Jump Off

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Neeko] You can't relax, I'm back on the tracks It's Killa for Realla who states the facts I'm ready for rattle, yeah, ready for war I'll kick your door and buss the .44 Right now, I've got a team that you can't ignore More Fire Crew, what crew fire more? We come through and you shit your drawers You ain't the nangest in the room no more You've got it twisted, I'm not a waste guy I'm a put my nine to the side of your face guy And squeeze that, I ain't got time to waste, guy If you try a ting, I'ma deal with your face (right) Wasteman, know I'll put n****s to waste Got this thing here that I carry on mywaist N****s want new ones, alright, safe Say that to me and I'll buss that face I've got a next one, ah, fuck, Neeko, not again More Fire Crew drive me round the bend Dem man are big now? Alright then Fuck that, man, I'm gonna send for them N****s wanna chuck it, but, I'm not an arse I'll put the gat straight to your moustache Us man are spitting in a big boy class Try and try and you won't last Look now, boy, I've worked hard to make it We've got the title, you can't take it I'll make your best flow sound so basic Look, all you've gotta do is face it I don't really care if you don't feel me You can try a ting but you just can't kill me This time round, ain't nothing but the real Killa, killa, real, real, you know the deal [Verse 2: Lethal Bizzle] Lethal B, yeah, I come from the roads If you take the piss then I'll take it to the roads Slap, yeah, you deserve one of those Punch in the face, you will get one of those Patience? Nah, I ain't got one of those Bad temper, yeah, yeah, I've got one of those Carry on taking the piss with my flows You will see, no long, I will take it to the roads But seems I'm coming at your team on the roads Because n****s wanna sound like me on the roads Wanna be big like me on the roads? You need to write big songs like me on the roads Oi, who's that? Yeah, me on the roads Suckin' on the breast, yeah, me on the roads It's a sha-ame, me on the roads 'Llow that! Me on the roads I seen your album drop, I've never seen it on the roads To cause hype, wanna you try clash me on the roads Clashing me won't make you big on the roads Then write a top ten, that'll make you big on the roads Wot do u call it? Air on the roads Boy, that could never compare on the roads Fumin's getting bare big on the road Pow!, Boundary, yeah [Verse 3: Fumin] What? What? You've got no fans In the rave, you won't get no hands In the rave, you won't get no wheel-up You'll get chucked out and beat up What? You've got no content You don't produce no content I've heard your crew, no content Not once did you show content What? What? And where's your content? I know you can flow but where's your content? Ah, move on that You can't clash with Fumez and that What? What? And I'm not fooled So what if your chest is broad? I'll slew when I get called I remember him, he's a fraud What? And he's not gully When it's beef, he's screaming "mummy" Mention clash, Fumin's on it You'll be breading, "Fumin, long it" And that's how Boundary move Oi, you prick, I'm angry, move You crackheads give me joke What's that white on your nose? It's coke What? What? I'm new, alie I'll murk you, alie That's true, alie It's all about style of the Fumez, alie What? I'm next, alie I'm the one to blow next, alie Up there with the best, alie Up there with the best, alie [Verse 4: Knowledge] Fire Camp and we have di last laugh 'Nuff ah dem ah move back, ah wah di rasclart Never dat, mi pull di trigger, man are dark heart Waste boy get waste, mi nuh care Pon di ends, none ah dem mi nuh fear Teflon touch your face, nah di air [?] inna third gear Fire gunshot year after year 'Nuff ah dem ah [?] Fire flow Why bite di flow for mi never know Dem ah run out of style, soon pop down See a few of mi bars so mi nah done Can't stop di bashy flow weh mi sing Inna di campaign, Luger we bring Carbine get seleck, get fling Some bwoy ah bite flow and ting