[Chorus 1: Jon E Clayface]
Keep up
When I touch mic, everyting heat up
They wanna see Clay on the feature
Letting off shots like a nine millimetre
Come again, try telling them try keep up
When I touch mic, everyting heat up
They wanna see Clay on the feature
Letting off shots like a nine millimetre
[Verse 1: Jon E Clayface]
Which one of them took me for a waggler?
I'll leng a man down if I have to
Please don't come around here like you're bad, bruv
Man get licked in the face with bad luck
Them man are sideways like crabs are
Man shot cro, now he thinks he's a trapstar
He ain't down for the war but he wanna buss banter
What? He's a dickhead rambler
Yeah? Cheeky
See, I make this ting look easy
Don't rate none of dem guys dere, sleazy
Bar dem are wack, dem ah sound so cheesy
Outshine you, man are bright like sun
You ain't a top boy, never been one
Man can't open his mouth, then run
You're far from a top MC, you'll get spun
[Chorus 2: Jon E Clayface]
Keep up
When I touch mic, everyting heat up
They wanna see Ten on the feature
Letting off shots like a nine millimetre
Come again, try telling them try keep up
When I touch mic, everyting heat up
They wanna see Clay on the feature
Letting off shots like a nine millimetre
[Verse 2: Ten Dixon]
Mandem call me Incredible Hulk
Smoke bare green so my flow like smoke
Could've been a new don, could've been old
I'll send man way down the road, no joke
I could've called you Kerin, you give me jokes
I'll put your whole crew into a hole
I spit the pepper, you come like salt
Keep up, keep up, that's what I wrote
Mental
All of what I say is WAVE, assemble
A couple of shells to your fucking temple
Who's that boy in the blacked-out mental?
It's gonna get stressful
When I'm in the grime scene, man get a chestful
Lyrics to your headside, I'm so dreadful
Which one of them wanna claim they're special?
[Chorus: Jon E Clayface]
Keep up
When I touch mic, everyting heat up
They wanna see Blessed on the feature
Letting off shots like a nine millimetre
Come again, try telling them try keep up
When I touch mic, everyting heat up
They wanna see Blessed on the feature
Letting off shots like a nine millimetre
[Verse 3: Blessed]
When I touch mic, everyting get bad up
I've got tekkers on mic, you'll get done up
You're like a record on set, you'll get spun up
When I touch down, get the whole place tun up
That's what happens when my dargs dem ah run up
That's what happens when my dargs dem spit on the stage
You'll get spun if your mouth dem ah run up
M1 stinger, that get spun up
Yo, it's like don't ever tell me chill
I'm no Billy, more like Phil
So if it's beef, move like Phil
Muy thai kick to the back of my heel
Go to the set, show you steel
Make the crowd move like they popped ten pills
Go to the set, man ah get ten bills
The way I'm going on, I should get ten deals
[Chorus: Jon E Clayface]
Keep up
When I touch mic, everyting heat up
They wanna see Clay on the feature
Letting off shots like a nine millimetre
Come again, try telling them try keep up
When I touch mic, everyting heat up
They wanna see Clay on the feature
Letting off shots like a nine millimetre
[Chorus: Jon E Clayface]
Keep up
When I touch mic, everyting heat up
They wanna see Snoop on the feature
Letting off shots like a nine millimetre
Come again, try telling them try keep up
When I touch mic, everyting heat up
They wanna see Snoop on the feature
Letting off shots like a nine millimetre
[Verse 4: Snoopa]
It's, it's, SN feature
It's, it's, SP, standard procedure
It's MD, so much deeper
King MT, my white boy
But I still gets my tea
Scream W-A-V-E, Jesus
If you don't rate my team, nah
Rudeboy, go suck your Mama Theresa
Everyting heat up like heater
But I draw this one from the freezer
W-A-V-E
The whole fam's outchea like seven-seater
Tell 'em speed up if they wanna keep up
But how you gonna keep up with a cheetah?
Be calm
Dem man are dead so I tell 'em recharge