Milli Major, Flirta D, President T, Chronik, Meridian Dan - Rally lyrics

Yo i’ve done a lot of shit in my
Life and it ain’t come around yet
I must move quicker than karma
I’ve cut more necks than a barber
Not a small little scratch you
Can fix with a plaster
You know me, I’m a grafter
I make money, work hard, play after
Think you're big? You roll with a blaster?
Catch up and you're gonna
Need more than armour
What do you know about drama?
It's all fucked up when you
See man in the Brava
Black tinted 'clava, let off the ting
They're dead like a natural disaster
I am the master you wanna run your mouth and
Then beg for an after
When I draw for the ting then we all
Know it's not about jokes and laughter

Spin a man’s head backwards
Half your team are just actors
Man wanna follow me into the flame?
I'll make a man jump backwards
I’m like a thousand raptors
I tear flesh with my hands
I was in jail cos I stayed in beef
Blud them man started the beef and ran
I thank God for my hand, couple 80’s
Had a black Jack and a slag
Laid down the king of hearts
Reverse the whole game like a cab
If I say there's mud in your head
I ain't talking an expensive hat
Trust when I say there's flow in my head
That have gone so sick I’m receiving jabs

Nobody runs these streets
If anyone did then I never knew
Back in Meridian I had a crew
Everyone six foot tall and
Rolled with a dezzy
They were like, "Somebody slow down Prezzy"
I was like, "Nobody can, sorry nobody could"
Draw for the garden spade and a plank of wood
Then I went KFC
What did I order? Wing and a fries
Somebody tell these guys
I mean what did I order? Breast and a chips
Say they got nines
Funny how I can't see clips
When I got mines, they were like flies
But I weren't doing up zips

F double L, I I with a T been doing a g
Tearing up stage, tearing up dough
One man army, tearing up flows
F double L I R with a T
Been doing this since early g
Tearing up stages, tearing up beats
One man army, tearing up fleets
Tearing up shows like
Know that my style was not for the
Still on my g-r-i-n-d

So we will fire 'pon them boy dere
So we will fire 'pon them boy dere
So we will fire 'pon them boy dere
Diss my crew, we'll fire 'pon dem
So we will fire 'pon them boy dere
So we will fire 'pon them boy dere
So we will fire 'pon them boy dere
Diss my crew, we'll fire 'pon dem
Roll like this
How many MCs got flows and lyrics
They ain't soundboys, just jokes and gimmicks
When I write rhymes, no limit's
Big in space, big in
Should have slapped the judge
When he sentenced Merrick
MCs call me out, I can't hear them
It's like they ain't got no credit