But I'm sure that I'll be sorry in the morning
Wake up sweating and I'm yawning
Bumbaclarted, I ain't yardie
But I might start talking some yardie
A wah di bumbaclart bloodclart rahtid?
Grim, I'll rip man like their body's
In the bottom of the Lock down Camden Market
Leave 'em deceased, I'm a beast and I'll take your beauty
Like I was your typical mixed-race teen
How you mean? How you mean? Thought you knew about the team
[Verse 5: Big Zuu]
Like why you wanna come with your bad talk?
Talk like you're on it but you ain't ever backed war
You're more on ducking out of ends like Stanmore
Man don't wanna get banged raw
Leave man with more than a bad jaw
Cuh the hits hit heads like dank draws
Find it hard to move like pack stores
Don't fuck with my gang, or
You'll hold bangs
Anybody fuck with my dans, hold bangs
Talk 'bout your gun, man hold bangs
Only thing that you ah shot is grams, so
For the gas, hold bangs
Don't think that you're bad for the chat, hold bangs
Like a whip that writ off, fam, you'll get scrapped
I done said that you'll hold bangs