[Verse 1]
Run up on a man like "are you tipsy?"
Get my work on, it's time to move shifty
Punch up man, now the feds wanna shift me
Looking for the Five-O man, fuck fifty
Officer Nicholas, dem wanna nick me
Bun them man, man ah move on swiftly
Herb lit and the roads get misty
I don't give a fuck if it's risky
I tell a officer, "suck your mum and pickney"
You can't say "watch your mouth"
I ain't inna no lip read
But bun them, man are tryna progress at quick speeds
I'm double U, all you need is a big Z
Big Z double U, [?] come from radio and rip G's
I ain't talking tough when I flip G's
MTP, we're the crew, can't shell down
Make two, two black boys ghost like Kenan and Kel now
We ain't on a funny man ting like a David Chappelle crowd
But we got bars that'll make your girl proud
When she lock into radio
But if you walk in the building, you'll probably smell loud

[Chorus]
Cuh man are more loud than the loud from down
But normally I do shell crowds
And man can't talk with my dans
Cuh you'll be pranging for dargs who bell hounds
Quick punches, a whole bang is a bar
That bang, now they want intel now (dere, dere)
They're tryna holler, man mad for you
Man are all sad and I don't give a hell now

[Verse 2]
MTP, see the crew got shellers
Full of normal dons and drug sellers
All on job, can't eff with the fellas
Sweet boys get wrapped up, Fruitellas
Shower down mic, you will need umbrellas
Out for P's, I wear love with letters
My Team Paid and we're out for the cheddar
Share the dough, make paper cut like shredders
They can't shower down mic with tekkers
Any girl wanna touch wod like peckers
You man are sheep, while we're shepherds
You ain't original with it, you copy methods
Jump on the riddim, it gets peppered
Enter the grime scene, things got bettered
Jump on the riddim, it gets peppered
Enter the grime scene, things got bettered

[Chorus 1]
Cuh man are more loud than the loud from down
But normally I do shell crowds
And man can't talk with my dans
Cuh you'll be pranging for dargs who bell hounds
Quick punches, a whole bang is a bar
That bang, now they want intel now (dere, dere)
They're tryna holler, man mad for you
Man are all sad and I don't give a hell now

[Verse 3]
You can have all of your boys in the background
Screaming your bars, but that don't mean that you're hard
Your boys shred cuh I know that you won't get far
Told them I'm Tempa T with the pars (them pars, eh)
Try send, but you won't get far
We ain't in the same class
My lyrics' meaningful, your bars' shit, just ask
You're shit, just ask
You ain't levels, the mandem will tell you fast
Might as well quit and focus on next craft
Send us a target, are you dumb?
Bars too cold, might kill him with the drum
Write that down, might kill him with the drum
I'm in the studio, running out of time
So I'm billing it fast, yeah I'm billing it fast
Cuh first year, I set it with riddims and dubplates
Thirsty, wanna be first in a come race
Any second, that's a dumb pace
DMC's a size second on a Long Dane
Levels, you're only a third
I don't really know if your song's raced
I don't really care if it's free
Cuh I don't really fuck with the don states
All the bad shellers better put me forth
I ain't talking numbers, if you ain't clocked
I'm gassed with the .45, cuh I don't war with the dumpers
Man still on beef like five gang [?] six guys
Saying that you'll draw for your bumpers
Saying you got tings in jumpers
[?] to the sixth gang
That I'll make manaman understand why I roll quick punches
You'll get stunned like [?]
Swung in your shoulder like seven [?]
You'll get bun like a eighth
Lyrically, fam you got no weight
So, if a man set pace
You'll get murked in one less than a nine bar
And you know that it's straight
Ten out of ten for my grind-hards

[Chorus 1]
Cuh man are more loud than the loud from down
But normally I do shell crowds
And man can't talk with my dans
Cuh you'll be pranging for dargs who bell hounds
Quick punches, a whole bang is a bar
That bang, now they want intel now (dere, dere)
They're tryna holler, man mad for you
Man are all sad and I don't give a hell now

[Chorus 2]
Cuh man are more loud than the loud from down
But normally I do shell
And man can't talk with my dans
Cuh you'll be pranging for dargs who bell
Quick punches, a whole bang is a bar
That bang, now they want intel (dere, dere)
They're tryna holler, man mad for you
Man are all sad and I don't give a hell, cuh
Man are more loud than the loud from down
But normally I do shell
And man can't talk with my dans
Cuh you'll be pranging for dargs who bell
Quick punches, a whole bang is a bar
That bang, now they want intel (dere, dere)
They're tryna holler, man mad for you
Man are all sad and I don't give a hell, cuh

[Chorus 1]
Cuh man are more loud than the loud from down
But normally I do shell crowds
And man can't talk with my dans
Cuh you'll be pranging for dargs who bell hounds
Quick punches, a whole bang is a bar
That bang, now they want intel now (dere, dere)
They're tryna holler, man mad for you
Man are all sad and I don't give a hell now

[Outro]
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