[Verse 1: Jammz]

Wagwan for the game right now

Fam, I can't tell you, no more of the gimmicks

Too many hypemen, not enough spitters

Big up the mandem, fuck the rasclart critics

It's like man run out of ideas, now they wanna MC about us spittin'

But it don't make no sense, like tryna say Cell cyaan stand up inna war wid Krillin

You dickhead

Tell me what food you're sniffin'

Matter of fact, where's your shotter? I'll tip him

Yeah, you was spittin' that crack in '08

But it's past it's sell by date, how are you still trippin'?

It's like some MCs go to sets, but it's peak, cah we don't wanna listen

Sayin' that he's nuttin' like he is, but he isn't

So now I gotta par MCs for a minutе

[Verse 2: God's Gift & Capo Lee]

You man chat too much, like gyal, you're always acting up

Bro, if you got a problem, lеt it be known

But you won't, cuh you know that I'll smack you up

So chat shit and get your jaw fractured

You man are nuttin' but pricks like a cactus

Talk the talk online, you can run, you can hide

But when the time's right, you'll get captured

Hunt man down like Pokémon GO

Then run man down, poke 'em and go

End up with holes in your clothes like a strainer

Everyting left stain up and soaked

Don't want the hand ting involved

Cah my cannon don't shoot videos

So when I back my strap, you already know the dealio (Yo)

9 milli, take Billy for a billy goat

[Verse 3: Capo Lee]

Controllin' my hand when I'm playing this music game (Yeah, yeah)

You can’t keep me too close, I'm skeng, you'll start losing fame and fans

How I came and shelled this little rating, fam

You spent years in the game just waitin' on man, you little fuckboy

In your WhatsApp typin', hatin' on man

I got a buff ting, curly hair, waitin' on man

I can bun man, simple, a layman term

Wanna come around now, 'cause you heard one tune?

That was everyting mud, so it came with worms

'Fore that, liff was the latest term

Came out the studio, straight to the curb

Cats don't know I rap, I never said one word

2013, don't know about stakes

Now when I touch down, the whole wave get burnt

[Verse 4: Trigga]

Terror Danjah, iyah-iyah-oh

Real bad bwoy, Shadow Demon, wi no need no alibi

Truth mi ah talk, mi nah tell no lie

Wish pon mi rest Manchester man

Some ah dem wan' talk 'bout gangster ah

See a 16 bars from a gangster man

Any question, mi have the answer for

Kill a MC quick like cancer ah

Real talk mi ah talk, mi no chat no crap

See the bars them a flip like an acrobat

See the English pounds, dawg, that mi stack

Take two hit ah dis and pass mi back

[Verse 5: Hitman Hyper]

It's the heater man

I'll come to your dance and reap a man (Wait, wait, wait, wait)

I'll reap a man, point blank I'll make you lose litres and

When I'm lettin' off quick with the beater, fam

Might holla Tempa to come and sweep a man (Bup, bup)

Headback fly metres and

If you wanna get in the way, I'll delete a man

Man ah mans frightening, man ah on sight him

Man'll bring heat anywhere, Fahrenheit him

Squeeze off with the big stick on the hype ting

Man'll send man to the sky, satellite him

Set man alight, man'll Guy Fawkes Night him

Bat man straight in the face, Dark Knight him

There'll be nothing left, man'll all right him

Rudeboy, tell a soundboy mi nuh like him

[Verse 6: IRAH]

When my war start, all we can't run weh

My gun dem long like di plane pon di runway

If a man wan' diss Terror pon Monday

Gunshot ah beat all week till Sunday

Who fool him up and tell him fi go dung deh?

Him have a big chain, come, wi go dung deh

When my war start, ah instant warfare

I love do infrared, bulletproof can't wait

Dem same bwoy, seh dem wan' war

Send fi mi bruddas or mi Level Gang Army

Hm, 'bout dem wan' violate me?

Light up dem head like a Christmas tree

Brain ah go jump like bloodclaat flea

Informer tark? That nuh interest badman

.357 and .44 Magnum

Beat it, boobap, ballalalla, clap one