[Intro: Slinga & Babycham]
Oi, Cham
Can I have a consonant? (Y)
Can I have a vowel? (O)
Vowel? (U)
Can I have a consonant? (N)
Can I have a consonant? (G)
Can I have a consonant? (G)
Vowel? (U)
Consonant? (N)
Consonant? (S)
Yeah
[Verse 1: Babycham]
I'll take you for a punk, that's what
Blaze you like skunk, that's what
Babycham's too hot, that's what
I've come fi knock off your block, that's what
Don't pet with a guy, that's what
Blaze you like Thai, that's what
Them fools will die, that's what
True facts, no lie, that's what
[Verse 2: JP]
J to the P, I murk beats straight up
Fuck around, I'll fuck up your feet straight up
It's no joke, I buss heat straight up
You can't cope, get delete straight up
J to the P, I murk beats straight up
Fuck around, I'll fuck up your feet straight up
It's no joke, I buss heat straight up
You can't cope, get delete straight up
[Verse 3: Neeko]
Ah, ah, ah, Neeko, it's not fair
Why you gotta take back the game this year?
Yeah, I know, I should come back next year
By then, you should have gone somewhere
Fuck that, N Double E's staying right here
I be on any good track that you hear
Slew anything, murk anything, I don't care
None of them are real bad boys out here
[Verse 4: Venom]
They wanna screw me out, I won't let 'em
[?] blood, fuck that, come, we get 'em
Ain't had my breakfast so you're getting ate-n
See what I'm on, bruddas start to feel threatened like
They wanna screw me out, I won't let 'em
[?] blood, fuck that, come, we get 'em
Ain't had my breakfast so you're getting ate-n
See what I'm on, bruddas start to feel threatened like
[Verse 5: Mingstar]
I'm not gone, I'm going
I'm blowing, over the beat I'm flowing
White gold ice, showing, glowing
Man can't say there's no favours owing
Young Guns, Young Guns, they're all knowing
The Mingstar's gonna give the beat a lawnmowing
You know I've got eight bars to rip up this poem
I'm bad, I'm bad, so just start going
[Verse 6: Flamin]
Get by, get by, 'cause we make dough
Get pies and fly to a next show
Big paper makers, know that it grow
We're setting the pace, them boys just blow
How we get by, get by, 'cause we make dough
Get pies and fly to a next show
Big paper makers, know that it grow
We're setting the pace, them boy just blow
[Verse 7: Ears]
Nah, not at all, I'll never let you win
Not by the hairs on my chinny chin chin
I've got sick flows and your bitch knows that I bling
Not by the hairs on my chinny chin chin
Could you ever delete, ever defeat this king?
Not by the hairs on my chinny chin chin
I've got more rhymes than nurseries, man
You know how I keep it, grimmy grim grim
[Verse 8: Dimpze]
In E10, I'm known as Dimpz
That fat balloon head that walks with a limp
You're bound to see me on the streets
Keeping it gully, gully on the streets
Hat low, hooded up, trousers below my bum cheeks
Multi-coloured Nike sneaks
I'm repping YGC
YGC, yeah, we run the streets
[Verse 9: Ozzie B]
If you don't wanna face the facts, blood, you can face the gats, blood
It's nuttin' when the desert makes your face splat, blood
I will leave you in the sewers like you was a rat, blood
Be careful what you say when you chat, blood
I heard you're leaking information, might attack, blood
I will chuck you in the boot, and that's a wrap, blood
My n****s hold guns, my n****s clap, blood
You think you're the one, you're just a prat, blood
[Verse 10: Skary]
I'll give out jabs like a boxer
Deal with it proper
Draw for my chopper, if it's a flopper
Pull out the Glock and knock off your blocker
Don't bother
Bullets will make you hover, I become the robber
Take your shit
Next day, I'm a happy shopper
[Verse 11: Jammer]
Can't murk the Murkle, the Murkle will circle
Coming to your ends for the green and purple
Jack man for their new convert-le
You don't wanna see me come teef and burgle
Got the key to the brand-new Murkle
Circle, before I bust [?]
Then swerve-l, pull over like
Believe it, then put my hand up your skirt-le
[Verse 12: Zappa P]
Zappa P, Piff City, dubs we ah ride
Come to the ends, that's suicide
Draw for the MAC, make it be a homicide
Where we come from, we won't let it ride
If you're from B, we won't let it slide
We draw for the MAC, make the bullet glide
Straight in your neck back, puss [?] wet back
I'll run up in your crib and 'caine, I'll collect that