[Chorus]

Mine, mine, mine, mine, mine

Give me all that there cuh it's all mine

All these new MCs' flows, they're mine

They don't want no smoke cause I blow up like

Mine, mine, mine, mine, mine

And if a man ever try touch one of mine

I'mma scar his face, he'll remember mine

[Verse]

Got a reload but that was my style from back in the day

I guess that makes me your farda

So in this war, I don't need armour

Cadell called me like Armour

And said "a nuh nuttin', leave them"

But I'm here and I'm fully on Gaza

Jammz who? Jammz where? Jammz on nada

He sits down in the bath, he ain't shower

When I lift that bucket hat off of his headside

He ain't gonna have no power on sight guys

Don't stand behind Mic Ty, stand on your own two feet

You're grown, that's soft

Came Flex, tried spit, mic never got passed

Ask Cadell or Grimey cuh they was deya

Everything you say about me

It don't really matter cuh you owe me PRS P

Cuh your last three tunes were ghostwritten by me

About sour

Gun buck Jammz in his teeth

Then the taste of blood in his mout' will be sour

King Original, you spat for an hour

Lightbox, you spat for an hour

Yeah, you was shit for two hours

"Wait" and "spesh", that's tired and dead

About ten times I've heard that said

In them two hours, realised you was dead

Lift you out the casket and dash you back in it again

I'll delete my tweets

In case I have to buss your head on the streets

About king of the pirate radio

You're a carbon copy of me and P Money

Muddled up in some wasteman's body

Never shot food, fam, Jammz got a job

Jammz goes Rinse with his uniform on

Then flings on his hat and thinks he's a don

On his laptop, he's got tunes

With 'Splurt Diablo type beat' on, but they're all weak songs

Splurt's in my team

So we've got a couple things that we gotta speak on

Man wanna ring up people and say "watch out

FT are mobbing sets", from that talk there

Man already dead, you're already scared

Ain't held no spesh, stop talking about spesh, you're air

I will strangle you with them strings on your rasclart hat

If you think you can take this away from music, you're mad

Tell your marjay that you got your clart beat down by your dad

Watch your mout, who you talking to, soundboy? You're not bad

Plastician "London Living" won't save you inna war

I don't wanna see you tweet that link anymore

It's dead, and you're just gonna mad me

And I don't even need no one in FT

Just me, MI and Capo Lee

Will give you a headstone next to So Large's, gladly

Ghetts called me, he was talking 'bout P on the timeline

But I don't follow, he didn't finalise the fee

I was staring at my iPhone like "why have you rang me?"

I can only vouch for a few in E3

All these other MCs from A, B and C

Better stand up tall cause they ain't

Raskit brang me

Jammz is slowly moving to pop

Used to make greaze but it failed cause you're washed

Better mind how you talk to a boss

Cause I'll start move anti

Jammz and Pauly Papers wear the same briefs

And they wanna talk to a big man about street

First, stop sharing next man's panties

Got a new ting called head slap off

So I don't care what man's gotta say

From when I rise it, man start poop

He ain't got gassed, that's a ting called nerves

Stink out the room with his eyes all shook

Thought that crank there Jammz was a crook

Got spun on his own set on air

I take what he says with a pinch of salt

Clash of the Pagans coming out soon

When that drops, man are gonna be mad

Sometimes you've gotta show man who's dad

Today, like me showing Jammz who's bad

Me, Mad Max

Anywhere I see them boy get bax

Live what I really talk on the tracks

Jammz's crap bars ain't got facts

[Chorus]

Mine, mine, mine, mine, mine

Give me all that there cuh it's all mine

All these new MCs' flows, they're mine

They don't want no smoke cause I blow up like

Mine, mine, mine, mine, mine

And if a man ever try touch one of mine

I'mma scar his face, he'll remember mine

Turn his skin black like coal in mine