[Intro]
Kweff, kweff
The only one
Hitman Tiga
Op Nation
Opps in the buildin'
Bang, bang
The only one
[Verse]
This one's to the fake DJs (Ha)
How you gonna do a man dirty? How you gonna do a man dirty? (Dirty)
How you gonna ig my tunes like Hitman Tiga ain't certi? (Certi)
They don't wanna see me rise, wanna see me dead on the curb G (Dead)
Sometimes I make sick tunes and I feel like grime ain't ready yet (Innit)
I run set with man and trust me, they're not ready yet (Nah)
But I still show man love, and I play my part in their progress
I was sent to speed up the grime evolution process
It's me, lyrical bad boy Hitman T (Huh)
Rep for the crew man ah call GC (Yeah)
Gritty Committee, yeah, that's my team (Huh)
Money and drugs, yeah, that's my theme (Yeah)
All my bars are rated 18, don't make music for the youngers scene
Catch me chatting 'bout guns and green
Catch me chatting 'bout shit like me
All the girl dem going, "Hitman T" (Huh)
Coulda been a drum and a bass the MC (Yeah)
But I am a gun in the waist the MC (Huh)
Might get one in the face the MC (Kweff)
Hitman T, the goon, the MC (Huh)
Click-click, boom the, boom the MC (Kweff)
Mopstick, broom the, broom the MC (Kweff)
Bury man, then exhume the MC
Man can't war the, war the MC
Still got a ting in the car the MC
If a man patterned my bar, the MC
Couldn't have patterned a harder MC
Hitman T, the farda MC
I touch mic and farda MC
Spit 16 and born a MC
Beat my ting and corn a MC
Man a yardman, no Ghana MC (Huh)
Stomp out man, lagana MC
Man a real boasty, boasty MC
Man a frontline, no corner MC
Kweff gang army, barmy MC (Kweff)
Man beat kweff on corny MC (Kweff)
Hitman T, the warry MC
Fuck you and your story MC
It's Hitman T, not Fetty
One eye closed like Fetty
Wap, wap, wap, no Fetty
Ring, ring trap like Fekky
Man spray crud and tekky
Man bruckshot like Teddy
Man trap bud and Becky
Trap, trap, trap, no brekkie
In a safe house, no settee
Man ah got plugs, no leccy
Man try test my patterns
Bless water, then splash 'em
Don't take checks, man cash 'em
Lines get built and flattened
Don't cat next man's patterns
Can't test Tigz and Jackum
Splash, splash, splash, no chattin'
Kweff, kweff, kweff, no rappin'
Black bin bag him, man ah move grim like Sickers
Man ah real nasty savage, go-go gadget
Hop out the polo, pull out the pogo
Mek a whole crew disappear like magic
You lot are shit, so it ain't that tragic
Wap, wap, wap, that's a John Doe cabbaged
Any MC that nobody misses
Headshot, mek a man sleep with the fishes
Man try spin what I spun, so I span dem
Everyting dead, got corn for your missus
I'm Hitman T, kill a MC quick to the Li like Jet (Huh)
Hitman, yeah, I got heart like Bret (Yeah)
And like Ghetts, I'll change the pace on anyone's set
How you gonna play your shit after me?
Better play German Whip after me
Better not try and spit after me
Dibby MCs sound shit after me (Yeah)
Little bit of kung fu wid a gun too
New style, this one mi call gun fu
Splash man's brains all over the tune
Turn the turntable into a tomb
Turn the white label into a tombstone
It reads, "Here lies any MC wid a screwboat"
Swear down this guy's new though
I'm Tigz, who are you though?
I'm Hitman T, kill a MC quick to the Li like Chun (Huh)
Funny MCs waan chat about bun (Yeah)
Widout the cheese, them funny man ain't ever held gun (Nah)
If I ever draw for my .38
Swear down you won't see 38 (Kweff)
Kill a MC before my sixth bar
Swear down you won't see 38
I'm Hitman T, kill a MC quick to the Lee like Bruce (Huh)
Come to your studio, back out my darg and let out a tooth
'Round 'ere, we call that fire in the booth
Man get shell for talkin' all loose
Lick man down while parkin' my coupe
Dem man there ain't bad where I'm from
Dem man there just bad for their crew
[Outro]
The only one
The only one
Always want to be the only one
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh
The only one
The only one