H.Q. (Gully Mix) [State Your Name Remix]

Lyrics

[Intro] Down at the Essentials headquarters The time is 0300 hours South London base The year 3004 [Chorus: Remerdee & Jendor] State your name, soldier (Jendor) State your location (South London) Who you repping? (Essentials) You gonna hold it down? (Yes, sir!) I said are you gonna hold it down? (I said yes, sir!) Enough talking, let's go (Lyrically defeat, y-ya, y-ya, ya) [Verse 1: Jendor] I'm a lyrical defeater, Jen be the red on the meter Leave man in the ER I'm too cold like freezer I be dark, dark, night time creeper, I I've got more than you think, more than you know It's that boy Jen blow Heard they got ticked up round the clock 'cause they watch the clock The clock watch me, oh my, I'm so high Master, bring disaster to any Flow faster than any other n***a I be doubling figures and pulling different triggers at n****s Because they're after my spot, can't take my spot Four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten Jack, Queen, wish they'll try jack me They could never jack me and they can't tell me Jack Frost End up lost in a lake [Chorus: Remerdee & Kano] State your name, soldier (K.A, the boss) State your location (E.H., East London) Who you repping? (N.A.S.T.Y.) You gonna hold it down? (Course I am!) You gonna hold it down, yeah? (Yeah!) Enough talking, let's go (Brap! Brap!) [Verse 2: Kano] Kano, I step in roads with my creps Anyone's left, get poked by my [?] Goes by who's got heart, not by rep Who aim for hearts, who aim for biceps Who plays the part, who knows the next step Who goes and who waits for "get set" Got the game by the scruff of the neck, propose a threat Goes out with the streets, propose a TEC We've got flows for next year, flows for this year Flows for rap and flows for this here Flows off the rail Flows to make my boy D Clark kick doors in jail Flows for soldiers, flows for top dogs Flows for olders, old school like Pogs Flows for cash, whose flows ain't cheap Who flows for gash? Those flows are too sweet [Bridge: Remerdee] You gonna hold it down? Yeah Are you really gonna rep? Yeah You gonna hold it down? Yeah Are you really gonna rep? Yeah You gonna hold it down? Yeah Are you really gonna rep? Yeah You gonna hold it down? Yeah Are you really gonna rep? Yeah You gonna hold it down? Yeah On your marks, get set [Chorus: Remerdee & K Dot Kidman] State your name, soldier (K Dot Kidman) State your location (South) Who you repping? (Essentials) Are you gonna hold it down? (Yeah!) I said are you gonna hold it down? (Brap!) Drop and give me sixteen [Verse 3: K Dot Kidman] You're messing with the New Cross blue boss And you don't have a clue what this kid can do Joined a crew, yeah, watch your crew One by one, then I'm coming for you Yeah, you better just move We've heard your crew and you ain't got no groove Step in my way, you'll get bruised [?] crude attitude so I bruise, rudeboy You can't come close to the heat Get out the kitchen, stop your bitching Flex like chicken, full of stuffing Heard your dance and I think that you're bluffing Tell me, rudeboy, are you down for the scuffing? I'm a real raggamuffin with a spliff and I'm puffing Big bad wolf's on the mic, still huffing Listen, rudeboy, you don't wanna start nuttin' [Chorus: Remerdee & Shizzle] State your name, soldier (Shizzle) State your location (East) Who you repping? (Ya get me, myself) Are you gonna hold it down? (For real-ion) You gonna hold it down, yeah? (Yeah, pussyclart) Enough talking (Ya get me) [Verse 4: Shizzle] 'Cause yeah, it's all about straight up real-ion All fake thugs conceal-ion Who can't hear, yeah, them dun know them ah go start feel-ion More than five gunshot, get a million Don't be sill-ion, [?] Bun fire like A P-illion Pussy get kill-ion, that's how me feel-ion Should know say I'm the real deal-ion Yeah, it's Shizzle, whole scene man are lack dat ah If a bwoy feel him bad, man will slap dat ah Gun man ah pop, dat ah TEC-9, Glock, dat ah Cash inna stash, man ah stack that Big chat, yeah, fassyhole, come back dat ah Physical, not lyrical back dat ah Watch your back 'cause I will attack dat ah Your pocket is fat with cash? I will jack dat ah [Chorus: Remerdee & 2Face] State your name, soldier (The Face) State your location (South East London) Who you repping? (Essentials) Are you gonna rep? (Yeah! It's cool) Enough talking (Okay!) Let it rip [Verse 5: 2Face Pharaoh] This arm increase two by two Don't make me strike you, snap you like pyoom Cause anarchy, ain't no attacking me For the rough man ah spray like pyoom, pyoom Possess arms, I pop nonstop Better call bomb squad, be on your guard The Pharaoh, dubplate dictator I'm the boss, hand on my heart Too smart, too much swagger, man Attacking man with a dagger, man If a man wanna try challenge my persona You never know who's behind your shoulder Your team can't match my team Go get lean as a 1.1 You could never come one on one On a one-to-one, you'll get bun, done [Chorus: Remerdee & Bruza] State your name, soldier (The Bruza) State your location (East End) Who you repping? (The Aftershock massive) Are you gonna hold it down? (Course!) You gonna hold it down, yeah? (Yeah! Yeah) Enough talking (Get me? Get me?) Let's go [Verse 6: Bruza] The Bruza's hot like Baghdad That's why you and your man are sad I'll come around your team like a flashy mash and Spit a couple little men at your hat Fill up your belly with bangers and mash I'm attacking your team like an Afghan Pap pap, clap clap Unless, chief, you're able to back chat I can't hear you, blud, you're mumbling And the Bruza brings the thundering And I'll leave his knee with a puncture in And make him do a belly dance And I'll cave him stomach in and Sweep his feet from under him It's Bruza, Zulu warrior Worrying you and your worriers, get me? Get me? [Chorus: Remerdee & Crazy Titch (remix only)] State your name, soldier (Crazy Titch) State your location (Stratford, Plaistow, East) Who you repping? (Boyz in the Hood) Are you gonna hold it down? (Come on) I said are you gonna hold it down? (Let's do this) Drop and give me sixteen [Verse 7: Crazy Titch (remix only)] [?] fuck police Fuck these pricks, I'm the king of East Crazy's ten out of ten at least [?] MC with a beast [?] [?] right now, I'm gonna breathe, breathe [?] I've gotta leave To another scene and make some cream I'm hot, it's no mystery These MCs look pissed at me Your breath's bad, you need Listerine I'm angry like Mr Bean You're late, you missed the scene Your bars make me laugh like Mr Bean Right now, right here, hit your team With a thousand bars, I'll strip your team [Chorus: Remerdee & Pepper (Gully Mix only)] State your name, soldier (Pepper) State your location (South) Who you repping? (Essentials) Are you gonna hold it down? (It's my only option) I said are you gonna hold it down? (What else have I got to do?) Drop and give me sixteen (A'ight, a'ight, a'ight) [Verse 7: Pepper (Gully Mix only)] Pretty mean with the sixteen, I split spleens And dash you in half like a TV split screen Spit tings just to let you know I rip scenes Then I'm gone, watch my style; just slipstream Kicks sting better, move from the clique's beam Sixteen make you breeze out and big scream Switch flows that switch beams and switch teams Your style weren't ready for the way I switch things Pretty ain't when I spit eights on dubplates Eat MCs like Kipling cupcakes Wanna get rough, mate? Tough, mate Can't come close, you're 'nuff late Wanna have cash like Dash and Puff, mate Step into the rave, gyal dem butt shake And cut face who really think their stuff's great Peps, lyrical klutz Ever try to touch, you just might break [Chorus: Remerdee & D Double E] State your name, soldier (D Double) State your location (E7) Who you repping? (N.A.S.T.Y.) Are you gonna rep, yeah? (What the fuck?) Enough talking [Verse 8: D Double E] Is that a smile on your face? How about I dump in your face And I've got another two in my waist To put you in place, time, I'm not going to waste Can you keep up the pace when I Come through with the blicks in the waist? Which one of these n****s want a blicks to the face? Don't know about time but I've got pure bullets And boy, if you can catch all of these in your face Face-to-face, you'll face-to-face get waste Doctor can't fix up that face Can't draw gash 'cause you look a disgrace Find a hiding place for your face Under my bonnet, yeah, that's a good place And sixty miles an hour, that's a good pace I'm putting my foot down like I'm ready to race Ready to write off the smile off your face [Chorus: Remerdee & Bonezlee] State your name, soldier (Bonezlee) State your location (Forest Hill) Who you repping? (High Grade) Are you gonna hold it down? (Yeah!) Are you gonna hold it down, yeah? (Yeah!) Enough talking, okay then [Verse 9: Bonezlee] Lock away your daughters When they find their way to High Grade headquarters Watch out for Transformers Fassies in disguise, you don't fool us Certain MCs babylon bawl us But I be flawless So I flow high like, high like chimney tops Over your rooftops It's big bag Bonezlee coming out the speakerbox I like girls in tight tops Tight jeans, anything, I'm not fussy; strike down a fassy You see me? Then you might see magic Got matches and [?], I might have to cause havoc I'm hurting this shit, see, I'm extravagant You can't come close 'cause I'm militant [Chorus: Remerdee & Stormin] State your name, soldier (Stormin) State your location (East side) Who you repping? (N.A.S.T.Y) You gonna hold it down? (You know this) I said are you gonna hold it down? (Yeah, yeah!) Enough talking, let's go (Brap, brap!) [Verse 10: Stormin] I went away on a little vacation Put myself in deep hibernation 'Cause in this game there's bare complications Getting myself in weird situations People tryna murk me on stations And they put my name in their conversations I'll murk them boy, no hesitations So that means you want war to my calculations You're just a moot with no education To take you out? My stimulation I'm not a prick, blud, don't be mistaken And if I need a mash I'll check my boy in Beckton Won't take me long to find your location Dots will make you look like a black dalmation Think you're Jah? You're a weak imitation You need to know that I murk every nation [Chorus: Remerdee] State your name, soldier (Captain Remerdee) State your location (South London) Who you repping? (Essentials) Are you gonna rep? (You dun know) Enough talking (It's the Captain inside!) Let it rip [Verse 11: Remerdee] The name's Cap Cap, new era like your baseball caps What'd you know about running with a baseball bat Don't play that, just lay back Thinking of a way I'm gonna launch an attack Night time's when I switch to the black Get dark on a n***a like my name's Pitch Black Be at home when it turns night time And you stay locked up until the sun comes out I be the medicine cap Remerdee's medicine Captain, that's Cap Matching jumper, matching cap Break your neck and I'll break your back I stand tall like the Deptford flats Might see me with the Deptford rats and I will buss caps Keep setting 'nuff traps Leaving gaps on tracks, yeah [Bridge: Remerdee] You gonna hold it down? Yeah Are you really gonna rep? Yeah You gonna hold it down? Yeah Are you really gonna rep? Yeah You gonna hold it down? Yeah Are you really gonna rep? Yeah You gonna hold it down? Yeah Are you really gonna rep? Yeah You gonna hold it down? Yeah On your marks, get set You gonna hold it down? Yeah Are you really gonna rep? Yeah You gonna hold it down? Yeah Are you really gonna rep? Yeah You gonna hold it down? Yeah Are you really gonna rep? Yeah You gonna hold it down? Yeah Are you really gonna rep? Yeah You gonna hold it down? Yeah On your marks, get set