Chaos City - Jay Amo, Marger, PK

Yo, likkle man, don’t ask Amm for 3.5

Cuh you know I’ll just wile out in the place

Smash that face, cuh you know

Ammi don’t watch no dickheads

Bet you thought I was gonna say face

Hold tight Ace, hold tight Splurt

Hold tight Face

Run up on pagans on my Js

Do my dirt, then buss case

Thought you was blessed with the amm but you’re not

Any funny guy that tries piss me off

Will get headlocked and left at the docks

Don’t care 'bout your team, don’t care 'bout your block

Don’t give a fuck since I’ve come out of bin

If I can’t bun your parents, I’ll bun your next of kin

Never got roughed on the front line

Bet you thought I was gonna say wing

Still around packs (abs)

On these roads (cabs)

Did 'nuff gears in rags

Rich ain’t in my vocab

What you know about bags

Upon bags and bags upon bags?

What we stash and tax and these gash

Spent racks and packs to buy flats

And really, ahh

You got me on one like a wheelie

These man go point when they see me

I was on TV like a series

Now I’m back with the work, no CV

Dem man try do me like Jay-Z did Beenie

Raised real so I’ve never been needy

Violate?

Bun man’s skin like tea tree

It’s like nowadays, every MC wanna act up

I never came with the ba-dum-ba-dum

I came with shaolin fists, you’ll get smacked up

Man said he’s got shells on the rave

Who got this little boy gassed up?

If I put heat in your face

Shit can get as deep as my blade

You’ll be on the floor all frass

My Team Paid

New York Yankees the way we roll with bags

You ain’t wielding a hammer like Thor, praise to the Lord

You ain’t got rhythm or gash

Where have you been?

Like they’ve never seen Wax

But I’m still OT, chilling with the mandem

I was on my block with the steak and mash

Dem man said they’re in love with the coco

Dickheads, dem man are crackheads

Say they’re from the UK but they won’t back it, pagans

Say they don’t like our music, aight, then

Camden styley when I tell a man you better

Suck your mum for man are from London

Dem man are shook, can’t come to the dungeon

And I know breddas from south

If I clap man down, no talk, that’s end of discussion

Don’t make me call for the Lyrical Gaffer (LS)

Whack man’s head like tennis

Bad Ombré, you know me, that menace

From a yout man, man’s always been off my head

So man better call my chemist

I’m not shook, you know mi not jelly

I’m not shook, you know me, I’m ready

Don’t get gassed, don’t beg it

I could be in the corner sleeping

Mandem will still say «DJ, edge it»

Cuh if you ain’t levs, you’ll feel my presence

I’ve just started

But I swear on my life, we will soon be legends

And if you ain’t involved

Then man like you can keep it stepping

It’s bait that you’re more in denial

I’m Suarez scoring goals

And you’re a little boy that’s out on trial

Don’t get gassed, I have your girl moving cheeks

That’s more than a smile

Your whole EP ain’t even close to the WAV

Of my 16 file

Ever so grimy, ever so vile