[Chorus: Jammer]

Top producer (rudeboy)

Top producer (rudeboy)

Me sit behind the computer

Me sit behind the computer (behind the computer)

'Cah man are top producer (’cah man are top producer)

'Cah man are top producer ('cah man are top producer)

Me sit behind the computer

Man have got the whole game on one riddim

[Verse 1: Wiley]

I’m hearing my name; they're saying my name

I'm still street; playing the game, I'm loving the game

I'm not asleep; wide awakе, I'm hot in the game

My name's Wilеy, that's that Eskimo boy

I’m hearing my name; they’re saying my name

I'm still street; playing the game, I’m loving the game

I'm not asleep; wide awake, I'm hot in the game

My name's Wiley, he’s the Eskimo boy

Let me show everybody who's hot out of us and you

What have you seen? What have you been through?

I know trouble, trouble said he don't know you

I know beef and beef said he don't know you

I had war, war said he don't know you

I done crime and crime said he don't know you

I'm street, street said he don't know you

I know sufferer, sufferer don't know you

I know hungry, he said he don't know you

I know who's who and who's who don't know you

I know empty belly and he don't know you

I know robbery and he said he don't know you

I know .38, he said he don't know you

I know hustler, hustler don't know you

I know ghetto, ghetto life don't know you

I know badboys, badboys don't know you, yo

[Verse 2: D Double E]

Lyrical dan, d-dat's me, me

If you want to come clash me, me

Any day you can meet me, me

Mess with me, me

Budubup- with man like me

One man soldier, that's me, me

Draw for the mash, that's me, me

Get shot on the spot, that's you (who?)

Bare MC think they're heavy like metal

Say they've got dough but they ain't got a shekel

Seen a big gash looking effed like Ethel

Them MCs better hide before I switch like Jekyll

Cool and sekkle before

I sting your ice kettle just like a nettle before

I draw for the metal in the belt buckle therefore

Don't wanna start trouble with the Double

When I'm warmed up I'll leave you in a lyric blood puddle

Greet you with arms, not talking a cuddle

The doctor can't put you back together like a puzzle

So hold your mouth shut like you're wearing a muzzle

On your face you'll be wearing my

Knuckle imprint to the side of your temple

You're just simple, get popped like a pimple

Who's on the mic? D Double, not single

[Verse 3: Footsie]

Get bare right hooks, bare left hooks

Bare uppercuts, bare headbutts, I

Left your face with bare cuts

Don't mek me get deep and draw for the mutts

Get bare right hooks, bare left hooks

Bare uppercuts, bare headbutts, I

Left your face with bare cuts

Don't mek me get deep and draw for the mutts (murkery)

Mmm, don't make me mad

I'll make your mum and your dad real sad

And no one's glad

When they're at the funeral dressed in black

You ain't really ready for the deep impact

So blud, I suggest you stand back

Before you quickly get smacked

By the front of the gat, that's that, that's that

I will kidnap you and beat you in shifts

First I'll start with twelve till six, then

Then I'll let you rest for a bit, then

Even let you heal for a bit

Then restart, my schedule won't lift

'Cause he could have been [?] on the bottom of the bits

You'll get bare right hooks, punches and kicks, then

Me and Jammer change shifts

[Verse 4: Kano]

Look, from city to city, from town to town

From lamppost to lamppost, we run the roads

From TECs to nines, from nines to MACs

From MAC-10s to mad friends, we've got the most

From city to city, from town to town

From lamppost to lamppost, we run the roads

From TECs to nines, from nines to MACs

From MAC-10s to mad friends, we've got the most

Look, from lamppost to lamppost, we run the roads

So, war? That's right up my street; that's my cup of tea

Heat that's right in my reach, we're all from the street

We're all from violence, crime, theft and stress

Clearly I'm a KA that talks BS

Put a bullet in your screwface, double-O-P-S

Let me just address, down below we rest

The underground taking over the overground

All over town, K, I'm in the picture now

Want no amount less than a long figure now

"Kano won't amount to nothing

Just another broke n***a puffing away his money till the smoke kill him"

Who's him? I'ma be king

I'ma be doing this 'til I'm crowned kingpin

See me doing this oversea

Ran away with the game, if you want it back, find me

It's war

[Verse 5: Crazy Titch]

You don't wanna look round my way

Or they're gonna have you shook round my way

Chaps and chain get took round my way

You'll get a right hook round my way

Pussy don't get suck round my way

Plenty hoes get fuck round my way

You'll get a gun buck round my way

Round the back of a truck round my way (Oi oi oi oi)

Round my way, it's off the heezy

Bullets get let go very easy

Open up your chest and you're breathing wheezy

My style's not grime, it's very greasy

Got shit on lock like [?]

N****s get kidnapped, they're like "please release me"

Round my way, draws get sucked

Plenty hoes get fucked, you'll get a gun buck

MCs ain't really relaxed, you chiefs fucked

Lyrics that I spit are way too much

I'm too hot to touch, you'll get burnt

On the school playground, I never learnt

Know a lot of dough has to be earned

Many new corners have to be turned

Round my way, we don't care who you know

We just get gwop, we just shot for the dough

[Verse 6: Sharky Major]

Shark's got lyrics for the rainy days, I've got lyrics for the wars

Lyrics for every course, lyrics that'll bury yours

If it's wars, don't want to go at it

Guarantee you'll be the first one on all fours

Spray that? Can't spray for shit next to me

Don't ever spit, you're counterfeit

Mind your neck back don't get slit

Or worse, you whole wig get split, one target

I've seen various guys, don't know why

Some try come on the mic like tough guys

And it's just for the session, I don't hear the aggression

I'm like "what's he playing at? What he's saying can't be that"

Rap or gangster, I rep it well

Fuck sales, just give me a beat and I'll eat it

Bring any MC who wants to face me

I will defeat the prick, I ain't losing it

That's good news for some

Sharky step on the mic and just blaze

Toaster; spitter; on stage I'm roasting n****s for fun

Bring most your men, watch most your men get done

Been spitting like this from day one

I might stop, make a few concepts, then come back

To what I'm used to doing: a reality check

This war shit's what I expect

[Verse 7: Capo]

Hang man with shoelaces, buss cases

Splurting police stations, wet faces

Capo drum blazes and amazes

Rip flows in faces, get the papers

Tallest skyscrapers, money makers

Movers and shakers break fakers

Thinking that they up to par, I'm like nah

When I split, man's like "rah"

Yo, call me hater 'cause you know I hate your takes

And if I see you at a show, might break your face

Wanna roll with man? Best get your skates

You wanna test this? Best draw your brakes 'cah

Jammer done upped the stakes

And now we bun fakes and dump them in lakes

Try front just 'cause you push weights

Make you do sums with two 38s

Gotta get that, add that, grab that

Man still want beef so we stab that

In between where your chest and your abs at

For the cream, my team will rush that

Load up the tings, then buss that

Want war? No time to discuss that

Fat paper stack, man loves that

On top of my game, yeah, trust that

[Verse 8: Hitman Hyper]

Yo, I've got quick manoeuvres

If I switch, I'll buss sick manoeuvres

Draw heat and buss clip manoeuvres

Me and my dogs, we're hip removers

Yeah, I've got quick manoeuvres

If I switch, I'll buss sick manoeuvres

Draw heat and buss clip manoeuvres

Me and my dogs, we're hip removers

I've got the skill to make your blood spill

When I draw my steel and get ill with the nine mil'

Nobody move, nobody get hurt

'Cause I'm ready to put you all back in the dirt

I'll make you hold licks, but not from my palm

You're gonna hold them from the butt of my gun

I'm a swift man, quick man when I manoeuvre

Top notch man with the German Luger

I'm not a cute man, never was a pretty boy

I look mean and I walk with a mean toy

A mean toy? That's my nine mil'

Ready to rip out any badman grill

For real, yeah, that's how I feel

No matter what manor you're from, you'll still get peeled

For real, yeah, that's how I feel

You better lock me up without no appeal

[Verse 9: Monkstar]

I'm gonna spit words like a fax

I ride like a train on tracks

I'm too hot, you'll melt like wax

I deduct MCs like tax

You can't relax

Spitting heavy then leaving cracks

So just watch your backs

Lyrics kill like the way anthrax attacks

So when you come out of your apartment

Watch your back 'cause I'll reach for the glove compartment

And pull out the MAC, lights go black

I'll make you eat bullet like a snack

Knock out your teeth so you don't get plaque

You can't spit, I'll lyrically hijack

Sharper than your whole pack

All their heads will get crack as I spit on track

Now on that track, it's you I'll lap

As you collapse, [?]

You're not bad 'cause you got one-two little chaps

I'll leave your teeth with gaps, perhaps

Where you walk, I'll leave traps

Kidnap you, make you eat my scraps

Make you work until your back snaps

Drawn a line here so you better step back

[Verse 10: Esco]

I'm Escobar

You can't ramp with the diddy diddy Escobar

Black gats, chrome gats, Escobar

Fat tracks, know that, Escobar

Take your fat chaps, Escobar

And I'll blaze up any track, Escobar

Any back chat? Brap! Escobar

And that kicks and slaps, that's Escobar

[?] and bats, that's Escobar

That's merky

I've heard you, now you hear me

I'll rile you, will you rile me?

I'll show you, will you show me that

I'm a little prick and you're a real OG?

Nah, 'cause I know that you can see

I'll rough you up kinda easily

Couple headlocks leave man's chest wheezing, B

And I'll rough man up for no reason, B

And it's an all-year-round gun season, B

So grab your .38 and come see me, B

'Cah my star nine make an MC star jumpy

TEC-9 make an MC tek time, and I

Never really beat around the bush

I just beat my strap and hide man behind the bush

And if you nah ready for the war, boy, just shush

[Verse 11: Ratty]

You want fire? I'ma turn the heat in the game

That's so crazy, everybody's out for fame

They're all lazy, no skill, lack the flame

They lack the brains, they're only in the game for the name

They want fire? I'ma turn the heat in the game

That's so crazy, everybody sounds the same

They're all lazy, no skill, lack the flame

They lack the brains, they're only in the game for the name

I spit a flame in the game, straight roast 'em out

Roast 'em all out, I'ma spit toast 'em out

'Cah they ain't worth calling out, whole of them bawling out

On the roads still stalling out

PC couldn't start to touch

[?] chrome ting start to clutch, devour them 'cah

Threats I'm sending 'em, bullets from the Caribbean

'Cah dem are chat show host like Letterman

Up against better men, raised by a veteran

[?] World War 3 that might never end

Never friend, put a shell in your bro

Fuck around and have [?] your hole

Listen up, nah, no time for fizzing up

Your boys wanna war? I'll have your boys kidnapped

Missing up [?] fizzing up the back of the road

Well, listen up a second time, though, I've already told ya

[Verse 12: Durrty Goodz]

Yeah, overall, who be the best overall?

Who be the wickedest overall?

Who come fresh overall? Who bun the most cess overall?

Over and over

Overall, who be the best overall?

Who be the wickedest overall?

Who come fresh overall? Who bun the most cess overall?

Over and over

Overall, I be the best out of all

Bwoy test, you're 'bout to fall

You coulda fat, skinny or small, long and tall

You coulda tough like a concrete wall

Doogz never stall, fi go mash up any dancehall

Ah go mek di girl scream and bawl

And you know me deya ready fi go bun a fire pon a boy

If him ah flex like RuPaul

Ayy, soundboy, if it's war, my name yuh fi call

My mandem are gunners like Arsenal

Put two hot one up inna di ras' of y'all

Then me haffi go blast your gyal

Ayy, soundboy, if it's war, my name yuh fi call

My mandem are gunners like Arsenal

Put two hot one up inna di ras' of y'all

Then me haffi go blast your gyal

[Outro: Jammer]

Destruction

Only I can do this, yeah?

Only me, yeah?

Make the whole game come together

On a one riddim track

Mi do dat, seen?

Jammer, yeah

Brap