(Intro: Little T)
Ay
Josh Tate, Little T, BGmedia Cypher
Let's tell em again

(JMD on the beat)

Verse 1: little t
Got a {?} drop it on the end way
Yeah, I'm 'bout to come and fuck, call me sensei
Yeah i won't make bad, don't care what them says
Make your money, yeah everyday, anyway
And they don't wanna chat to me then, so get away
Make your money, yeah everyday, anyway
And they don't wanna chat to me then, so get away
Make your money yeah
I just want to party and bullshit, when a {?} when they see it
I want peeps to look me like i'm filthy rich, spends all his money on weed and chicks
When i pull up to this show when i have a pick, that prick yeah you talkin' like you clapped this dick, tap tap pick never clapped a stick
Daft prick never clapped a stick

Verse 2: afghan dan
Yo tell em' i listen
I'm from blackpool not {?}
Never been a (?), don't chat shit yeah, trust round my end you can go missing
I was on a wing, gonna buy chicken, full board and nobody suck there {?}
{?} and when it gets hot in the kitchen
Man can't ever test me, stop wishing
Been a madman from an infant, different and if i pray man i'm christian
I never spit non-fictions, take a red dot off the map in an instant
Been a madman from an infant, different and if i pray man i'm christian
I never spit non-fictions, take a red dot off the map in an instant
Verse 3: shelton
Yo, uh
Fuck the brats and snakes
Been stabbed in the back by so-called mates
Don't talk to the jakes, no face, no case
If you're running up a place, draw for the blade
Cut up face, red eye from puttin' on haze, ay
Man don't ever do lay like change when i got away
Now I'm back in Blackpool with a baker
I miss my brothers, i miss the ends, you know?
I miss my cousins, I miss some friends, you know?
Wanna splash cash on a Fendi coat, but yeah we'll see man spending those, tryna stack cash what a flat stack in my backpack, man gets slapped if you back chat, big {?} blade if you clap clap
Karate kick to your chin goes snap snap
(your chin goes snap snap)

(Verse 4: Yoongi)
Straight outta' Fleetwood like Jamie Vardy
My (?) Bane never (?) Tom Hardy
Everytime on the mic know I go hard, g
People will all go gassed, yeah, they the best parties
All these mans, yeah, they call me Yoongi
I don't trap never ain't called {?}
Big up JMD on the beat yeah cuz' it's funky
Come with the kicks or we're calling it a punchie
Like what do i say right now?
Bitch boy, get out the way right now
I took bae right now, bet your fate right now
Watch out; if you don't, I will take man down
Straight to the ground, sink right now
{?} there mad 'cause it ain't on now
Yeah, you are just a clown
Shut that mouth 'cause you just smoke brown
Verse 5: jack richardson (ricko)
Knock knock {?} ...
I be tryna' live my life g most of these mans talk shit and try slide me
Fuck labels, I know they can't sign me
R-I-C-K-O I'm too grimy
I'll piss on the streets, the fuzzy can't find me
Hide and seek but nobody finds me
Any MC can get killed off kindly, 64-60 and I'm on that lively
Na-na-na-na-na, they don't have to find me
Anytime, any place, that's why they like me
It's R-I-C-yep-K to the O, it's that seaside man with the flow
Man wanna clash okay then, yep, hold my coat
Then I go for the flow I leave em' exposed

Verse 6: papirus
You know who it is, P-P-Papirus
Killing MCs like coronavirus
Puttin' em' under like Osiris
When I'm on the mic, call me your highness
Like sun and moon i shine and glow
Yeah, that's me with a peppermint flow
So fresh, so clean, straight cold bro
Getting your attention like gelato
Some might not see tomorrow, but that's not yours it's only borrowed
So much pain, strife, and sorrow but i stay masked up just like Mazaro
You can't see my pain but you can hear that ting
I spray venom like a scorpion sting
Come over here as i do my thing
And i shine more than any diamond ring
Bling bling
(Verse 7: Callymansamm)
I am the best of the town, not you
I'm top one, you're not top two
Bad man ting wit' the bad man stew
Nah, but man, you're not part of the crew
Nah, but man, you're not part of the gang
Nah but g you're not half of a man
Nah Callyman, you're Father to man
Too many man not part of my plan
I'm a lil' guy but startin' on a man, bad man ting come clash to the clan
Like PUBG, get bashed to the pan, ask about me take cash from your nan
Leave her head bashed up like a gram, just had {?} i'm an evil man
Evil guy with an evil plan that should be locked down in Azkaban

Verse 8: conlan
C to the n and i'm back with a bang, back on gram I slew your gang And if you chat shit follow through with a bang
Don't wanna hear man swore that he stacked them bands
If they did then i roll through with a man then i get her gassed up for a pic on her gram
C to the n {?} no doubt
When i walk in a {?} full of ounces of cash
Jump on the beat espe- like on a track that's facts
Any man daring to clash if he's acting mad
I'll stage this, smack with a mic in hand
Mate we got bars and bars that'll run out the pad if he's actin' then he's gonna get (shing) but i save that shit for after the clash you're gonna get par'd with a {?} are you mad?

Verse 9:(jordan peterson)
I am back with a bang
Too many man wanna chat to the gang
Too many man wanna talk online
That's why so many man get banged
Too many man wanna talk on my name but they don't say shit when it's on sight
Make MCs do the walk of shame, you're not worthy if you're not in my line
Let me get back to this
I go hard with the bars and I wrap this spliff
Fuck anybody that chats your shit
Yeah, less of the talking pass the biff
Look, i go sick, hit 'em with it, I kill it all
Don't interrupt if man's not finished all
Used to hate now, now they be listening look
Catch me for writin' bars or billin' up