Trends - Too Many MCs lyrics

[Verse 1: Jammz] Cuh man wanna leech off me But you can't get the beats off me And when nobody cared, I told 'em "don't sleep on me" Now I'm outside of the building, I'm about to buss through And you can't get the keys off me You can't lean on me, I've got the torch in my hand And plus, the whole team's on me Got the blueprint to the whole scenes on me So tell me, please, why you wanna test me for I'll blow these MCs off track [?] twice the power of C4 And I've got three on my tally, you don't wanna be four When I shut down, mandem aren't getting a restore Reload lyrics, man have got more than 3-4 So if you wanna war in the dance then be sure in the dance Place yourself in deep thought cuh [Hook: Jammz] Too many man wanna chat, but it's all chat Shut your mout, don't chat Man keep telling 'em it's not that, dem man are swag Man are getting thrown in the trash Cuh too many man wanna gas, but it's all gas Shut your mout, don't gas Man keep telling 'em he ain't nang, it's all mad Body's getting thrown in a bag [Verse 2: P Money] I'm gully, bro, I've got the money flow I've got that put inna the tummy though Said he can't be arsed so how come you're looking all bummy, bro? You think you're sonic, these knuckles'll leave you with a runny nose Tell an MC you should hurry home I'll be giving him the sh**s when I hit him with the curry flow Thinking he won't get rapped, one hour plus duct tape later You're looking like a mummy, bro, show me the money box, self-made Nobody's being P Money's boss When I take your gyal, it won't be funny, boss Matt Hoffman with the tricks, told her I've got a BMX s** That'll make her bunny hop Trip nuts for your girl, that's a bunny job Battling me's like a sh** AC That'll f** up your credit and you won't see money drop [Hook: Jammz] Too many man wanna chat, but it's all chat Shut your mout, don't chat Man keep telling 'em it's not that, dem man are swag Man are getting thrown in the trash Cuh too many man wanna gas, but it's all gas Shut your mout, don't gas Man keep telling 'em he ain't nang, it's all mad Body's getting thrown in a bag [Verse 3: PK] I put my phone on aeroplane mode to save my battery When I'm on the streets, please don't bother me Screwface on, you know it's that time Any violation, it will get peak To a point where you don't want war at your front door Man ah roll deep Like Wiley, they get the tiger lean Stars in his eyes, he couldn't believe what he'd seen Halloween mask, not a trick or treat Just donnies on job that are fully on beef Dem man are feeble, dem man are weak They need to start taking their vitamin Cs Like me, from early, mama told me Have it from no one, I'm not a chief I am that pagan king and you know where I live On the front line, come about me [Hook: Jammz] Too many man wanna chat, but it's all chat Shut your mout, don't chat Man keep telling 'em it's not that, dem man are swag Man are getting thrown in the trash Cuh too many man wanna gas, but it's all gas Shut your mout, don't gas Man keep telling 'em he ain't nang, it's all mad Body's getting thrown in a bag [Verse 4: Saint] You know S-d-d-daint, isn't it easy to tell? My bar's a brow raiser, fleeky as hell When I touch mic, I've got the keys So I don't even need me an L To be higher than them other guys Nothing like a bu*ton eyes, way sharper I'm awaiting the war, evidence? I'm the main archer k** man, I'll fling man six times Three foot deep in the well If you really wanna battle me, come and meet the beast for yourself Greedy, I've got the cheesiest smell when I roll by When I roll by, dankers, oh my Dem man are looking for their friends for the feds But I'm like hold on? I'll dead man on his Js, I don't need any help Dem boy dere move funny like Kenan and Kel So we watch the name, it's not ringing any bells Oh well, just means I might dig your girlfriend [Hook: Jammz] Too many man wanna chat, but it's all chat Shut your mout, don't chat Man keep telling 'em it's not that, dem man are swag Man are getting thrown in the trash Cuh too many man wanna gas, but it's all gas Shut your mout, don't gas Man keep telling 'em he ain't nang, it's all mad Body's getting thrown in a bag [Post-Hook: Jammz] Cuh too many MCs are washed, their flow's washed Shut your mout, go wash Man wanna send but don't watch, it's no prob Man are getting placed in a box Cuh too many guys are on rocks, c**aine rocks Now their brain's all blocked Dash man in a basket like Sox They're all lost, ain't up to the time like clocks