[Verse 1: Stormin]
Name brands on and my chains all swinging
Agent's calling, my phone keeps ringing
Get singalongs, the crowd keeps singing
S-A-S-A-S-A-S
That’s my team and we’re all winning
Check my bank and walk away grinning
Got a peng chick, not looking for women
Worked hard for this, I never got a bring-in
The hype master, that’s what I’m the king in
This is our year, we’re gonna make a killing
Not trapping, not drilling
You ain’t been through what I’ve been in
When I was young, it was Zs I was flipping
Now it be nuttin' but dances I’m ripping
'Cause I wear blue don’t mean I’m cripping
You know the face, I’ll murder any riddim

[Verse 2: Harry Shotta]
I spit spectacular, venacular
DnB ambassador causing a massacre
Lyrically gassing ya, Slazenger attacking
The track in a way that you ain't ever heard from an amateur
Oh, the audacity
Too much tenacity
Six minds link to formulate strategy
Selling out shows all full to capacity
And I don't switch teams, man's not Nasri
Causally make pound moves, so your faculty
Fall like Babylon the Great, what a tragedy
Moves with the times or you'll get left behind
We're ten steps ahead in a different kind of academy
And no, we're not a crew, the crew ting's dead
No life in them tings, we're a family, actually
We stay bless and got bare success
'Cause everyting we got just come naturally
[Verse 3: Skibadee]
Hah, turn the M-I-C on
I came to the rave with no I.D on
Any guy step to this, I be on
Nah, fam, shut your mouth and FlyBe on
Over the heads of the most of the ravers
Better bang mash like spuds and potatoes
Straight to the face with the bass for the haters
I proceed to make papers, check this
MCs said I be the boss
Because I got more stripes than a zebra got
That's the flex like XJ speakerbox
We've got a six man team that eats a lot
You're not ready for the energy, the levels of the mandem
Harry Shotta, Shabba Dan, spitting out random
Stormin, skalabang with another anthem
That's the reason we mic them

[Verse 4: Shabba D]
It's the lyrical dapper
Over the track, I bruise and batter
Stones get thrown, glass gets shatter
Flows so cold to make you start scatter
Hit road just like a backpacker
Get gold just like I'm a trapper
Us four man link up on the set
Dun know say that's your favourite rapper
Don't make man draw for the grammar
We're bigger than bread like old school Shabba
Respected by Wiley, Kano, Ghetts and Giggs
Skepta and Jammer
You can't talk to man about swagger
I buss through just like Mick Jagger
I've been doing this ting from hardcore was jungle
And reggae was ragga