[Intro]

It's Rynsa Man

[Verse 1: Grim Sickers]

Yeah, stick it on him until he can't stand up

I'll start raining on his wig like dandruff

Round the corner, what's that? That's mad stuff

Slumped him there, don don should've manned up

Hundred bagged up, fifty bagged up

Black bin bag him, make sure you get bagged up

Bedroom bagged up, whole crew bagged up

Bet against Grim till your bank gets bankrupt

Crew'll get nyammed up, spin a top boy, that's another two bags up

Your swag don't match up

I'm Merky times M, that's Ghost Writer Catch Up

If my bars sound old, go away and come back two weeks in a row, that's another new batch up

Top boy clapped up, neck get grabbed up

Chest get stabbed up

[Verse 2: Hitman]

Yeah, I get wheels, dem man don't

The wordplay that I pack is cutthroat

Mention my family, there's no hope

Man ah purchase a big ting and turn man ghost

No, it ain't magic when your headtop floats

Laugh out loud when you get that joke

Dem man are good boys, they won't even know

You ain't no shotta 'cause you move couple Os

I know real Gs, dem man are road

Ain't got no heart, dem man are cold

So, think, why did you wanna act up?

Man'll remove your jaws and get slapped up

From the look in the eye, I can tell you ain't rough

You man are moist, wet like cloth

Check out the CV, dem man ah flop

Some get deals and then get dropped

[Verse 3: Blaydez]

I shot food from a farmer

Not no zoo but I roll with the llamas

Like Chief Keef, ain't round for the drama

Man don't ever wanna see me blow

So when I'm on the road, man roll with the armour

Think you're safe? Got guys in Lewisham

Tottenham, even got guys in Ghana

So don't think cuh we ain't in the same ends

That a man can't get himself spun, no Sama

Mandem in the bits roll out with the heat

Roadside gets hot but it ain't no sauna

Man don't wanna get hit with the sawnoff

Holes in chest, whole body gets torn up

'Cause of the life they live

They ain't gonna start ringing off shots till the clip get worn up

Growing up, mandem ah show no love

Cuh getting snaked up was the life I was born up

[Verse 4: Myles]

I'm here to enjoy myself at the party

I don't drink too much 'cause if I drink too much

Then I might start talking darg shit

Wine up a random ting in a bait place

Where it ain't safe and people be talking

And start thinking "oh well" to my girl

But I'm sure that I'll be sorry in the morning

Wake up sweating and I'm yawning

Bumbaclarted, I ain't yardie

But I might start talking some yardie

A wah di bumbaclart bloodclart rahtid?

Grim, I'll rip man like their body's

In the bottom of the Lock down Camden Market

Leave 'em deceased, I'm a beast and I'll take your beauty

Like I was your typical mixed-race teen

How you mean? How you mean? Thought you knew about the team

[Verse 5: Big Zuu]

Like why you wanna come with your bad talk?

Talk like you're on it but you ain't ever backed war

You're more on ducking out of ends like Stanmore

Man don't wanna get banged raw

Leave man with more than a bad jaw

Cuh the hits hit heads like dank draws

Find it hard to move like pack stores

Don't fuck with my gang, or

You'll hold bangs

Anybody fuck with my dans, hold bangs

Talk 'bout your gun, man hold bangs

Only thing that you ah shot is grams, so

For the gas, hold bangs

Don't think that you're bad for the chat, hold bangs

Like a whip that writ off, fam, you'll get scrapped

I done said that you'll hold bangs