[Verse 1: Jme and Trigga]
Jme, fucking (Gangster)
Yeah you know me and my brother (Skepta)
And you know Trigga from (Manchester)
Yeah he's the n***a on In A (Corner)
Yo, Wiley the god- (Father)
Grime originator, big lyrics (squeezer)
My bloodline fam, Big H the (Soldier)
And his big bro Pablo (Paper)
Don't let me bring Frisco, fucking (Darker)
Bossman with a laser on the (Luger)
Jammer or Shorty, fucking (Ninjas)
Or President T, fucking (Danger)
Send me a beat from (Silencer)
Fling me in a studio, vocal (Chamber)
I creep on the riddim like a night (Hunter)
Or burn down the track like a lyric (Shooter)
Like Klashnekoff, you know it's (Murder)
You know I come with the next (Flavour)
Bars for the radio, bars for the (Raver)
If you ain't got that don't come ('Round here)
Jme (Balaclava)
I roll round your ends, matte black (Beamer)
Yeah, matte black doors, matte black (Bumper)
Matte black bonnet, call me matte black (Rider)
Dun know I'm a (Flexer)
No indirects 'cause I'm not a (Bender)
If I've got qualms, dial up your (Number)
You see my name on the screen of your (Nokia)
Straight
Badman time
Shadow Demon Coalition
Boy Better Know
Hot stepper Murderer
Gangster, Murderer