Bongo - Intellectual

[Intro: Mez]

Shut up

Chief

Yo (one, one)

Tyrone

Ya bitch

Soldiers

[Verse 1: Mez & Wiley]

Come through with the one sike, two sike, three sike, four

Better not clash me on the dancefloor

Held too many, cyaan hold anymore

Side talk, you don't wanna spit anymore

Any alley, catch any one of them boy on the streets

Mind out so we never kick out them teet'

Whole heap of gyal who are t'ick, me ah cheat

Never know, we are good boy pon–

I'm gonna climb in her pussy, motherfucker, and skeet

Dem type of ting can't try for rеpeat

I'm with a one pretty gyal mе ah meet

She ah smile up, skin up white teet', pussyclart get a

Tiger, so me just ah creep on the riddim like a spider

'Nuff ah dem are my yout', 'nuff ah dem are minor

I'm a cold rider, gyal finder

Then we're gonna kill it with a sixteen

Tiger, so me just ah creep on the riddim like a spider

'Nuff ah dem are my yout', 'nuff ah dem are minor

I'm a cold rider, gyal finder

Then I'm gonna kill 'em with a sixteen

[Verse 2: Mez]

Him ah go tiger, spider, gully creeper

Get two inna your chest, two inna your shoulder

A-bu-du T specialist, spit like rasta

Mi have a whole heap of herb, whole heap of ganja

Him ah go tiger, spider, gully creeper

Get two inna your chest, two inna your shoulder

A-bu-du T specialist, spit like rasta

Mi have a whole heap of herb, whole heap of ganja

We get a one sike, two sike, three sike, four

Better not clash me on the dancefloor

Held too many, cyaan hold anymore

Side talk, you don't wanna spit anymore

One sike, two sike, three sike, four

Better not clash me on the dancefloor

Held too many, cyaan hold anymore

Side talk, you don't wanna spit anymore

[Verse 3: Hitman Hyper]

You're not from my way

Step in the manor and you will get spray

From a MAC-10, Uzi or AK

Clap, one, two, three, breh

Four, five, six, seven, eight, nine breh

Any breh step in my way, they'll pay

Open 'em up, feel no way

Guts on the floor, all on display

You're not from my manor (Yeah!)

Where man might run up on you with the hammer

Could be Boakye, Frimpong, Nana

Black stars with the all-black bandana

Your mandem are Hollywood guys

My mandem don't need the disguise

If we show you our face in attack

It means that mandem will probably die

[Verse 4: Swarvo]

And I run up on the stage like forearm straight to the back of the neck

Forearm, you will get floored and decked

Forearm, straight to the back of the throat

Forearm, you will get docked and fucked up

Forearm straight to the back of the neck

Forearm, you will get floored and decked

Forearm, straight to the back of the throat

T-ta-take, t-take, t-ta-take, t-take

T-ta-take, t-take that, take that money

Do what you gotta do, make that money

Shank for the money, rob a bank for the money

I'ma make a man run like Hank for the money

T-ta-take, t-take that, take that money

Do what you gotta do, make that money

Shank for the money, rob a bank for the money

I'ma make a man run like Hank for the money

[Verse 5: Flirta D]

Legendary! Everybody down

Run up on your dance like "everybody down"

Run up in the dance like "everybody down"

Feeling the sound? Then get down with it

Yeah, everybody down

Run up on your dance like "everybody down"

Run up in the dance like "everybody down"

Feeling the sound? Then get-get-get oh

F-double-the-L-I-R with the A

I say that 'cause it's part of the growth

You can't forget me, I'm one of the grime GOATs

Had to bring it back for my dargs, jiggalos

Had to refresh and we let them all know

But some can't figure me out, go figure

I still get figures for the low, I know

I still get girls and figures, I know

[Verse 6: Discarda]

You should know me by now, I'm a white boy

In a Avirex who breaks necks, who

Gets cheques and breaks new creps

He smacks up shows and smacks up sets

You should know me by now, I'm a white boy

In a Avirex who breaks necks, who

Gets cheques and breaks new creps

He smacks up shows and smacks up sets

Like better than me? Banged your head off the wall

Banged your head off the wall

Banged your head off the wall, you fool

Better than me? Better than who?

I'm better than you times two, you fool (shut up, fool)

Banged your head off the wall (shut up, shut up, shut up)

Banged your head off the wall, you fool (shut up)

[Verse 7: Jammer]

I'm that beast

Go to the ends and get my piece

Load up the mash, ready fi di beef

I've got the bullets in the end of the mash just like teeth

Bullets in the end of the mash just like bu-di-di-di

Bullets in the end of the mash just like teet'

Beef? Draw for the .44

Blast your whole jaw down the corridor

You know my jaw

'Cause you seen me on the DVD before and

Badderman said don't think you're raw

Might blast your whole jaw down the corridor

Man get left on the floor

It's the Murkle Man, yeah, you know the score