Through Ball - Silencer, Chip, Kruz Leone, Hitman Hyper, Bruza, Frisco, Jme, P Money & D Double E: letra, videos musicales y conciertos

Silencer, Chip, Kruz Leone, Hitman Hyper, Bruza, Frisco, Jme, P Money & D Double E

Through Ball

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Through Ball fue lanzado el 26 de junio de 2026 por Teddy Music LTD como parte del álbum Through Ball - Single

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DESCRIPCIÓN

LETRA

Video musical

Video musical

Créditos

ARTISTAS INTÉRPRETES

Silencer

Intérprete

Chip

Intérprete

Kruz Leone

Intérprete

Hitman Hyper

Intérprete

Bruza

Intérprete

Frisco

Intérprete

Jme

Intérprete

P Money

Intérprete

D Double E

Intérprete

COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA

Chip

Letra

Kruz Leone

Letra

Hitman Hyper

Letra

Bruza

Letra

Frisco

Letra

Jme

Letra

P Money

Letra

D Double E

Letra

Ted Awuah

Composición

Jahmaal Noel Fyffe

Jahmaal Noel Fyffe

Composición

Lamar Williams

Composición

Alexander Kwaku Nsiah

Alexander Kwaku Nsiah

Composición

Shaun Barker

Composición

Deshane Cornwall

Deshane Cornwall

Composición

Jamie Adenuga

Composición

Paris Joel Moore-Williams

Paris Joel Moore-Williams

Composición

Darren Dixon

Composición

Roger Webb

Composición

PRODUCCIÓN E INGENIERÍA

Silencer

Producción

Freeza Chin

Masterización, Ingeniería de mezcla

Carl Shelly

Ingeniería de grabación

Letra

Yeah, yeah

I tell him through ball me, I put it top bins, I swear

Chippy! Yeah

Live for my name, live for my name, live for my name

Nuff man a live for my name

Whole heap of tings I done for the game

So I don't care what you done in no raid

Never live for the clout, live for the clout, live for the clout

Nuff man a live for the clout

Chat by yourself then no one cares

If you chat about Chip, you're the talk of the town

But I tell a boy wipe set Chip out your mouth (move)

Everybody wants smoke till they get announced (shh)

Ganja alone, we don't sniff round here (nah)

Musical chairs, you can't sit round here (brr)

T-S-S ting, yeah I came with Kruz (yeah)

Came in Sheltox, step with shoes (brr)

Fuck boy can't tell me nuttin' but grime (nah)

Any time man touch mic it's-

Bang, bang! Obviously

Which one of them want to go now?

We can have a showdown even if it's one against three

Quick bars, I can just done it, MC

Bang after bang, time after time

Can't count all the times that I've spun an MC

Big Kruz, ain't no other MC, brr

Why you try to run up on me?

Man can't tell me 'bout the O-T-B

We don't give a fuck about your Road TV

Any time you talk about the best right now

In the middle of the cabin if you don't see me

Them man are so medi

Talk like a heavy, make it all easy, before you go breezy

Don't make me go O-T-T, I put a spliff in the O-C-B

Back with a bang, it's a red dot headshot, Accra Man

I'm a spectacular Dan

Back of the van, hop out, crack any man

Impeccable timing, militant rhyming

This is a game, you don't want me to climb in

African louder, don't do miming

Run mouth and your head back reclining

Silencer whistle, violent missile

When I turn up it's a tribal vigil

On top with no smile or giggle

I aim for your hair style or middle

Enhancing flows, hit you with glancing blows

Man a leave your heart exposed

When I run up on man and a wood-guy, I got the darkest pose

Get me! Bruzin', against us you're losin'

It's-it's worries, no apologies, no sorrys

Raining cats and dogs on sets, gonna need more than brolly

Abbi-habbi, I'm an East Ender, got nothing to do with Corrie

It's, it's worries

Don't slip, don't be sloppy

Don't get shirty, don't get maffy, otherwise don't get coffy

Know what I mean? Yeah, killing them quick

So don't come around givin' it the big

Getting in your feelings all emotional, don't get your knickers in a twist

Know what I mean?

(Sky!) I'm fly, I'm floating already

I'll tell you that I'm cold but you know this already

Anyone of yous can get the smoke when you're ready (when you're ready)

Big Fris, fully coated already, and I reaped and sown it already

That's cold, you know (yeah!)

We reload and we offloadin' it now (yes)

Big smoke if I rise this short thing, kite won't jam, so boy better know, you know

If it ain't us man then I don't check for them

When I take tar, I'll spark up the tech for them

It's not bless for them, it will go left for them

You can have two if you want, stand next to them, mhm

You know how it gets for them

I cleaned up nice, a mess for them

Anytime I drop a new flow that's stress for them (serious!)

I'm with my G's

Fuck the rest of them

Don't try run up your mouth, write checks, can't cash 'em

Violate big man, gonna clash 'em

Old school man will see ya scash 'em

Elbow drop 'em, back and slap 'em

Hate them man there with a passion

Sometimes I question why I'm still here

But I heard the girls are still in fashion

All now! See you hear my voice on the beat all now (yeah)

Still getting stopped in the street all now

B-B-K trying to draw me all now

Sampled by the new school all now

Headlining festivals all now (whoo)

Back then they were going on militants

So I don't know why they want to act cool now (serious!)

I just swipe man one time, what did he say?

Red card, 'cause man got to feel what I'm saying

VAR when I check-check what you're saying

Got a Muslim brother, I'm spraying and praying

I'll pick out a head from far like it's nappy

Shot as in wings still moving trappy

Away games my dogs still get strappy

I wanna put an end to the dubs, I'm Dappy

Saltfish boy and his aki

Yardman can't take me for a patty

Wheels got your girl moving chatty

I don't know her name, but she's feeling Jackey

Tesco's bags of them sound like money

Like Esco, top boy spitter, that's me

Man when I swing, I feel this cool and bison

When I kick man like, ooh!

Ring-ting-a-ling, ring-ting-a-ling, ring-ting-a-ling

None of them can tell me a thing

Came for the pine and burn a man's skin

They already know man, the rap-render king

Man a laugh, man a grin, when I get up on top and then I ride the rhythm

In the deep end where the sharks them swim

Can't tell me 'bout work 'cause I'm putting it in, I'm the real-low king

Step to the mic, make moves, cash

Man, I come with the spicy thing

Better be thinking Tyson thing

Just know man a lyric in lightning thing

This is the line that you don't want to cross

We can link A-C at King's Cross

See who's boss when the coin gets tossed

Just know I've never ever lost (you get me)

Written by: Alexander Kwaku Nsiah, Bruza, Chip, D Double E, Darren Dixon, Deshane Cornwall, Hitman Hyper, Jahmaal Noel Fyffe, Jme, Kruz Leone, Lamar Williams, P Money, Paris Joel Moore-Williams, Roger Webb, Shaun Barker, Ted Awuah

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