(No Ratings Yet)The album dropped recently, and we’ve been waiting for it since the first single dropped (1st link below). This is the last track on the album, packed to the rafters with featuring artists!
VERSE 1:
REWD ADAMS
- Ayo, the games have started
- I spit fire with a range of artists
- Tearing apart the faint of hearted.
- Come rolling bruv I’ll blaze your hardest
- I’m a blatant bastard
- I’m a south side soldier
- Raised the hardest way
- Came from the gutter can’t take the past away
- Shouts to Lewisham they took half my brain
- See what they done, they raised a basket case
- Now my life’s in the booth all messed up
- Spitting fire and the truth I’m next up
- You’re a liar and the truth? Your set sucks
- On the stage, in the hood you’ll get stuck
- ‘Cause I came in the game with a aim for your face
- And I left that shit all ripped up
- At the end of the day you’re pissed bruv
- ‘Cause I rained a parade at your piss up
- So venomous, dead ‘em and now you’ll witness
- No bredda could better on how I spit this
- Go tell ‘em i said that them man are bitches
- Go tell ‘em I’m sending ‘em out the business
- Clash your guys thats regular in this
- Slap your guys that’s regular in this
- That 4.5 ain’t regular in this
- And that pork pie can’t regulate in this
VERSE 2:
LITTLE DEE
- I’m chasing my dream on route to the top
- Came from the bottom of the pot
- Came from the bottom of the box in the loft
- All I ever knew about was New Cross
- I opened doors that they said were locked
- Did what that they said do not
- Round here when it rains it pours
- Round here when it rains you’re lost
- But I’m going all in, all out
- Stormed in, stormed out
- Walk in, worn out
- Kids hot, cool down
- Meeting, label, shit deal, walk out
- Hard work, late night, graveyard, call outs
VERSE 3:
STYLAH
- Watching my world decay, watching it melt away
- Had a little slice of heaven, now it feels like we got hell to pay
- ‘Cause life hits hard like Pacquiao
- More punches than a welterweight
- If you know me I’m never standing down
- Come stand around until you felt my pain
- Living this life on the edge
- But life’s a gamble like them man all spending their time on roulette
- Can you handle living with a price on your head?
- That’s the price of fame, Stylah’s name
- Looking up at the stars to find my aim
- Hooking up at the bar, find a dame
- I practically designed that game
- So independent, criminal bars - no co-defendant
- Can’t hold back, nah no detention
- Couple young bucks, couple older henchman
- But mainly me on my ones I’m on my Jack Jones
- I come a long, long way from that
- Young boy that used to jack phones
- Now I’m gonna shine like jewellery, blind dumb stupidly
- Live on your TV for you to see
- Stylah you bastards - Google me
VERSE 4:
RAMSON BADBONEZ
- I talk loud, spit in faces, ricochet and split the pavement which you walk down.
- Badbonez, coarse like a horse mouth, this raw lout storms out of the court house
- So rough they won’t touch me, don’t over pose in photos for close-ups
- No grown pups and old mutts with guts wouldn’t dare to provoke us
- So who’s next to go I’m heated up like Eskimos in Mexico
- They don’t wanna interrupt or get involved
- The bitchy little bums are sluts and skets and hoes
- I’m anti-social with that, scam proposal switch back
- Trash your protools jacked and sold the raps you wrote so just hand over your vocals
- Foes get done with a K.O blow and a shot of redrum
- You best run pack up and move out now
- Crude-ish lewd straight out of toon town
- Glue found in the key in the peephole
- I’m a heat seeking torpedo, MCs are the speed boat
- Exploding no chases no continues game over
VERSE 5:
AWATE
- Hand me the baton I’m sure that I’ll batter him
- Even if its sweet and we’re not battling
- ‘Cause there’s constant anger, constant rage
- Constantly dazed and wasting away
- And I’m not getting out what I want to say
- Keep telling bre’ers that I don’t play
- But they keep throwing stones around my way
- So i have to blow them away
- Now who’s next in line Awate?
- Is there a crew next to mine?
- Answer to that last question is no
- Keep on laughing till the end of the show
- Then I’ll promise you’ll start admiring or I’ll kick you into Skyrim.
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