Big Mic Man (Fire Bun)

[Intro]
Bun that with the fire
Bun that with the fire
Bun that with the fire
It's the new styley from the flow farda
Bun that with the fire
Bun that with the fire
Bun that with the fire
New styley from the flow farda

[Verse 1]
Ayo, I am the big Flowdan
Otherwise known as Mr Sandman
Fill dem inna quicksand, put them in a trash can
Pon microphone stand, some boy get prang
Fire pon your whole crew, blaze up your gang
Lyrical gangster, lyrical dan man
My style isn't a counteraction
But who bust the place with the big mic man?
Me bring me style with my transit van
It's the wickedest ting when me gun platinum
None of dem boy dere couldn't ever counteract this one
This is the champion in action
Flowdan in action, draw pump action
Straight from the gutter with the thug wisdom
Who's on the riddim? I'm a big mic man
Like dance who? Dance what? Dance haffi ram

[Chorus]
This one dutty, not no niceness
This one mucky, not no niceness
This one aggy, not no niceness
But who's gonna live this place in a mess?
This one dutty, not no niceness
This one mucky, not no niceness
This one aggy, not no niceness
But I'm gonna live this place in a mess

[Verse 2]
Big who? Big what? Big mic man
Drive who? Drive what? Transit van
Dance who? Dance what? Dance haffi ram
Sex who? Sex what? Sex 'nuff gyal
Break who? Break what? Break barriers
War who? War what? We're warriors
Weed who? Weed what? Weed smokers
Money who? Money what? Money-makers
Then rah, mandem are real gangsters
Ain't got no time for no likkle wankers, pranksters
Some bubblegum busters
Who you gonna call? What, Ghostbusters?
My mandem are some gun busters
Start seeing my name on some big posters
Moneyman ting, we ain't no jokers
But who's on the riddim? We're the weed smokers
Flowdan nuh chat fuckery
Always got my back, the Roll Deep family
And none of dem boy dere are ever gonna be like me
Bad pon riddim everyday but me
The shotta that you couldn't really see
Them man are swag pon riddim everyday
You who? You what? You clash me
No who? No what? No MC
Has got the lyrical flow or weaponry
To get the job done and done properly
Too difficult, it just looks easy
And it's not my fault you ain't got no styley
So how many more wanna come side of me?
How many more wanna be like me?
How many more wanna chat fuckery?
I'm the big mic man, that's definitely me

[Chorus]
This one dutty, not no niceness
This one mucky, not no niceness
This one aggy, not no niceness
But who's gonna live this place in a mess?
This one dutty, not no niceness
This one mucky, not no niceness
This one aggy, not no niceness
But I'm gonna live this place in a mess

[Verse 3]
I used to have a couple ladies
Now I've got 'nuff ladies
Have that like the Bradys
Niggas wanna jack my gash, my Gs, my weed?
Nigga, please sekkle and cease
Or the trigger finger might squeeze
Aim for your face and knees
Mek a boy run like teeth
Got himself in too deep
But now he can't rest, can't sleep
Never know when I'm gonna creep
I use my Shaolin technique and box your bloodcleet
Man ah move like a vigilante, silently
Very lowkey so they really can't hear, see me
Ain't got no moves like me
Ain't got no boot like me
Ain't got no suit like me, ain't got no loot like me
Dem bwoy can't see me

[Chorus]
This one dutty, not no niceness
This one mucky, not no niceness
This one aggy, not no niceness
But who's gonna live this place in a mess?
This one dutty, not no niceness
This one mucky, not no niceness
This one aggy, not no niceness
But I'm gonna live this place in a mess

[Outro]
Bun that with the fire
Bun that with the fire
Bun that with the fire
The new styley from the flow farda