[Intro: Big Narstie]
Yeah
Make some noise for man like Monkey
DJ Spyro, let's introduce them to the world of grime
AKA you know them old school shellers

[Verse 1: Monkstar]
One-two, one-two
Listen
It's gonna hit deep in the gut start vomiting
Bring up the past
Squabbling about the foundations until your legs start wobbling
Delete if there's much gossiping
My art is boggling minds
Not even I can find what's wrong with him

[Verse 2: Big Narstie]
It's the N dot A dot wow
It's the N dot A dot wow
It's the N dot A dot wow
Proud and fat, fat and proud
Now, everybody shout out wow
Air Force 1s on my feet like wow
N double A like wow
Top boy wow
Big Narstie Show like wow
Man on the mic like wow
Large up Monkеy, building, wow
DJ Spyro on the decks like wow
Big Narstiе Show man say like wow
[Verse 3: Kano, Big Narstie]
Ay let me give 'em some old school (Go on)
Way back, ay
I wait too much
Spit like a dan don't say too much
Don't roll the rave zoot up
My crew's up for it they're way too nuts
You could say I'm marga, I don't do weights too much
But I'm so heavy you thought I weigh too much
No I don't rate you much
Like I box, my boys can't wait to break you up
Like or not, gotta say Kane's moved up
You seen how many girls that Kane's moved up?

[Wheel-up Interlude: Big Narstie, Kano]
That's all they're getting
That's all they're getting
Big Narstie Show
Let's do it
You're drawing me out what's wrong with you
Come on
Sounds of the Sir

[Verse 4: Monkstar]
Easy
You're standing over me like you're over
See I'm not over seas
Till I grow to be, boy I over eat
Till my loan exceeds
Hold that p it's not owed to me
Still won't show till it's overly known in these
Still smoking heeps as I roll the beat
Gold in me at the end and it's ready to blow windy
Hopefully warming globally
But now I'm only known locally
Seen as a nobody
Am I dead? I'm ahead, sing with no body
Why should I if my life doesn't flow simply?
I'm just trying to come at every angle
Till there's no degrees that's still tangled
[Verse 5: Kano]
I'm from the hood but it's just home and ain't no place like home sweet home
There's a whole deep of heat on the street, some plastic and some chrome
I'm old school like classics
I love a one on one but I can play gun on gun
Some talk a good game but they ain't practical
And they won't clap the tool
Clap old n***as, I'll clap n***as in school
If you don't wanna play gun to mum, let's play knife to wife
I'll stab bitches I'm cruel
Why waste a clip I'm poor
If it's war I might roll up to the whip
Open doors and [hold up your bitch] ya noise
You might see my face in a magazine
Or in a fur coat in FACE Magazine
'Cause they're spreading the word down from raves that I been
And they're bringing the purse out to pay for my [team]
I couldn't give a shit, I'm breaking the scene
Making a scene then start making the cream
Seen? I got a gang with me
And we all walk with a gangster lean
You're all talk, you don't wanna ramp with me
There ain't no jokes or no pranks with me

[Verse 6: Big Narstie]
N dot A dot
I'm the best dot
V dot I dot
You can't handle the flow what I got
Live it I'm boot up
Bring that dough
Reign like snow
I'm on a million, I bust a ting in your face
Pain when the fat boys rage
Airstrike when I touch mics, sonic boom! I'll blow the place
Four-five on the regular
Four-five spin barrels don't leave no trace
Cock it back, don't fuck up the [base]
[Wheel-up Outro: Big Narstie]
Yeah
Yeah boy
Represent the concert me and you