Gridlock - YGG, Manga Saint Hilare, GHS

Badabadadada, C-A-M, that

Badabadadada, K-O-double-F

Badabadadada, who’s that breh?

That

Badabadadada, badabadadada

Badabadadada, Bad Ombré

Badabadadada, Camden Lad

Badabadadada, and it’s the, and it’s the

Badabadadada, King Yosho

Oi, you, back off

'Fore MCs get slapped like back off

Dem man are spineless, took their back off

You don’t wanna see LS slap off

Wanna test LS?

Come like iCloud

Man better have backup

Press the button, but it ain’t back up

Lick down MCs so they won’t get back up

Tell them don’t move

Move, get bax

Pussy youts

Man ah see through cats

But that’s not new, that’s not news

That’s just facts

Dick your girl, she sends nudes

To my Snap, don’t have that

Yo, mic check, 1−2

Man ah rally and pattern up when I want to

Just know that manaman’s top three

I ain’t the one though, murk when I want to

Dance get slumped, money ah go bun

Easily add to the tally when I want to

Lyrics can’t done, fire ah go bun

MCs better sekkle yourself, you’ll get bun too

GHS 3310 again, soundbwoy dead again

Bwoy better go to their bed again

If I hear the voice in my head again

Rudeboy, what you know about madman?

Man are wicked man, man ah see red, take out ten of dem

Everyting gonna get perish and bury them

Bury them, bury them fast

Informer, don’t mek a next talk

Yo, it’s the Waterboy

Oi, oi, Waterboy

I bet you any money if I swing my baseball bat-bat

That’s the Waterboy

C-A-double-N-O-N, Waterboy

Loose Cannon, Waterboy

Yo, Flowdan, aim and rise the bazooka

Waterboy

It’s the mad one, AKA slap one

You don’t wanna see the billy GOAT

Trendsetter, check out the video

Man act hard, but ain’t really though

Blud, it’s mad, AKA Saf

You don’t wanna see don don

Don’t care where you come from

Heart attack, man ah counter attack with a bomb-bomb

It’s like wicked and wild, plenty of style

Head of the pile, flows so fine

Dem man are dead, come like River Nile

Never ever done a live set, live inside

Inside, inside

Dem haffi know seh we’re live inside

Tell a dead guy tek time 'fore we tek life

'Cause we don’t play dem games on TheOtherSide

Yeah, the flow’s sick more time

Bars so sick more time, gas crowds when I spit more time

You’ve spent years in the game

Like Romeo, you won’t get more time

More time is suttin' you might need

More time spitters talk bad, more time spitters talk greaze

More time, the above

Is something that they don’t be

I come through like one punch man

Don’t drink beer, I’m a rum punch man

Chicken and chips, not a pub lunch man

Bet you’ll see stars like lovestruck man

Wanna try it?

Then good luck, man

That right there’s not a good look, man

Verse come through like a nunchuck, man

So you best have your gloves up, fam

Ayo, live and kicking

When we keep murking, grime can’t dead

These likkle man are talking, I’m bringing them the bawling

They wouldn’t last one minute on a grime set

When we pull up to your function with no introduction

A couple eight bars, everyting slap weh

Deal wid the matter, mek the crowd scatter

Stop all the chat when DJ press play, yo