[Hook: Hitman Tiga]
Oi, oi, oi, it's a next ting
Can't murk Hitman T on a next ting
Showerman, duppy MCs on a next ting
Straight headshot an MC on a next ting
Oi, oi, oi, it's a next ting
Man have got mad next skills on a next ting
Dibby little spitters get killed on a next ting
Touch mic and get wheeled on a next ting
[Verse 1: Hitman Tiga]
Ergh, my whip game's stupid
My brick game's stupid
My nickname's stupid
My trademark ergh
My chick game's stupid
My kick game's stupid
My nickname's stupid
My trademark ergh
[Verse 2: Young Jah]
Man wanna take my lyric, try remake my lyric
Then imitate the way I spit it
No, tell a man that's a next ting
I've got a new bar, new bar, make your head spin
And if you ain't got a clue, darg, we're the next in
I couldn't care 'bout who's hard when the decks spin
I'll spin any MC, go and put your bets in
They ain't on what I'm on, I am on a next ting
[Verse 3: Flirta D]
(Legendary) Di-di-di-di-di bare ener-ener-energy-y-y
Rudeboy, that's a next ting
F with the L-I-R with the TTTT TTTT
Rudeboy, that's a next ting
F with the L-I-ighning, what about thunder?
Rudeboy, that's a next ting
I bi-di-di-bi-di-di-bi-di badder-da-badder-da-badder tune-une-une
Rudeboy, that's a next ting
[Hook: Hitman Tiga]
Oi, oi, oi, it's a next ting
Can't murk Hitman T on a next ting
Showerman, duppy MCs on a next ting
Straight headshot an MC on a next ting
Oi, oi, oi, it's a next ting
Man have got mad next skills on a next ting
Dibby little spitters get killed on a next ting
Touch mic and get wheeled on a next ting
[Verse 4: Lyrical Strally]
Dem man over deh suh
Don't want it with the L Esser
Punchlines are so complex
That you've gotta say it twice like Djemba Djemba
Dem man over yah so
Don't want it with the El Chapo
Sixteens are so sweet that you've gotta
Put in the freezer next to the gateau
[Verse 5: Nasty Jack]
No, you can't diss Jack
You're not Jack, I'm Jack
All of my tunes, they jack
All of my goons, they jack
Who get? You get jack
Who's that Jack? I'm that Jack
Can't say Jack, I say Jack, not a tiny jack
Get a Skepta, Stormin, Wiley, skengman, lengman Jack
[Verse 6: Stormin]
It's the storm man farda, used to go hard
Now I go harder
Might be skinny, but I'm sure not marga
See me with the geezers drinking a lager
I will still eat up a guy like chicken masala
Not a lot of people believe in karma
I'm like Bassman, inna di corner
Bunning marijuana, mi ah di farda
[Hook: Hitman Tiga]
Oi, oi, oi, it's a next ting
Can't murk Hitman T on a next ting
Showerman, duppy MCs on a next ting
Straight headshot an MC on a next ting
Oi, oi, oi, it's a next ting
Man have got mad next skills on a next ting
Dibby little spitters get killed on a next ting
Touch mic and get wheeled on a next ting
[Verse 7: Jammz]
Yo, I said shabby
Old school like when your don said shabby
MCs wanna drop two dead tunes
Can't chat shit to me like say they're shabby
I said hold on, you're not shabby
Roll to your set blacked out like a cabbie
Cuh when I body MCs on the set
I ain't gonna tell man it weren't me like Shaggy
[Verse 8: Grim Sickers]
On a next ting
Tap man out, [?] when I'm wrestling
Whole next punchline cave your whole chest in
Catch man while he's stretching
Or at gym when he's big weight benching
Wipe out his mid section
Tings start flying from the waist like western
Send him to the sky like jettison
[Verse 9: Jamakabi]
Sekkle MCs
You nuh wan' the beast release
Straight face, me nuh skin teeth
Dis ah no play Disney, neither no CBeebies, you nuh see it?
Big man ting, you see me?
Strictly ice me use to chase di Henny
Alright, now me ready fi go bill a zeggae
OG kush, see me?
[Hook: Hitman Tiga]
Oi, oi, oi, it's a next ting
Can't murk Hitman T on a next ting
Showerman, duppy MCs on a next ting
Straight headshot an MC on a next ting
Oi, oi, oi, it's a next ting
Man have got mad next skills on a next ting
Dibby little spitters get killed on a next ting
Touch mic and get wheeled on a next ting
[Verse 10: Black Steve]
But I stay ready, tell dem boy dem nuh ready
Dem man are light work, us man are heavy
Talking this talk like say I won't
Come to your crib in the morning like Lorraine Kelly
Shank that will take out your back and belly
Hot boy but you know me cold like yeti
Shout out my darg Teddy
He loves to bang straps, he's a firearm jezzy
[Verse 11: J Wing]
Don, trust me, I know that lyric he said ain't fi me
Ain't Eastenders, name ain't Billy
Ain't Will Smith and it sure ain't Filly
Man see pussy, might free willy
You see me? Think I won't shell? Silly
Doing my ting since Devons on telly
[?] Freddy
From T called me up, it's a next ting
[Verse 12: Tiny G]
War with a milli though
More like Billy Mitchell, not really road
Never been a block boy, holding [?]
I was on the block way before my billy goat
I'm turnt up, fam, let me know
Any hype to the team, get a punch in the throat
I go hard, shit can get critical
There will be a burial, trust
[Hook: Hitman Tiga]
Oi, oi, oi, it's a next ting
Can't murk Hitman T on a next ting
Showerman, duppy MCs on a next ting
Straight headshot an MC on a next ting
Oi, oi, oi, it's a next ting
Man have got mad next skills on a next ting
Dibby little spitters get killed on a next ting
Touch mic and get wheeled on a next ting
[Hook: Hitman Tiga]
Oi, oi, oi, it's a next ting
Can't murk Hitman T on a next ting
Showerman, duppy MCs on a next ting
Straight headshot an MC on a next ting
Oi, oi, oi, it's a next ting
Man have got mad next skills on a next ting
Dibby little spitters get killed on a next ting
Touch mic and I get wheeled on a next ting