[Verse 1: Shizzle]

Anyting goes, all di face get scar up

Man play with knife like guitar

Face get scar from far up, face get wreck like a car up

Never, ever gonna have a bar

Inna war, never, ever stall up

Bwoy coulda beg, dem coulda ball, but blood still ah fly pon di wall

Blood flow like waterfall up

No need fi send fi di tall up, tall up

Anyting goes, all di chest get caved in

No time to talk, 'llow debating

Straight to the point, 'llow the waiting, yard mentality

Ignorant, very angry, unruly

Never gonna back down, I march like a soldier

Hear voices like revolver

Come across bare firearms like my bredrin named Soljah

The tall up'll separate your head from your shoulder

[Verse 2: Purple]

I'm still stealing bullshit from SLT

Three times a day

I'm still travelling on London underground

But still man don't pay

Your girl's still saving my number in her phone

But under "madre"

Come on, blud, let's get real, this is the road

Things ain't never gonna change

Man dem still blaze punk everyday

Even though it's out on the road for a reason

And man dem still squeeze over drug Ps

Even though money's the new religion that they gave us to believe in

Baby mum's still grieving

She starts pleading again 'cause it's love she's needing

Her baby dad's leaving

And that's a next Black child that will get no teaching

[Verse 3: Jendor]

I don't think anybody really wanna get bodied

'Cause I'll put their body in the back of the lorry

The bobby on the beat, bodying the heat so I hit street

They don't know that I lyrically defeat

I lyrically defeat

Any MC that can't play with me

Can't MC with me, you should pay a fee

Like my name was Jay-Z but I'm me

J-E-N to the D

O-R, thought I'd told ya my name before

Leave bare breddas on the floor

Leave anybody bleeding

MCs lyrically bleeding on the floor

'Cause I leave anybody bleeding on the floor

I'm the reason MCs write more

Tryna sound like me but they sound poor

Wish that Jen would walk through the door

[Verse 4: Akala]

Yo, roll wid us or you'll get rolled over

It's time now, the wait is over

Roll wid us or you'll get rolled over

I will never sit when it's time like revolvers

Y'all n****s bogus, I flow too ferocious

Get brushed to the side like dirt off my shoulders

I'm stone cold 'cause my whole body's froze up

Put the pressure on you punks, yes, you will fold up

You're childish, my flow grown up

Like Bush, I just love to see stuff get blown up

Fuck Bush, on the real, he's an arsehole

I come with a style so slick like Arsenal

Why n****s talk like they're vicious-est

But the pussyholes probably really got a clitoris

I hit 'em with the sickest shit and yes, it is deliberate

From another planet, cousin, you could never visit it

When I get to spitting it, they said he is the wickedest

For n****s on that killing shit or Billy in the villages

Killing and I'm pillaging n****s with tinted images

They're never in the hood like Black-run businesses

Yet they're talking all that killing shit

You with a stick, cuz? I cannot envision it

I hit you with that n***a shit if you don't put a stick in it

You talk a lot of nothing and I'm bloody fucking sick of it

[Verse 5: Wariko]

I'm a dads when I'm on it

Put your flows in a bodybag when I'm on it

My flow stinks like fag when I'm on it

You ain't ready for me, take a step back when I'm on it

My flow gets fast and slows down when I'm on it

A who di boss, cyaan run from it

Tapioca fi come outta your mouth like putty

I've got the lyrics like the mutton in a patty

I told 'em already, I'm hot, you'll melt when I'm on it

Starving, I'm like your pops with a belt when I'm on it

Stain up your top like red felt when I'm on it

I've got hood love, I'm always felt when I'm on it

Some of them are bait, they blatantly hate when I'm on it

I'm a natural at this, man, meant to be on it

Sometimes I feel quite God-sent when I'm on it

I'm Superman like Clark Kent when I'm on it

[Verse 6: Babycham]

A thousand percent of you MCs bluff

You might get known but you ain't gonna buss

Sound like the rest so you sure ain't sussed

That stuff ain't enough, it means nothing to us

Like just cause a mix up

And get your head buss, you'll be screaming "enough"

And I'm not feeling this stuff

All this tryna act rough and you're not on the stuff

So you best fix up, 'llow the mix up

You won't like the sight of getting gripped up

Now it's so bad you picked the bits up

Food emits when you ran your lips up

Now you're thinking it's not worth it

You're in the worst shit and you don't deserve it

You'll get served quick

You might be known, blud, but you're not worth it

[Verse 7: Ryder]

MC Ryder, not even on their radar

I write bars all day, star

In raves, it shows, Ryder's a don

'Cause trust, "Slu Wasteman" is the biggest eight bar

I've got class on riddims

I've got bare fans singing my bars like hymns

I know MCs that need to catch up

And they need a quick boot up the arse with Timbs

If you don't know how I'm strapping these bars

Like Stormin, I took two draws on the zoot

I knew when I strapped these murky bars

They were gonna be better than yours and your crew

I get big applause for my tunes

The level goes up every time that I write

This is Ryder, the bars are coming quick fast

And the crowd go nuts when I rhyme on the mic

[Verse 8: Fresh]

Yeah, I'm in the game like EA Sports

Drop a hot line, see a replay, course

Now I've got hype, don't try bread

Your hype was shorter than a three-day course

Now you're tryna go on like say you got the game locked

Murked who, where, when and your name's what?

I'm fogged out Fresh

And whoever said they can murk me got your brain washed

Don't ever try

Flow better than my flow? Don't ever lie

Wanna link Fresh for a clash on the radio?

You're swag so I'm like "no, never mind"

I've got slang that don't ever die

Got a black heart 'cause I don't ever cry

So bring your whole crew down

Heat of the moment, I won't ever fry