[Intro: Wiley]

We're rolling, people

Eskiboy, I'm starting this, right now

It's Eskiboy, I'm starting this, listen

[Verse 1: Wiley]

I was raised up in the areas where you would get

Blazed up, bored up, life ain't easy

Spittin' real bars, that's easy for me

'Cause I'm real like win some, lose some beef

Bring it, come, let's do it

I'm gonna call one person, then me and them will

Come to where you are, I know where you are

I'll be where you are in ten minutes

[Verse 2: Jet Le]

Yeah, it's time to go to war yet again

Time to fetch a paper and pen

'Bout to go and ready up the skeng

'Bout to go and ready up with them

'Cause we got bare new friends, and these haters, we blast dem

Yo, what they wanna do? They wanna war with who?

Spit quick, talk shit, now we're dangerous

But you know that we started on road

Ten man deep, now we're going on cold

[Verse 3: Manga]

I spit critical with every syllable, formidable style

Getting bigger on the mic and then they're feeling me now

I'm slewing soundboys, yeah, man are showing 'em how

Dis bwoy test, man ah get buss down, so

Anybody wanna bring it, they can bring it now

Anywhere you wanna swing it, come, swing it out

Don't come against me, star man, my mouth's foul, with

Hat down, sat down, look down, don't smile and

[Verse 4: Mega Montana]

I'll have your weak crew dead in an hour, man

And my squad poppin' off like a shower man

I'm over you like a tower, man

Don't ever 'llow a man, I hold the power, man

Beef, you know we have to show a man

Roll warm 'cause we have the heaters, man

Three up in two-seaters, man

We don't ever leave a man, my crew be the gang, man!

[Verse 5: Brazen]

I blast these MCs with ease

I've dropped sixteens that made MCs freeze

And my fastest lyrics outlasted niggas

That couldn't get past these bars I spitted

I par with the hardest spitters

Flow at a target and rip any mic that I'm given

I rely on my mouth as a weapon

Terrorise you, when I'm spitting, I'm the new Armageddon

[Verse 6: Breeze]

I'm a herbaholic, smoke till I vomit

Weed connoisseur and my whole crew's on it (Ah)

Alaskan blessed, Afghanistan cess hydroponic

Skunk white with the supersonic

Keys in da bonnet, pounds in da boot

Air conditioning smelling of fruit (Well)

I smoke the weed till my eyes dem bleed

Don't fill my lungs with no twigs or seeds

[Verse 7: Trim]

Try to eat Trim, you will starve

No point competing, are you daft?

I'm on the beef ting, it's a laugh

Trim's speaking, fuck the cars

For your opinion, nobody asked

In my dominion, real is the task

You could have a steel or flask, I'll kick your arse

With lyrics or on grass

[Verse 8: Scratchy]

Hang on, you don't know me from Adam

Had enough of bare man and thinking you can jam on

And you've got no weed, you've got ham on

And now you think that you're a killer, Killa Cam'ron

So hol' on, thinking you're Saddam

You're not a terrorist, you're a feminist so remember this

I got the leather fist, and when I swing, I never miss

You're pissed off because I spit top with

[Verse 9: Ricky Nek]

I've got my sound so something or the other

Lately, I've been undercover, working hard for the graft

Got lengths to cover, got rhymes to cover with the cover

Got my gash undercover, got my cash undercover

Got my lyrics and a few rough beats, circling the streets

Wilehouse is where you'll find the beat

Terror made the beat, I covered the beat, and now you're listening to the beat

It's Nek back again on the beat

[Verse 10: Jamakabi]

Beg any bredda fi come and step inna mi quarter

Come cross the border and step inna mi area

Roll Deep, Jamakabi the light sleeper

Burglar bwoy creep, but we ah creeper beater

Burglar wanna creep, then di pussy hol' a beat nuh

Drunken hand woulda buss your bloodcleet

I'm beggin' a bredda fi come and step inna mi sector

Copper and slug inna di seventeen shooter

[Verse 11: Killa P]

Yo, you couldn't bringing it, bringing it wid a don

Nah, nah, you can't swinging it, swinging it wid a don

If you wanna bring it wid Killa, well, bring it on 'cah

I've been swinging it all day long, so

Couldn't bringing it, bringing it wid a don

Never dat, you couldn't swinging it, swinging it wid a don

If you wanna bring it wid Killa, well, bring it on 'cah

I've been swinging it all day long

[Verse 12: Riko Dan]

Again, dead again, soundbwoy dead again

Test me, you're dead again, gunshot, dead again

Soundclash, dead again, fist fight, dead again

Pop off mi gun and make your Nike top red again

I'll turn your nice white, white top red again

Skinhead or dread again, lick off your head again

Mi ah run di red again, full him up ah lead again

Mi nah inna hole again, take all your cheddar then

[Verse 13: Flowdan]

You're not tougher than steel, please keep it real

Bullet ah nuh supm weh you wan' feel

We nah have time fi talking

True, we get straight to the point, nah, we nah inna skylarking

You're moving too hype, my son

You won't even reach my level on the mic, son, yeah

And I can see that your man dem are hungry

Come in the studio, step out of the fuckery

[Verse 14: Biggie Pitbull]

I've got a fresh bird straight from the desert with chrome feathers

Sitting snug tight under my arm in his own leathers

New long body snake and his name's Colt

Cotching in my tracksuit, covered by my coat, so

Are they legs or lips? Stop running 'em

'Cause I'll put a gun in 'em and knock out your brains

Stepped up a level 'cause I'm on a higher level

Bruv, I won't sit back and let the game get away