(Main Verse)
I hit like kicks and snares from breh's gone sick
Twisted minds gone flipped and ditched in a black hole
Beats so fat it's fact that we stepped it up one notch with the track so
Don't try and hold yourself back just roll with the track get moving your backs now
We're bound to flip you on mats close-lining your backs 'cos we bring the smackdown
Step in the ring with a writing pad then put that down get hype and mad
And spit with a rhythm that's sick and will hit them with a hit harder than a right to the pad
Train up but you won't get near us, this level is high like ill dust
But don't try smoke me 'cos I might choke these and make them believe that i'm pilled up
Kicks and snares from breh's gone sick
(Hook x4)
Don't try and hold yourself back, don't try and hold yourself back
Don't try and hold yourself back just roll with the track get moving your backs