歌詞
If ya think that ur dark im darker/ Big flo father/ punch man up like Tyson did wilder/
Big fat Spliff I roll it and spark up/
Kung fu tongue I'm a lyrical master/
Man know they don't wanna test me don/ don't matter bout anything they test me on/ dem man are on sus and test but il still crush they're heads till they look like dey sketched em on/
Ya time is up so ya best be gone/
I'm the hardest by levels I'm past it/
When I charge up like like dragon ball z manz gunna need shenrons wish to get to this target/
So hard that I parred it/
16 bar and see dem man fallin/
Back on the grind the road dey be callin/
Watch for the snakes and jakes they be tarkin/
Back in the day on court we be ballin/
Now I take 3 point shots to the cats on the road in the darkness/
Mist on the road not part of the khalas/
Big fuck you to the feds when dey pass us/
Big black bastard/
10/10 and it shine like varnish/ Eskimo garden/ white rock look like an iceberg get u on a wave juss like if the ice Broke off and you slipped where it partened/
Flows so cold like Antarctic/
Dem man are so gassed up anybody woulda thought they make their doe by burping and farting/
Im Bart ur Martin/
Bars so sharp dem man are self harming/
Get dem a casket best on the market/
Mana juss kill an emcee while laughing/
Sliiiiime
It's that everyday grind
Bitch ass **** wanna front on a ****
But I stay with that everyday nine
One in the head and the tip turn red when I bus like a **** on vine
Buss through the door wit four five left then sit like a **** on time
These hoes got me fucked up
I got nuff stuff on my mind
Stop wit that ruff stufff
U got locked up for that staj rape
But wen mans brace u get roughed up
Us a bitch
Man get hook and flop like a fish
Wonder how u got out so quick
We respect the war and the grit
Never had the love for a shitch
In this game
Bun dat flame wit that capleton and sizzla
On repeat cus the message the same
****
Never tame ****
wit that AK from China but it blaze ****
Lame ****
on the da gram capping out
Catch Em mother fuckers sliping
Leave their testins hangin out
My flow is fresh like crystal water in a drout
What the fuck u lame as myherfuckin bitches takin bout
Wha ya say wha ya do/ wha ya do wha ya say/
It's Big Kanine and Kazz on the mic we here to do this all day/
Wha ya do wha ya say wha ya say wha ya do/
Kane on the mic ya best listen up you don't wanna miss these 2
Said it before I've been in the war/
Times When the feds said get on the floor/
Finally Tracked man down for some violent crimes and they got like 10 old bill at tha door/
I'm a violent man with a violent plan/
Got hooks for ya face and hooks for my rhymes coz even my rhyming bangs/
Bars so fire somebody call fireman sam/
Hope that the feds don't find my gang/
So many thoughts if i wrote dem down to keep them I'd have to try and hire a van/
Bars so fire there's fire in van/o
Shotta and I am the firing man/
Fiiiiiiiiiiiire fiiiiiiiiire firreeeeeeeee/
Fire with bars I'll heat up the game like burning monopoly/
Ain't no stopping me/ taking ya pride but it ain't no robbery/
Please don't bother me/ u man are all there stuck but im bouncing about with a mic like an lyrical wallaby/
And ya mum loves manogomy/
Propa slut gotta be/ honestly/
I'm the best in the game il aim for the stars in the sky till I'm sat there claiming astronomy/
That's how it's gotta be/ do tings properly/
Somebody tell that henry kid he's out of a job cah the way that I keep on droppin dembars so horribly/
I'm so horrible big black terrible/
Dick be edible/ call me an oricle/
Keep on telling em that i will murder the scene till they'll talk like I murdered it better than Robert and big Jon venables/
Spliff look green like vegetables/
When the dargs are about them cats aint there coz I been to the Spot and fed em all/
Everybody knows I'm a lord of the mic you might aswell tell em all
Start it. over
Black Range Rover
Black tint black rims
Black sig sauer
-Real bad man blast reporta
Smoke on a zute and blaze informa
Raging storma takin ordas
Dat gyal bad like satan daughter
-Insurance things in orda
If man ded my daughter lorda
D millies
Killy Killy Killy Killy
Popcaan
like a movie
Wife still moody
Walk out d door get head from Judy
So much coke
That shit unruly ,Coolie
Chinee
Gyaldem poonkie still slimy
Went church man mood still grimy
Trini man ting
Flash tool like id
Wha ya say wha ya do/ wha ya do wha ya say/
It's Big Kanine and Kazz on the mic we here to do this all day/
Wha ya do wha ya say wha ya say wha ya do/
Kane on the mic ya best listen up you don't wanna miss these 2/
