Radio Danger - Yizzy

Top boy, young boy for the new gen

Selling my name, and front for some newcomer

'Cuh man ah bury any newcomer

Ask none of the bars but I’ma newgunner

Still coming for the top boys wig

That’s not your riddim, you’re just lending

Top boys really wanna hate up on a kid

When I rass, when I flip, it’s peak when man ah start

Sending, sending, sending, sending shots

When I send shots, you’re bound to get shot

Dem boy there are some internet badman

Live in the flesh, everybody’s like, «Huh?»

Huh, blud, what you mean «What?»

Send disstracks, get a man rushed like Dot

Go on, skengman say it with your chest

Fam, if you’re gonna do it, do it like what

Bring the beat down and lemme do this

'Cause this next bit here is when I lose it

It’s the music business, flip this, rip this

Need a witness for the music

Can you do this for the music gg

Do it for the money, bun LinkUpTV

Next one says that «It's grime that’s shaky» (How?)

You don’t post grime on a daily

Shut ya mout, you ain’t there for youth

Just another likkle brother telling lies, not truth

I’ll aim and let 8 bars fly this morning

Like I’m chilling on a couch with Ruth

No

If you’re already popping

You just think «Lemme sign him through» and

«How much money can I make from you?»

I know too many industry detail

About too many male and female

But lemme keep that on the low 'cuh

I don’t wanna get blocked like an email

'Cuh I love this industry

Same time bun this industry

Same time got nothing but love to the ones that helped do bits for me

Stop

Lemme take it back for the minute

Rap for the minute

Man a might snap in a minute

'Cuh they really wanna really run up in a war with the bars

It’s calm 'cuh I’m sending a bar for the minute

This riddim is a female

Thought that was your girl?

Oh well, hotel, beat her for a minute

Danger, danger, wanna war with me?

Danger, danger, war with the team

'Cause a man said he wanna diss ire, no

If I see man, them man will run fast

I body rass, can’t let that pass

How ya mean, ya tryna come 'cross

'Cause a man said he wanna diss a killer like no

If I see man, them man will run fast

I body rass, can’t let that pass

How ya mean, ya tryna come 'cross

cross

Man are not friends like Joey and Ross

Like Madeline, them boy will get lost

I spin a boss

And them boy, them boy are washed

Them boy ain’t ready for the new kid

Them boy, them have got no sauce

Them boy are tooth

Don’t call man bro like Philip and Ross

I body rass, I body bumba

Better than man and I’m five years younger

Like to sip juice but I don’t smoke ganja

Still bun up on a set like Danjah

Bars go over your head like a jumper

I just wanna whine on a bumper

Straight in, lemme get that number

Gotta make sure I shut down shows

Tryna be the young king like Caesar

Peng gyal chilling at the bar like «whoa»

She sees me, I seize her, I step like

«Wagwan, b, it’s nice to meet you»

She’s like, «Hi, my name Shaniqua»

I said «Hi, I’m Yizzy, what ya drinking?»