[Intro]
Down at the Essentials headquarters
The time is 0300 hours
South London base
The year 3004

[Chorus: Remerdee & Jendor]
State your name, soldier (Jendor)
State your location (South London)
Who you repping? (Essentials)
You gonna hold it down? (Yes, sir!)
I said are you gonna hold it down? (I said yes, sir!)
Enough talking, let's go (Lyrically defeat, y-ya, y-ya, ya)

[Verse 1: Jendor]
I'm a lyrical defeater, Jen be the red on the meter
Leave man in the ER
I'm too cold like freezer
I be dark, dark, night time creeper, I
I've got more than you think, more than you know
It's that boy Jen blow
Heard they got ticked up round the clock 'cause they watch the clock
The clock watch me, oh my, I'm so high
Master, bring disaster to any
Flow faster than any other n***a
I be doubling figures and pulling different triggers at n****s
Because they're after my spot, can't take my spot
Four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten
Jack, Queen, wish they’ll try jack me
They could never jack me and they can't tell me Jack Frost
End up lost in a lake
[Chorus: Remerdee & Kano]
State your name, soldier (K.A, the boss)
State your location (E.H., East London)
Who you repping? (N.A.S.T.Y.)
You gonna hold it down? (Course I am!)
You gonna hold it down, yeah? (Yeah!)
Enough talking, let's go (Brap! Brap!)

[Verse 2: Kano]
Kano, I step in roads with my creps
Anyone's left, get poked by my [?]
Goes by who's got heart, not by rep
Who aim for hearts, who aim for biceps
Who plays the part, who knows the next step
Who goes and who waits for "get set"
Got the game by the scruff of the neck, propose a threat
Goes out with the streets, propose a TEC
We’ve got flows for next year, flows for this year
Flows for rap and flows for this here
Flows off the rail
Flows to make my boy D Clark kick doors in jail
Flows for soldiers, flows for top dogs
Flows for olders, old school like Pogs
Flows for cash, whose flows ain't cheap
Who flows for gash? Those flows are too sweet
[Bridge: Remerdee]
You gonna hold it down? Yeah
Are you really gonna rep? Yeah
You gonna hold it down? Yeah
Are you really gonna rep? Yeah
You gonna hold it down? Yeah
Are you really gonna rep? Yeah
You gonna hold it down? Yeah
Are you really gonna rep? Yeah
You gonna hold it down? Yeah
On your marks, get set

[Chorus: Remerdee & K Dot Kidman]
State your name, soldier (K Dot Kidman)
State your location (South)
Who you repping? (Essentials)
Are you gonna hold it down? (Yeah!)
I said are you gonna hold it down? (Brap!)
Drop and give me sixteen

[Verse 3: K Dot Kidman]
You're messing with the New Cross blue boss
And you don't have a clue what this kid can do
Joined a crew, yeah, watch your crew
One by one, then I'm coming for you
Yeah, you better just move
We’ve heard your crew and you ain't got no groove
Step in my way, you’ll get bruised
[?] crude attitude so I bruise, rudeboy
You can't come close to the heat
Get out the kitchen, stop your bitching
Flex like chicken, full of stuffing
Heard your dance and I think that you're bluffing
Tell me, rudeboy, are you down for the scuffing?
I’m a real raggamuffin with a spliff and I’m puffing
Big bad wolf’s on the mic, still huffing
Listen, rudeboy, you don't wanna start nuttin'
[Chorus: Remerdee & Shizzle]
State your name, soldier (Shizzle)
State your location (East)
Who you repping? (Ya get me, myself)
Are you gonna hold it down? (For real-ion)
You gonna hold it down, yeah? (Yeah, pussyclart)
Enough talking (Ya get me)

[Verse 4: Shizzle]
‘Cause yeah, it’s all about straight up real-ion
All fake thugs conceal-ion
Who can’t hear, yeah, them dun know them ah go start feel-ion
More than five gunshot, get a million
Don’t be sill-ion, [?]
Bun fire like A P-illion
Pussy get kill-ion, that’s how me feel-ion
Should know say I’m the real deal-ion
Yeah, it’s Shizzle, whole scene man are lack dat ah
If a bwoy feel him bad, man will slap dat ah
Gun man ah pop, dat ah TEC-9, Glock, dat ah
Cash inna stash, man ah stack that
Big chat, yeah, fassyhole, come back dat ah
Physical, not lyrical back dat ah
Watch your back ‘cause I will attack dat ah
Your pocket is fat with cash? I will jack dat ah

[Chorus: Remerdee & 2Face]
State your name, soldier (The Face)
State your location (South East London)
Who you repping? (Essentials)
Are you gonna rep? (Yeah! It’s cool)
Enough talking (Okay!)
Let it rip

[Verse 5: 2Face Pharaoh]
This arm increase two by two
Don’t make me strike you, snap you like pyoom
Cause anarchy, ain’t no attacking me
For the rough man ah spray like pyoom, pyoom
Possess arms, I pop nonstop
Better call bomb squad, be on your guard
The Pharaoh, dubplate dictator
I’m the boss, hand on my heart
Too smart, too much swagger, man
Attacking man with a dagger, man
If a man wanna try challenge my persona
You never know who’s behind your shoulder
Your team can’t match my team
Go get lean as a 1.1
You could never come one on one
On a one-to-one, you’ll get bun, done

[Chorus: Remerdee & Bruza]
State your name, soldier (The Bruza)
State your location (East End)
Who you repping? (The Aftershock massive)
Are you gonna hold it down? (Course!)
You gonna hold it down, yeah? (Yeah! Yeah)
Enough talking (Get me? Get me?)
Let’s go

[Verse 6: Bruza]
The Bruza’s hot like Baghdad
That’s why you and your man are sad
I’ll come around your team like a flashy mash and
Spit a couple little men at your hat
Fill up your belly with bangers and mash
I’m attacking your team like an Afghan
Pap pap, clap clap
Unless, chief, you’re able to back chat
I can’t hear you, blud, you’re mumbling
And the Bruza brings the thundering
And I’ll leave his knee with a puncture in
And make him do a belly dance
And I’ll cave him stomach in and
Sweep his feet from under him
It’s Bruza, Zulu warrior
Worrying you and your worriers, get me? Get me?

[Chorus: Remerdee & Crazy Titch (remix only)]
State your name, soldier (Crazy Titch)
State your location (Stratford, Plaistow, East)
Who you repping? (Boyz in the Hood)
Are you gonna hold it down? (Come on)
I said are you gonna hold it down? (Let's do this)
Drop and give me sixteen

[Verse 7: Crazy Titch (remix only)]
[?] fuck police
Fuck these pricks, I'm the king of East
Crazy's ten out of ten at least
[?] MC with a beast
[?]
[?] right now, I'm gonna breathe, breathe
[?] I've gotta leave
To another scene and make some cream
I'm hot, it's no mystery
These MCs are pissed with me
Your breath's bad, you need Listerine
I'm angry like Mr Bean
You're late, you've missed the scene
Your bars make me laugh like Mr Bean
Right now, right here, hit your team
With a thousand bars, I'll ship your team

[Chorus: Remerdee & Pepper (Gully Mix only)]
State your name, soldier (Pepper)
State your location (South)
Who you repping? (Essentials)
Are you gonna hold it down? (It’s my only option)
I said are you gonna hold it down? (What else have I got to do?)
Drop and give me sixteen (A’ight, a’ight, a’ight)

[Verse 7: Pepper (Gully Mix only)]
Pretty mean with the sixteen, I split spleens
And dash you in half like a TV split screen
Spit tings just to let you know I rip scenes
Then I’m gone, watch my style; just slipstream
Kicks sting better, move from the clique’s beam
Sixteen make you breeze out and big scream
Switch flows that switch beams and switch teams
Your style weren’t ready for the way I switch things
Pretty ain't when I spit eights on dubplates
Eat MCs like Kipling cupcakes
Wanna get rough, mate? Tough, mate
Can’t come close, you’re ‘nuff late
Wanna have cash like Dash and Puff, mate
Step into the rave, gyal dem butt shake
And cut face who really think their stuff’s great
Peps, lyrical klutz
Ever try to touch, you just might break

[Chorus: Remerdee & D Double E]
State your name, soldier (D Double)
State your location (E7)
Who you repping? (N.A.S.T.Y.)
Are you gonna rep, yeah? (What the fuck?)
Enough talking

[Verse 8: D Double E]
Is that a smile on your face? How about I dump in your face
And I’ve got another two in my waist
To put you in place, time, I’m not going to waste
Can you keep up the pace?
Come through with the blicks in the waist
Which one of these n****s want a blicks to the face?
Don’t know about time but I’ve got pure bullets
And boy, if you can catch all of these in your face
Face-to-face, you’ll face-to-face get waste
Doctor can’t fix up that face
Can’t draw gash ‘cause you look at this face
[?] beg for their face
Under my bonnet, yeah, that’s a good place
And sixty miles an hour, that’s a good pace
I’m putting my foot down like I’m ready to race
Ready to write off the smile off your face

[Chorus: Remerdee & Bonezlee]
State your name, soldier (Bonezlee)
State your location (Forest Hill)
Who you repping? (High Grade)
Are you gonna hold it down? (Yeah!)
Are you gonna hold it down, yeah? (Yeah!)
Enough talking, okay then

[Verse 9: Bonezlee]
Lock away your daughters
When they find the way to High Grade headquarters
Watch out for Transformers
Fassies in disguise, you don’t fool us
Certain MCs babylon bawl us
But I be flawless
So I flow high like, high like chimney tops
Over your rooftops
It’s big bag Bonezlee coming out the speakerbox
I like girls in tight tops
Tight jeans, anything, I’m not fussy; strike down a fassy
You see me? Then you gotta see magic
Got matches and [?], I might have to cause havoc
I’m hurting this shit, see, I’m extravagant
You can’t come close ‘cause I’m militant

[Chorus: Remerdee & Stormin]
State your name, soldier (Stormin)
State your location (East side)
Who you repping? (N.A.S.T.Y)
You gonna hold it down? (You know this)
I said are you gonna hold it down? (Yeah, yeah!)
Enough talking, let’s go (Brap, brap!)

[Verse 10: Stormin]
I went away on a little vacation
Put myself in deep hibernation
‘Cause in this game there’s bare complications
Getting myself in weird situations
People tryna murk me on stations
And they put my name in their conversations
I’ll murk them boy, no hesitations
So that means you want war to my calculations
You’re just a moot with no education
To take you out? My stimulation
I’m not a prick, blud, don’t be mistaken
And if I need a mash I’ll check my boy in Beckton
Won’t take me long to find your location
Just to make you look like a black dalmation
Think you’re Jah? You’re a weak imitation
You need to know that I murk every nation

[Chorus: Remerdee]
State your name, soldier (Captain Remerdee)
State your location (South London)
Who you repping? (Essentials)
Are you gonna rep? (You dun know)
Enough talking (It’s the Captain inside!)
Let it rip

[Verse 11: Remerdee]
The name’s Cap Cap, new era like your baseball caps
What'd you know about running with a baseball bat
Don’t play that, just lay back
Thinking of a way I’m gonna launch an attack
Night time’s when I switch to the black
Get dark on a n***a like my name’s Pitch Black
Be at home when it turns night time
And you stay locked up until the sun comes out
I be the medicine cap
Remerdee’s medicine Captain, that’s Cap
Matching jumper, matching cap
Break your neck and I’ll break your back
I stand tall like the Deptford flats
Might see me with the Deptford rats and I will buss caps
Keep setting ‘nuff traps
Leaving gaps on tracks, yeah

[Bridge: Remerdee]
You gonna hold it down? Yeah
Are you really gonna rep? Yeah
You gonna hold it down? Yeah
Are you really gonna rep? Yeah
You gonna hold it down? Yeah
Are you really gonna rep? Yeah
You gonna hold it down? Yeah
Are you really gonna rep? Yeah
You gonna hold it down? Yeah
On your marks, get set
You gonna hold it down? Yeah
Are you really gonna rep? Yeah
You gonna hold it down? Yeah
Are you really gonna rep? Yeah
You gonna hold it down? Yeah
Are you really gonna rep? Yeah
You gonna hold it down? Yeah
Are you really gonna rep? Yeah
You gonna hold it down? Yeah
On your marks, get set