[Verse 1: D Double E]
I think I need pen and paper
Think it time to bun another faker
Do me an MC turn translator
Mix my data with their data
But what does that equal, blud imitator
If you deny that blud, you're a hater
I can hear your style's getting baiter
Don't you know that I'm the originator?
Do my ting on the road medicator
Serving food but I ain't no waiter
Might do my own be making my paper
Papapa blud I make you do me a favour
Don't be slipping blud I will take ya
Don't be sleeping blud I will wake ya
Then send you straight back to your maker
Cause wanna get a flight back to Jamaica

[Chorus: D Double E]
Right now its a loooot
If i pull out the ting right now its a loot
If i empty the ting right now its a looot
See the amount of feds its a looot
Park up in a car lot its a loot
Dont wanna get caught, dont wanna get gooot
And be behind bars till i rooot
Twenty to life yeah thats a lot
[Verse 2: D Double E]
Everyday it's the lemon im squeezing
I gotta get the P’s in
Man are grinding hard in the freezing
With the dirty stank man are breezing, fast
Bare man are still competing
Dont you know that on a quantum leaping
Forget the class bud lets have a meeting
At that meeting youll get a beating and till youre sleeping
And it will have all of your family weeping and pleading
For man to come forward
Friday night man are murking forward
Got that food that ?
See a man make it
This is the title man are gonna take it
Dont mistake it
Give me your neck and ill room the wake here ?
And till i break it youre not gonna make it
Man ain't scared of any man
We touch mic make sure ? man
Got deep powers on the mic that will send a man
Put your money on it gonna need more than a ? maaan
Man ain't scared of any man
We touch mic make sure ? man
Got deep powers on the mic that will send a man
Put your money on it gonna need more than a ? maaan
[Verse 3: D Double E]
I'm on my way to stardom
Anybody test me on the way, I will scar them
Wanna test me? I beg your pardon
More time If it's not worth it, I par them
Cos it's obvious I bury them in the garden
But they still try to hide out like Laden
Still acting stiff and hard and
From E7, I'm gonna bar them
I'm gonna set them on fire just like an arson
That will teach them for acting like an arse and
Don't wanna spend a couple weeks in the basement
You're likkle wastemen, nah I can never face them
I'm gonna spit sick till I fill up the basin
Newham Generals, we come like the Freemasons
Got deep powers across the nation

New generation
Yo yo
Im ready to do this ting
Its no hats no hoods
Promising
Dirty stank's the label
Welcome to Newham, soon come
Big up dirty canvas
Hold tight magic
ITS WHO WHO