[Intro]

Good evening ladies and gentlemen

You are listening to the sounds of Elro

On this track we have some dirty grime

Me, Manga and JME

[Verse 1: Elro]

140's kinda quick so I mix up syllables pitching shit

I feel naughty, but kinda' big, like a one plus nine nought billion shit

Quick, I've had a million hits, I've met a million pricks

Brought gold billion wicks, I was tricked by an elderly dick

Who said flames are the lame til you're rich

I get brain-ache writing blocks but I battle with the pen like cattle

I think my main aim’s mainly wrong like a toddler playing with a rattle

That’s filled with bombs and pills I can't pay the bills

Cause I wana get fucked so I drink the meals

I feel screwed in my head

Like a moof on my hen or a goose with a benz

I give a battle on a sixteen pay to play

Cause I ain't battling a wastekid day to day

Hate is based upon the scale of these haters hating next to the people who are rating and my scale of love to hate is like bomb to a plant or a whale to a snake

It's blatant I'm great but the stakes are high so it's rare that I'm well done

Done, I'm like a chick with a big bum

Jerk rice and peas can please my brain with ease

I'm like a black man trapped in the body of a geek its peak

Despite my skin-tone my ringtone is ghetto as a crack duck with a crack pipe as a beak

Ghetto as a man whose whole life savings are saved in the gold of his teeth

[Verse 2: Manga]

Elro hollered for a feature so I said

"Yeah bai cool, no hassle"

He said "Write on a wordplay ting"

So I came here and started scribbling on Scrabble

But iManga like apple

Keep spitting til I get hoarse no saddle

Tired of these pussy rappers sitting in a chain

But they ain't saying anything bunch of vajazzles

Ha flow's off the rails, I came here now trained to battle

Eat any beat, choo-choo as I travel

Ha, you know? you get it?

Rail, train, choo-choo travel, I just left my own self baffled

Yo I play the game hard dem bwoy these grains are filled like cattle

[Verse 3: JME]

Hey yo Manga say that again "choo-choo travel" please explain that again

Cause some listeners didn't quite follow you

It went over the head like hair follicles

Oh yeah it's me

It's JME on the track, I'm a geek

Trapped in the body of a black man see

I'm the opposite of Elro call me Orle

You're shit go jump in the toilet

I'm on a roll here, please don't spoil it

Come against any of us three you will get hit over the head with a whatchamacallit

I wanna make P without anybody noticing like a psyscho, or a raspberry or a receipt

You can call this monetary deceit