(Intro: Vocal Sample)
Dope man when I’m on set you can’t cope

(Pre-Chorus: Kwame)
Put me in the booth I’m dope
Room full of snakes stay woke
When you’re on the mic you choke
Boy that’s a nope
You flop you a joke
Won’t keep up, can’t cope

X2

(Chorus: Kwame)
Put me in the booth I’m dope
Room full of snakes stay woke
When you’re on the mic you choke
Boy that’s a nope
You flop you a joke
Won’t keep up, can’t cope

X2


(Verse 1: Renz)
Me I always got new flows sutting like a 17 plate
They’re not just good, like Tony said they’re great
Spit greeze, never been soft like clay
Man freeze cause they see the bar that I raise
Hit radio, yeah cos I need to train
Hit college and, trust me I’m always late
Never early, but that don’t matter
Cah on mic I’m certi
This my plan, ay yeah trust watch my journey
Them washed MC’s nah they’re not worthy
So don’t try send for me or try hurt me
Cah I will murk man until he say mercy
If you wanna jack man’s style just like Kirby
I will quick wet man’s face just like Percy
When I say Percy, know I mean Jackson
Get dark whack man up like a Saxon
Hold bags know they’re heavy like a Phantom
Make man scream all loud when I bax him
Snapchat lights camera no action
Send it to your link cah I’m her attraction
Yeah she finds me way more than handsome
Go to the room and trust me I’m mashin’
Wanna talk loads his face I’ll be bashing in
Couldn’t care less if a man goes to the gym
Carving skin man
Know say my lyrics are the wickedest ting
Mi nuh ramp mi nuh skint mi just shank up him
Doesn’t even matter if he’s got a bigger ting
I’ll use the blade like it was a sword and I will
Swing at my man with bare force
Try know that I never miss the target of course
If it’s war, then it’s war
If it’s on, then it’s on
(Vocal Sample)
Dope man when I’m on set you can’t cope

(Chorus: Kwame)
Put me in the booth I’m dope
Room full of snakes stay woke
When you’re on the mic you choke
Boy that’s a nope
You flop you a joke
Won’t keep up, can’t cope

X2


(Verse 2: Raj Mahal)
I don’t like to keep myself home much
Headin’ overseas get guap, get stacks
I don’t wait in line that life ain’t for me
Young n*gga got privilege, V.I.P. Outback
Back, 4-door ute with some youths
Got Drake in the boot, no snakes in my crew
Talking shit that’s danger for you
But we all more amazing than you
No shade it’s the truth
How come in the hood I’m good
In the ‘burbs they curse and they treat me like criminal
Why these n*ggas think they shit on lock
When I listen I just see so minimal
I’m off the meter, iambic
You ain’t even touchin’ my syllables
Walkin’ on you brittle dudes
To my own accord like umbilical
I don’t pay attention to subliminals
(Chorus: Kwame)
Put me in the booth I’m dope
Room full of snakes stay woke
When you’re on the mic you choke
Boy that’s a nope
You flop you a joke
Won’t keep up, can’t cope

X2