[Intro]

They're definitely gonna hate me now

Yo

You're in tune to Hardrive Volume 1

Big up Double S, Griminal, Youf, S-Kid, Messy, Chipmunk, Little Dee, and P Money

Ayy

[Verse 1: Double S]

I'm like Double, I'm ahead of the race

My flow's so hot, you can even feel the rays

I did up my lace and now Double's setting the pace

The way I spit over the claps, the kicks and the bass

Man try come on a hype, you'll get waste

Them man are pants, 32 waist

I'ma drop it simple and plain

Double's so fire, I leavе the mic in flames

So fix up your face, I picks up thе pace

You know me, Double, I be down to amaze

The way I spit and skip pon d-d-dem

I leave n****s soft like they're sucking on eggs

If grime was a drug I would be Class A

But youts wanna play like say they're in an arcade

'Bout better than who? You ain't better than me

Man, I move fast forward and you man are gay

[Verse 2: Griminal]

Yo, yo, about going on sho

No, we be going on raw

Like dun know Griminal's going on tour

Going on theirs and going on yours

Still I don't know what he's going on for

Going on like star, you're better than Griminal

Wait for the CD go in all stores

Press play, then it's not going on pause

What mixtape? No, I'm not going on yours

All of the big bars going on mine

She likes the way that I'm flowing on grime

I put in the work like I'm going on tours

There's so many MCs going on raw

Skepta's on some Freddy Krueger

Devilman's on some Chainsaw Massacre

So I'm gotta get the combo of them, Saw

[Verse 3: Youf]

What's the word on the road? The word on the road is

I could kill two birds with a stone

Even leave with like two thirds of the flow

Just to take the mick, I'll murder you slow, not quick

I'll lava your class, I'm sick

I'm like "prick, I'm in a league of my own"

Hardrive Entertainment, the entertainers

So I brang the team that I own

That's right, yeah, I brang the team that I own

And yep, we will lyrically lick a man down

No homo, straight up lick a man down

Kyomi hai wun sun don't mess around

If Devil don't speak up, man ah get beat up

No long ting, I raise the D cup

Heat up, heat up, pussy, don't speak up

'Cause man'll lift man off his feet, cuz

[Verse 4: Messy]

Been waiting for a beat like this for ages

Yeah, I'm that guy that's better than your favourite

Never had a level that's basic, my name is

An understatement to what I'm doing on pages

Your best bet doing a straight bit

You best get to it, I make hits

Content's out of the box

And my flows on lock like I put 'em in cages

I'm blowing up

The whole game's watching me detonate

I'm out-boxing you featherweights

I'm fly like I levitate

I'm fire, got the whole game sweating late

I've got a murderous flow

Can't touch me, I'ma male virgin a bro

You'd be top ten with a third of my flows

Bike robbing, I'm certain to go

[Verse 5: S-Kid]

Who are you? I'm not having it

None of them rasclart ready for the kid

Who wan' fi test us, wig get split

See me rolling by (look by)

Not Bond, I'm a golden guy (look, guy, look)

[?] only S-Kid finds

Screw, I'll punch up a guy

We'll turn to your friend, bitch, run for your life

On the track, you'll lose your life

On the track, they'll lose their lights

I'm onto the bruising ting

Call me mixtape murder, I'm sick with a knife

S-Kid's over-precise

I'm hot, salt, peppers and spice

And yeah, I'm gone with the flow like

–figure deal, how do they know?

[Verse 6: Chipmunk]

Yo, yo, about going on greedy

No, I be going on easy

'Cause your girlfriend copped my CD

Chips, I'm a general something like Levy

I've got youngers wanting to be me

But acting like they're ready for the Chip

Same kids chatting 'bout "wait for his CD"

I'm already waiting to piss on a disc

Div, I've been going on sho

Going on fast, not going on slow

I'm not going on tour, I'm still in the ends

But I'll move units for the dough

You're going on semi, I'm going on pro

Going on heavy, don't fuck with the flow

Chipmunk, I'm in a league of my own

Can your group dem level my level? That's no

[Verse 7: Little Dee]

I can tell by your mixtape, you've got no plans

Me and the engineer go rounds

So I'm moving so fast

Guy's in the passenger seats like "Oi, Littles, slow down"

I've got love for the streets, we hold hands

But we don't bang to a slow jam

We bang in the rave when it's so ram

So you better look after your gold, fam

Blast him, take after my old man

You don't put in the work, you goal-hang

Oi, I've got the chro', £130 for an O

[?] there's no sand

Little Dee rolls deep like

Wiley, Danny and Flowdan

It's Little Dee, far from a little G

It's Little Dee, far from a little G

[Verse 8: P Money]

You should know (know), I'm a lyrical killer with flow (flow)

You can tell by the way I rip shows (shows)

I'm out for gold (gold), I keep doing the raves

And getting paid with cheques is how to throw dough

I'm a pro (pro), something like a Mercs, not a Volvo

[?] on my rings look so cold

There goes all my gold flow

When I'm hearing breddas tryna copy me, I'm like no, no

No, no, what did he say?

Somebody tell me, what did he say?

Thinking he's hard, I'll liff up my top

Put the ting to his head like "what did you say?"

Hold on, cuz, what did he say?

Somebody tell me, what did he say?

Thinking he's hard, I'll liff up my top

Put the ting to his head like "what did you say?" Cuz