[President T]
Yeah, take a rest, how long you been spitting?
I took a slight interest
He's got his eyes on a new Type-S
But your mum's head is filling with a bag of stress
One outrageous mess
I suggest you settle for a bag of sess
Because all that swag emceeing didn't impress, didn't impress
Back inna my face, I can't believe he has come
Back inna my face
If I ever told you the case, you'd say President
Why you let a gun to his face?
Tiny bit of beef, and it was a girl who put a gun to his face
If I ever showed you his dump of a place
It's so messy you wouldn't see an inch of space
Now, when he come around like he don't know
President T, bigger than the game
I mean, 'nuff of these MC guys wanna be bigger than the game
He didn't even get a two's of a cig inna the game
Hey Rudi(?), nuff greys get digging in the game
Even his pirate station rig could get suck inna the game
He must be taking the piss, all you fighters shook inna the game
All this talk about cutting up scores and P's?
He ain't shot no rock inna the game
Hey Rudi(?), President T will Glock inna the game
Kill off Killy!
Test Pres T, you get kill off killy!
President T on the wing
UKG man are really in a swing
Manna play that shit with a rump-a-bum-ting
Nah, why I wan fi talk bout fling(?)
I'm the one night king
Come to bust right in
Make sure they get a bet right in cus
HM lyrics I'm writing
How much dough they carrying?
But like still, they're like tin, so they better pack it in
Jack it in, man'll dash and trash his life in the bin
And his flow is dying so he better stop trying
Take his ex, don't think that I'm buying in a held up prison
I ain't lying, locked inna my cell all day, no crying
Weather's too hot, I'm frying
Early release, Pres T is applying
Love to laugh and joke
If I was you, I would've laughed and joked
Look in his pocket, can't see enough for a can of Coke
Talk about ganja? Go buy a single if you wanna smoke
Hey geez, where you come from?
All this sloppy emceeing, all this sleaze
I'd rather listen to an hour of coughing and sneeze
MC properly, I don't want fi hear no coughing and sneeze
President T finds out he ain't got enough for a toasted ham on cheese
I make 'nuff of these MCs look like toasted ham on cheese
Test Pres T, you get kill off killy!
Smack him in the nose bridge, kill off killy
Get kill of killy!
[Big H]
My cats pipe sniff O's on a night shift
Fuck a skunk zoot, nah they wanna white spliff
Shit I don't spit, nah man, I flip the coke
So you won't see me for less than a fifty note
Damn, that ain't even deep that's just vocals
The real H got cats ODin' on snowballs
Fuck you criminals, I'm the real convict
That will get your ribcage sprayed and your lungs hit
'Cus I'm old school, fuck a phone call
My man there got the chrome, yo so it's cool
We dig graves and hide bodies in alleyways
So you'll get reported missing like you ran away
'Cus I quick draw, any time I see war
Leave bullets.... aww.... shit...
I'm the type of nigga these rappers can not deal with
Pull the strap out on the same niggas you chill with
Clap him in the knee like, fuck it he'll live
'Cus I'm not fake, nah these roads are real, kid
And I'm on the street so what you sayin'?
If there's any beef, you'll think Tottenham's playin'
But don't be stupid, this ain't no Spurs game
I'm a warhead, gunshots my first name
I keep the steal palms clapped when there's real arms
I will murk man and still stay chill calm
You niggas just rot on the block
Never gonna pick up no rock or a Glock
Me, I got everything, coke, crack, heroin
You ain't never been out the ends or done anything
Shit, I got hoes up north, for real
And they getting low of course
Deep throat feel like your boning her thoughts
At anytime, though, they'll dispose of your corpse
I ain't hide the fact that I sold crack
Man I push the benz, bait, no tax
I take you back to them cold flats
When I was serving frontline road cats
Thieves got slaughtered, just for being awkward
Coke got ordered, crossed across borders
Tools got traded
Yardies got raided
You niggas are faded...
