Roll Deep / Poltergeist

Roll Deep / Poltergeist (Remix)

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We're rolling People Alright then It's Eskiboy, I'm starting this Listen I was raised up in the areas Where you will get blazed up, bored up Life ain't easy Spitting real bars, that's easy for me Cause I'm real like, win some, lose some, beef Bring it, come, let's do it I'm gonna call one person Then me and them will come to where you are I know where you are I'll be where you are in ten minutes Yeah, time to go to war yet again Had to fetch a paper and pen Time to go and ready up the skeng Time to go and ready up the dem Cause we got bare new friends And these skengers, we blast them Yo, what they wanna do? They wanna war with who? Speak truth to shh, now we're dangerous And you know that we started on road Ten man deep, now we're going on road I spit critical, whether it's syllable, formidable sound Getting bigger, motherfucker, you're not feeling me now I'm slapping soundboys, yeah, man are showing 'em how These boy test man and get buffed out Anybody wanna bring it, they can bring it now Anywhere you wanna swing it, come swing it out Don't come against me, star man, my mouth's firing Hat down, sat down, look, they're still smiling Yeah, I can have your weak crew dead in an hour, man Have my squad popping off like a shower, man I'm over you like a tower, man Don't ever lower, man I hold the power, man Beef, you know we have to show a man Roll one cause we have the heaters, man Three up in two seaters, man We don't ever leave a man My crew be the gang, man Big up Dargg's, these MCs are bees I've dropped six things that made MCs freeze And my fast shit lyrics outlasted niggas that couldn't get past 50 Bars I've spitted, I par with the hardest spitters Flow at a target and rip any mic that I'm given I rely on my mouth as a weapon Terrorise you when I'm spitting I'm the new Armageddon I'm a herbaholic, smoke till I vomit Wink on the syrup, now my whole crew's on it Alaskan, bless, Afghanistan, sesh, hydroponics Skunk white with the supersonic Keys in the bonnet, pounds in the boot Air conditioning, smelling of fruit I smoke the weed till my eyes dem bleed Don't feel my love and no twigs or seeds Try to eat Tim, you'll starve No point competing, are you daft? I'm on the beef ting, it's a laugh Tim speaking, fuck the cast For their opinion, nobody asked In my dominion, real is the task You could never steal or floss I'll still kick your arse with lyrics Or on grass Hang on You don't know me from Adam Coming up here with your mandem thinking you can jam on And you've got no weed, you've got ham on And now you think that you're a killer, killer, Cam'ron So wallah, I'm faking your salah You're not no terrorist, you're a feminist So remember this, I've got eleven fists And when I swing, I never miss Got pissed off because I slipped up with I've got my sounds on something or the other Lately I've been undercover Working hard to make gruff, but let's do cover My rhymes are cover, boots are cover Got bagash under cover, got my cash undercover Cover lyrics on a few rough beats Surfing in the streets While I see find a beat Terra made the beat, I covered the beat And now you're listening to the beat It's Merky again on the beat Begging a bredda fi come and step into mi quarter Come cross the border and step into mi area Roll deep, Jamaica riddim like sleeper Burglar boy, keep worrying people Beat you burglar, man are deep And do what you wanna beat, nuh Junk inna body buss yuh bloodcleet I'm begging a bredda fi come and step into mi sector Cop a head, slugging in di 17 shooter Yo, you couldn't bringin' it, bringin' it with a don Nah, nah, you can't swingin' it, swingin' it with a don If you wanna bring it with Killa, man bring it on Cuh, I've been swingin' it all day long So, couldn't bringin' it, bringin' it with a don Never that, you couldn't swingin' it, swingin' it with a don If you wanna bring it with Killa, man bring it on Cuh, I've been swingin' it all day long A dem dead again, soundbwoy dead again Eskiboy dead again, one shot dead again Sound clash dead again, fist fight dead again Puff puff, and then I make a nice top dead again I'm in your nice white bike top dead again Skinny dawg dead again, flick off your lid again Me, I run it real again, full 'em up and dead again You know you will again, take all your children then You're not tougher than steel Please keep it real Bullet and a shrapnel you wan' feel We nuh have time for talking True, we get straight to the point I win the skylarking You're moving too hype, my son You won't even reach my level on the mic, son Yeah, and I can see that your mandem are hungry Come in the studio, step over the I've got a fresh verse Straight from the gaza with crow feathers Seen Snugs spat under my arm in his old leathers New long body snake and his name's curl Cuttin' in my tracksuit, covered by my curl curl All they legsore lips, stop running 'em Cause I'll put a gun in 'em and knock out your brain Step top of level cause I'm on a higher level Bruv, I won't sit back and let the game get away