Destruction

Lyrics

[Chorus: Jammer] Top producer (rudeboy) Top producer (rudeboy) Me sit behind the computer Me sit behind the computer (behind the computer) 'Cah man are top producer ('cah man are top producer) 'Cah man are top producer ('cah man are top producer) Me sit behind the computer Man have got the whole game on one riddim [Verse 1: Wiley] I'm hearing my name; they're saying my name I'm still street; playing the game, I'm loving the game I'm not asleep; wide awakе, I'm hot in the game My name's Wilеy, that's that Eskimo boy I'm hearing my name; they're saying my name I'm still street; playing the game, I'm loving the game I'm not asleep; wide awake, I'm hot in the game My name's Wiley, he's the Eskimo boy Let me show everybody who's hot out of us and you What have you seen? What have you been through? I know trouble, trouble said he don't know you I know beef and beef said he don't know you I had war, war said he don't know you I done crime and crime said he don't know you I'm street, street said he don't know you I know sufferer, sufferer don't know you I know hungry, he said he don't know you I know who's who and who's who don't know you I know empty belly and he don't know you I know robbery and he said he don't know you I know .38, he said he don't know you I know hustler, hustler don't know you I know ghetto, ghetto life don't know you I know badboys, badboys don't know you, yo [Verse 2: D Double E] Lyrical dan, that's me, me If you want to come clash me, me [?] meet me, me Mess with me, me Budubup- with man like me One man soldier, that's me, me Draw for the mash, that's me, me Get shook on the spot, that's who? Who? Bare MC think they're heavy like metal Say they've got dough but they ain't got a shekel Seen a big gash looking effed like Ethel Them MCs better hide before I switch like Jekyll Cool and sekkle before I sting your ice kettle just like a nettle before I draw for the metal in the belt buckle therefore Don't wanna start trouble with the Double When I'm warmed up I'll leave you in a lyric blood puddle Greet you with arms, not talking a cuddle The doctor can't put you back together like a puzzle So hold your mouth shut like you're wearing a muzzle On your face you'll be wearing my Knuckle imprint to the side of your temple You're just simple, get popped like a pimple Who's on the mic? D Double, not single [Verse 3: Footsie] Get bare right hooks, bare left hooks Bare uppercuts, bare headbutts, I Left your face with bare cuts Don't mek me get deep and draw for the mutts Get bare right hooks, bare left hooks Bare uppercuts, bare headbutts, I Left your face with bare cuts Don't mek me get deep and draw for the mutts (murkery) Mmm, don't make me mad I'll make your mum and your dad real sad And no one's glad When they're at the funeral dressed in black You ain't really ready for the deep impact So blud, I suggest you stand back Before you quickly get smacked By the front of the gat, that's that, that's that I will kidnap you and beat you in shifts First I'll start with twelve till six, then Then I'll let you rest for a bit, then Even let you heal for a bit Then restart, my schedule won't lift 'Cah you could have been [?] the bottom of the bits You'll get bare right hooks, punches and kicks, then Me and Jammer change shifts [Verse 4: Kano] Look, from city to city, from town to town From lamppost to lamppost, we run the roads From TECs to nines, from nines to MACs From MAC-10s to mad friends, we've got the most From city to city, from town to town From lamppost to lamppost, we run the roads From TECs to nines, from nines to MACs From MAC-10s to mad friends, we've got the most Look, from lamppost to lamppost, we run the roads So, war? That's right up my street; that's my cup of tea Heat that's right in my reach, we're all from the street We're all from violence, crime, theft and stress Clearly I'm a KA that talks BS Put a bullet in your screwface, double-O-P-S Let me just address, down below we rest The underground taking over the overground All over town, K, I'm in the picture now Want no amount less than a long figure now "Kano won't amount to nothing Just another broke n***a puffing away his money till the smoke kill him" Who's him? I'm a big king I'ma be doing this 'til I'm crowned kingpin See me doing this oversea Ran away with the game, if you want it back, find me It's war [Verse 5: Crazy Titch] You don't wanna look round my way Or they're gonna have you shook round my way Chaps and chain get took round my way You'll get a right hook round my way Pussy don't get suck round my way Plenty hoes get fucked round my way You'll get a gun buck round my way From the back of a truck round my way, oi oi oi oi Round my way, it's off the heezy Bullets get let go very easy Open up your chest and your breathing wheezy My style's not grime, it's very greasy Got [?] N****s get kidnapped, they're like "please release me" Round my way, draws get sucked Plenty hoes get fucked, you'll get a gun buck MCs ain't really relaxed, you chiefs fucked Lyrics that I spit are way too much I'm too hot to touch, you'll get burnt On the school playground, I never learnt Know a lot of dough has to be earned Many new corners have to be turned Round my way, we don't care who you know We just get what? We just get, get dough [Verse 6: Sharky Major] Shark's got lyrics for the rainy days, I've got lyrics for the wars Lyrics for every course, lyrics that'll bury yours If it's wars, don't want to go at it Guarantee you'll be the first one on all fours Spray that? Can't spray for shit next to me Don't ever spit, you're counterfeit Mind your neck back don't get slit Or worse, you whole wig get split, one target I've seen [?] guys, don't know why Some try come on the mic like tough guys And it's just for the session, I don't hear the aggression I'm like "what's he playing at? What he's saying can't be that" Rags or gangster, rep it well Fuck sales, just give me a beat and I'll eat it Bring any MC who wants to face me I will defeat the prick, I ain't losing it That's good news for some Sharky step on the mic and just blaze Toaster; spitter; on stage I'm roasting n****s for fun Bring most your men, watch most your men get done Been spitting like this from day one I might stop, make a few concepts, then come back To what I'm used to doing: a reality check This war shit's what I expect [Verse 7: Capo] Tie man with shoelaces, buss cases Splurt [?] wet faces Capo drum blazes and amazes Writ flows in phases, get the papers Tallest skyscrapers, money makers Movers and shakers break fakers Thinking that they up to par, I'm like nah When I split, man's like "rah" Yo, call me hater 'cause you know I hate your takes And if I see you at a show, might break your face Wanna roll with man? Best get your skates You wanna test this? Best draw your brakes 'cah Jammer done upped the stakes And now we bun fakes and dump them in lake Try front just 'cause you push weights Make you do sums with two 38s Gotta get that, add that, grab that Man still want beef so we stab that In between where your chest and your abs at For the cream, my team will rush that Load up the tings, then buss that Want war? No time to discuss that Fat paper stack, man loves that On top of my game, yeah, trust that [Verse 8: Hitman Hyper] Yo, I've got quick manoeuvres If I switch, I'll buss sick manoeuvres Draw heat and buss clip manoeuvres Me and my dogs, we're hip removers Yeah, I've got quick manoeuvres If I switch, I'll buss sick manoeuvres Draw heat and buss clip manoeuvres Me and my dogs, we're hip removers I've got the skill to make your blood spill When I draw my steel and get ill with the nine mil' Nobody move, nobody get hurt 'Cause I'm ready to put you all back in the dirt I'll make you hold licks, but not from my palm You're gonna hold them from the butt of my gun I'm a swift man, quick man when I manoeuvre Top notch man with the German Luger I'm not a cute man, never was a pretty boy I look mean and I walk with a mean toy A mean toy? That's my nine mil' Ready to rip at any badman grill for real Yeah, that's how I feel No matter what manor you're from, you'll still get peeled For real, yeah, that's how I feel You better lock me up without no appeal [Verse 9: Monkstar] I'm gonna spit words like a fax I ride like a train on tracks I'm too hot, you'll melt like wax I deduct MCs like tax You can't relax Spitting heavy then leaving cracks So just watch your backs Lyrics kill like the way anthrax attacks So when you come out of your apartment Watch your back 'cause I'll reach for the glove compartment And pull out the MAC like [?] I'll make you eat bullet like a snack Knock out your teeth so you don't get plaque You can't spit, I'll lyrically hijack Sharper than your whole pack All their heads will get crack as I spit on track Now on that track, was you all that? As you collapse, [?] You're not bad 'cause you got one-two little tracks I'll leave your teeth with gaps, perhaps Where you walk, I'll leave traps Kidnap you, make you eat my scraps Make you work until your back snaps Drawn a line here so you better step back [Verse 10: Esco] I'm Escobar You can't ramp with the diddy diddy Escobar Black gats, chrome gats, Escobar [?], load that, Escobar Take your fat chaps, Escobar And I'll blaze up any track, Escobar Any back chat? Brap! Escobar And that kicks and slaps, that's Escobar [?] and bats, that's Escobar That's merky I've heard you, now you hear me I'll rile you, will you rile me? I'll show you, will you show me that I'm a little prick and you're a real OG? Nah, 'cause I know that you can see I'll rough you up kinda easily Couple headlocks leave man's chest wheezing, B And I'll rough man up for no reason, B And it's an all-year-round gun season, B So grab your .38 and come see me, B 'Cah my star nine make an MC star jumpy TEC-9 make an MC tek time, and I Never really beat around the bush I just beat my strap and hide man behind the bush And if you nah ready for the war, boy, just shush [Verse 11: Ratty] You want fire? I'ma turn the heat in the game That's so crazy, everybody's out for fame They're all lazy, no skill, lack the flame They lack the brains, they're only in the game for the name They want fire? I'ma turn the heat in the game That's so crazy, everybody's out for fame They're all lazy, no skill, lack the flame They lack the brains, they're only in the game for the name I spit a flame in the game, straight roast 'em out Roast 'em all out, I'ma spit toast 'em out 'Cah they ain't worth calling out, whole of them bawling out On the roads still stalling out [?] start to touch [?] start to clutch, devour them 'cah Threats I'm sending 'em, bullets from the Caribbean 'Cah dem are chat show host like Letterman Up against better men, raised by a veteran [?] World War 3 that might never end Never friend, put a shell in your bro Fuck around and [?] Listen up, nah, no time for fizzing up Your boys wanna war? I'll have your boys kidnapped Missing up [?] fizzing up the back of the road Well, listen up a second time, though, I've already told ya [Verse 12: Durrty Goodz] Yeah, overall, who be the best overall? Who be the wickedest overall? Who come fresh overall? Who bun the most cess overall? Over and over Overall, who be the best overall? Who be the wickedest overall? Who come fresh overall? Who bun the most cess overall? Over and over Overall, I be the best out of all Bwoy test, you're 'bout to fall You coulda fat, skinny or small, long and tall You coulda tough like a concrete wall Doogz never stall, fi go mash up any dancehall Ah go mek your girl scream and bawl And you know me deya ready fi go bun a fire pon a boy If him ah flex like RuPaul Ayy, soundboy, if it's war, my name yuh fi call My mandem are gunners like Arsenal Put two hot one up inna di ras' of y'all Then me ah go blast your gyal Ayy, soundboy, if it's war, my name yuh fi call My mandem are gunners like Arsenal Put two hot one up inna di ras' of y'all Then me ah go blast your gyal [Outro: Jammer] Destruction Only I can do this, yeah? Only me, yeah? Make the whole game come together On a one riddim track Mi do dat, seen? Jammer, yeah Brap