[Intro: Jammer]

Neckle, Slew Dem

Yo

[Verse 1: Jammer]

When I touch down, everything gets messy

Might see me smoking on the blessy

Don't eat meat, rudeboy, man are veggie

When I come around, everybody, they start to get edgy

You man, you ain't ready

I won't get my teeth punched out like Reggie

Or Ghetto

I'm not D Double but I'll make man echo (OURGH! OURGH!)

[Verse 2: Ears]

They're not ready, flows? I've got many

I'm too much for them, so not any

Guy can test Ears, 'cause I'm the best here

No one can tell me that I'm not heavy

Empty belly, starving

I made a little, but I wanna make more like Demi

They can't step to me, not in my league, man

Trust, they're not ready

[Verse 3: Gully Rainjah]

Yo, I write beef, bullets dem ah rain like showers

And fill a man's chest and his vest

In his girlfriend's breast

And the rest of their friends are all cowards

They're not on the beef ting, hiding for hours

I just pick niggas out like flowers

Take out two niggas like the twin towers

You man are all cowards

You ain't on comin' near me 'cause I'm lyrically powered

[Verse 4: Slickman]

Don't think 'cause Slickman flex noble

That Slickman won't make you look like Bogle

Lick out your head back like them wickets at Oval

You can't say I never showed you

You're a prick, man, chattin' shit, man

True say your girlfriend ah wine up on Slickman

See the clip, man; the one you licked, man

Round my finger, I should push it straight up and hit man

[Verse 5: Tempa T]

Catch him at the back of the flats

GRIPS!! BANG 'IM!!

You're on the floor

No movement, you're on the floor

Catch him at the back of the flats

GRIPS!! BANG 'IM!!

You're on the floor

No movement, you're on the floor

[Verse 6: Chronik]

I'm not Spider-Man

But I'll come to your ends and find a man

Stick a man to the wall like Spider-Man

Then be out of your ends like Spider-Man, yeah (CHRONIK!)

I'm no superstar

Don't take me for no superstar

I don't care who you are

I'll shoot up the side of your car (BRAP!)

[Verse 7: Pit]

I get nuts and bolts

In beef, come, don't pair, and I rock boats

Rock boats with ropes and I lick notes

If I lick notes, hit boats 'til my shit broke

Nuts in the brain, I've still got loose bolts

And it's streaming through my veins like a thousand volts

Didn't know? Better get to know

'Cause I'll bore you up if you say so

[Verse 8: Akala]

Nigga, listen

When I spit on the riddim I kill 'em

Every single villain say that it's brilliant

Move militant like Che and Castro

Overthrow whole governments with a rap flow

Spittin' on a track, bro? Kinda got the hang of it

Kinda like Tyson so we used to bang a bit

I am not parallel to another livin' soul

Flow with me, come take a stroll with me through livin' hell

Spittin' well? That's quite an understatement

Verse so heavy they will crack through the pavement

Imagine what it'd do when it crack on your skull

Cuzzy bangin' like my hammer when he's jabbin' with a quick flurry

Hotter than a curry, hot, it gets bloody

You're not a top shotta, better make another duppy

Soft as a puppy, tryin' to gwan t'uggy

I'm livin' in the trenches, you never even get muddy