(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