[Verse 1: Meridian Dan]
Yo
I’ve done a lot of shit in my life and it ain’t come around yet, I must move quicker than karma
I’ve cut more necks than a barber
Not a small little scratch you can fix with a plaster
You know me, I’m a grafter
I make money, work hard, play after
Think you're big? You roll with a blaster?
Catch up and you're gonna need more than armour
What do you know about drama?
It's all fucked up when you see man in the Brava
Black tinted 'clava, let off the ting, they're dead like a natural disaster
I am the master
You wanna run your mouth and then beg for an after
When I draw for the ting then we all know it's not about jokes and laughter

[Verse 2: Chronik]
Spin a man’s head backwards, half your team are just actors
Man wanna follow me into the flame? I'll make a man jump backwards
I’m like a thousand raptors, I tear flesh with my hands
I was in jail cos I stayed in beef, blud them man started the beef and ran
I thank God for my hand, couple 80’s, had a black Jack and a slag
Laid down the king of hearts, reverse the whole game like a cab
If I say there's mud in your head, I ain't talking an expensive hat
Trust when I say there's flow in my head, that have gone so sick I’m receiving jabs
[Verse 3: President T]
Nobody runs these streets, if anyone did then I never knew
Back in Meridian I had a crew
Everyone six foot tall and rolled with a dezzy
They were like, "Somebody slow down Prezzy"
I was like, "Nobody can, sorry nobody could"
Draw for the garden spade and a plank of wood
Then I went KFC, what did I order? Wing and a fries
Somebody tell these guys, I mean what did I order? Breast and a chips
Say they got nines, funny how I can't see clips
When I got mines, they were like flies
But I weren't doing up zips

[Verse 4: Flirta D]
F double L, I I with a T
Been doing a g
Tearing up stage, tearing up dough
One man army, tearing up flows
F double L I R with a T
Been doing this since early g
Tearing up stages, tearing up beats
One man army, tearing up fleets
Tearing up shows like [?]
[?]
Know that my style was not for the [?]
Still on my g-r-i-n-d
[Verse 5: Milli Major]
So we will fire 'pon them boy dere
So we will fire 'pon them boy dere
So we will fire 'pon them boy dere
Diss my crew, we'll fire 'pon dem
So we will fire 'pon them boy dere
So we will fire 'pon them boy dere
So we will fire 'pon them boy dere
Diss my crew, we'll fire 'pon dem
Roll like this, how many MCs got flows and lyrics
They ain't soundboys, just jokes and gimmicks
When I write rhymes, no limits
Big in space, big in [?]
Should have slapped the judge when he sentenced Merrick
MCs call me out, I can't hear them
It's like they ain't got no credit