Bison 2 - Bossman Birdie

Watch close for the fake and devious

Act like they don’t know you

Whenever the opps wanna try make features

Some Judas, a pree dis

Can’t catch me

We’re not sleepers

On job can’t give man the jeepers

I’ll run up on you on the creepers

And duppy that like my features

Spit truth when you hear me through the speakers

Bloodline — I’m my brother’s keepers

Same man I used to go on eats with

Same man I used to bun down heat with

Same man I used to bust that heat with

I won’t say too much cah dem tings secrets

Try and ride this wave you’ll get sea sick

Nuff man talk bout trap but ain’t seen it (wasteman)

Man are shepherds not sheep

I told them you won’t catch me, I lead

Man don’t deal in deceipt

Man-a-man's a winner and that

Man don’t deal in defeat

Everything I touch I fleek

Turn your girl to a freak

She won’t come back

Won’t want to leave

Cause you ain’t one of these

Dem man ah all wannabes

I am the source

Tell them man get lost

They’re all washed

They’re not us

Just when you think I fell off

Come through with the top off (shining)

They thought they were the boss

Still ain’t paid that cost

Still ain’t took no loss (no loss)

Man’s trying to rise to the top like froth

Cut from a different cloth (different)

You’re not a boss cause you’re wearing Hugo

Don’t give a shite who you know

Let off the ting

Kick back worse than judo

All this talk about trap

They ain’t got a clue though

I’ve been wicked on mics before you were new though

S-So I don’t care about your two flows

Only bad when them man in the studio

Man better cool though

Send man Gangster’s Paradise, Coolio

Don’t know who dem man trying to fool though

All that fugazi ain’t cool bro

Man better act like they all know

Take your side chick make two porno

Fling on the mask, start move like Zorro

Dem man are doughnuts, sweet like churro

Man a chase pounds and man a make euro

And that’s a plural

Wicked on mic from a fifteen year old

Man have been up and man have been real low

But man still glow

Cah man’s trill though

Sick with the verse

Yeah yeah that’s the ill flow

N17 where the mandem still sho

Kick down doors like man a wear steel-toe

These MC’s ain’t built how I’m built though

Dem man are fakes, dicks, dildos

Bossman

Bossy

Faze Miyake