Transition (Full Vocal Vip)

Name brands on and my chains all swingin'

Agent's calling, my phone keeps ringin'

Get singalongs, the crowd keeps singin'

S-A-S-A-S-A-S

That's my team and we're all winnin'

Check my bank and walk away grinnin'

Got a peng chick, not looking for women

Worked hard for this, I never got a bring in

I'm the hype master, that's what I'm the king in

This is our year, we're gonna make a killing

Not trapping, not drilling

You ain't been through what I've been in

When I was young it was zeds I was flippin'

Now it be nothin' but dances I'm rippin'

'Cause I wear blue, don't mean I'm crippin'

You know the face, I'll murder any rhythm

I spit spectacular, vernacular

D-N-B ambassador, causing a massacre

Lyrically gassing ya, Slazenger attacking the track

In a way that you ain't never heard from an amateur

Oh, the audacity, too much tenacity

Six minds link to formulate strategy

Selling out shows, all full to capacity

And I don't switch teams, man's not Nasri

Casually, make pound moves, so you're faculty

Fall like Babylon the Great, what a tragedy

Move with times, or you get left behind

We're ten steps ahead in a different kind of academy

And no, we're not a crew, the crew ting's dead

No life in them tings, we're a family, actually

We stay blessed and got bare success

'Cause everything we got just come naturally

Ha, turn the M-I-C on

I came to the rave with no ID on

Any guy step to this, I be on

Nah, man, shut your mouth and FlyBe on

Over the heads of the most of the ravers

Better bang mash like spuds and potatoes

Straight to the face with the bass, for the haters

I proceed to make papers, check this

Emcee said I be the boss

Because I got more stripes than a zebra got

That's the flex like XJ speaker box

We've got a six man team that eats a lot

You're not ready for the energy, the levels of the man dem

Harry Shotta, Shabba Dan, spitting out random

Stormin', skalabang with another anthem

That's the reason we mic them

Ah, it's the lyrical dapper

Over the track, I bruise and batter

Stones get thrown, glass gets shattered

Flow, so cold to make you start scatter

Hit road just like a backpacker

Get gold just like I'm a trapper

Us four man link up on the set

Done know say that's your favorite rapper

Don't make man draw for the grammar

We're bigger than bread like old school Shabba

Respected by Wiley, Kano, Ghetts and Giggs, Skepta and Jammer

You can't talk to man about swagger

I bust through just like Mick Jagger

I've been doing this ting from hardcore was jungle

And reggae was ragga