Chorus

Wha dem know bout this

Wha dem know bout that

They don't know bout pepper

What dem know bout the flats

What dem know bout sub bass

What dem know bout chats

What dem know bout lyrics

Them lot ain't bad

Verse 1

Been on muck since younger

From the slums we a grow and come from

Fling pure vibe down over sub bruv

Ganja smoke and whole heap ah rum done

Shells fly if they wan run come

Try me, trust me I'm the wrong one

Killshot, headtop, it's long son

Put them deep down inside the dungeon

Stay right till the end of the function

We move and glide when the bass hum

Rise and skank from day one

Whole heap ah vibes we don't waste none

If they want slide, life we take one

Burying sound, inside the graveyard

Its mad, no hesitation

Could never take man for no lame one

Illa the illest can't fathom, hit em with damage and immaculate patterns that baffle

Killing these mcs, treat em like cattle

Hop on the saddle and ride through the manor

Displaying the trophies and daggers

Destroying the blaggers and anyone gassing they mash up dances with terrible chatting, sick of the waffle and glazing of rappers that haven't got talent just money and hype, spewing the lies and the shittiest vibes

Take off the head and pull on the spine

Ain't got the spirt, Ain't got the drjve

Ain't got no heart they ain't divine

Let em all come, I'll send em to sky

Don't ever fuck my money or time

Turn outside with the wolves at my side

Chorus

Wha dem know bout this

Wha dem know bour that

They don't know bout pepper

What dem know bout the flats

What dem know bout sub bass

What dem know bout chats

What dem know bout lyrics

Them lot ain't bad

Verse 2

All talk, no trousers

They won't last 10minutes

This game will eat them alive and

Careers diminished

Better eat your spinach and pull up your socks

Cause you'll get forgotten about

Stuck in the land of the lost

Get left tied in knots,

Like bish, bash, bosh

Man smoke like Tosh

Man flex and move like boss

You lot move swag

Best start counting loss

We come straight from the block and half these dons are fucking posh

So don't get man pissed

Don't fuck with the gods

Get battered like cod

This ain't top of the pops

It's money and gwop

It's life and death

It gets on top

And you can get smoked and bun like crops

Circled and crossed

Shipped off and lost

Off cliff get tossed

Tess man it'll cost

Shit get dark like goths

Snot box get tumped and rocked

If you touch my plate

Both hands get chopped