[Verse: AJ Tracey]
Yo, listen, look
Pull out the pumpy, let a man have it
This pump leave a big man asthmatic
Knock man's soul right into the attic
Send man's spirit off to a next planet
Can it? Man will get more than static
All my people got green like Namek
Watch yourself, it's man down, I'll tan it
Not Montana, please don't panic
Trinidad boy so I do speak Spanish
I'm mixed race, no, I'm not Hispanic
Squeeze off twice and I'll make a man vanish
Talk crud in the west 10, get banished
Abracadabra, bang, no magic
Mum start crying cause the ting so tragic
Bad talk when you're round here? Won't have it
You're not on it, boys won't back it
Pull out the Rambo, make a man tek it
When you see a blacked out shank, don't leg it
Girls wanna stretch out, show me their kitty
They're calling man Ralph cuh they know I'm gon' wreck it
Dead it, when it's on tops, don't beg it
Finnesse the deals, no P's, I'll sheg it
'Art of War', you dun know man read it
Earned my place, you sidemen just bread it
Celtic bloodline, told man don't pet it
War warrior in the beef, man's said it
Through ball, give me that skeng pon the wing
I'll bang-bang the ting, know a man won't head it
Big man getting called out, no credit
Get two kicks to the rib, no medic
Came through with the Shaolin technique
This flow's from the east like Nico Bellic
Hold tight Ty for that bar, real legend
All my mandem still live through essence
I don't wanna hear no one talking about fear
Eskimo Dance, man feared my presence
Got girl dem all buying man presents
Came up hustling, real block peasants
Us man, we spit the truth in the booth
But you man are gassed like Philip and Terrance
Yo, listen, look
Pull out the pumpy, let a man have it
This pump leave a big man asthmatic
Knock man's soul right into the attic
Send man's spirit off to a next planet
Can it? Man will get more than static
All my people got green like Namek
Watch yourself, it's man down, I'll tan it
Not Montana, please don't panic
Trinidad boy so I do speak Spanish
I'm mixed race, no, I'm not Hispanic
Squeeze off twice and I'll make a man vanish
Talk crud in the west 10, get banished
Abracadabra, bang, no magic
Mum start crying cause the ting so tragic
Bad talk when you're round here? Won't have it
You're not on it, boys won't back it
Pull out the Rambo, make a man tek it
When you see a blacked out shank, don't leg it
Girls wanna stretch out, show me their kitty
They're calling man Ralph cuh they know I'm gon' wreck it
Dead it, when it's on tops, don't beg it
Finnesse the deals, no P's, I'll sheg it
'Art of War', you dun know man read it
Earned my place, you sidemen just bread it
Celtic bloodline, told man don't pet it
War warrior in the beef, man's said it
Through ball, give me that skeng pon the wing
I'll bang-bang the ting, know a man won't head it
Big man getting called out, no credit
Get two kicks to the rib, no medic
Came through with the Shaolin technique
This flow's from the east like Nico Bellic
Hold tight Ty for that bar, real legend
All my mandem still live through essence
I don't wanna hear no one talking about fear
Eskimo Dance, man feared my presence
Got girl dem all buying man presents
Came up hustling, real block peasants
Us man, we spit the truth in the booth
But you man are gassed like Philip and Terrance
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