Fire (Remix)

[Verse 1: Jammz]
I'll be like wait, yes
Got another new ting and it's called spesh
Run a man down, sixteen spesh
Every time I spit another lyric, spesh
MCs can't chat to man about radio
Jammz is radio live in the flesh
Doing this ting before Bizzle said Dench
From I was a yout man, I knew I was spesh
Blud, let me show man about spesh
Hit Then Run? Spesh
Bet you a bill? Spesh
[?] that's a spesh
Man can't chat about spesh, spesh
Dem times, DJs didn't wanna knpw
Now they wanna holla at man for the spesh
Said he had a new ting but it ain't new
I can't believe that, that's not spesh
So now I'm like wait, look
I've got a next new one, this one's cool
Couldn't ever try tek Jammz fi a fool
Cuh it's simple like two plus two
Part of the new school but I'm old school
Like when Skepta said he's gonna draw for the tool
Never been a liar, I only speak truth
That's why they say man goes hard in the booth
Couldn't ever tell a man man got gassed
My man's humble, calm and cool
But I might still lose my calm and cool
Buss man's head off the bathroom wall
So man better chill, calm, cool
I've been going hard since class in school
Part of the new school but I'm old school
Like when D Double used to scream out who? Who?

[Verse 2: Big Zuu]
Try kill a man
Slaughter beats, bars heavy, no kilograms
More like tonnes when I come, do you see me, fam?
On a level with the hardest, I really am
Got pars and the flow's too dibby, man
Big in this ting, you're a mini man
You're there grinding for chicks
I'm the one with six 'oes something like million
Something like mills
Niggas still grinding for wheels
If you spray one of our four bars
Fam, you'll see how that shit feels
That shit's real
That's called keeping it chill
Half of these mandem won't get deals
And that's who grassed him, my crew passed him
That shit past tense
Come with the fire, man arson
Outclass 'em, top seat, I'll fasten
And we take over, we're barzing
See, my bruddas dem starving
Call them hungry for success
But they'll still draw for the cutlass
And they touch necks, but it's deep, man are unblessed
So don't fuck with my thugs dem
But more time, tryna duck stress
So I kick back and I bun lemz
I feel sorry for my lungs dem
I don't know how they function
The loud's a disruption
But I've still got the ting pumping
Big bars dere, the people dem jumping

[Verse 3: MicTy]
Why's he sound like MicTy for?
Duh, he must be my Y-dot
That's no surprise, I'm known to guys
I'm cold on mic so like why not?
Four months in, yeah, MicTy's hot
Imagine four years when I'm on top
If I'm not, it's the guy that sold out
No doubt, and he might get dropped
Flopped, along with your tunes, cousin
Fuck your new somthing, it won't do nothing
See this newcomer? Don't lose nada
To fuckries, who's hunting?
I said who's hunting?
I'm a beast on the streets in East and we eat
Greaze on the beats with ease, let 'em see
Get your shovel if you're burying me
What are they? Top boys? Never to me
I'm setting levels that have never been reached
None of them Gs ain't better than me
You ain't Wiley, you ain't Ghetts, you ain't Skeppy to me
No hype, no lies and if he's white
Alright then, cuz, he ain't Devlin to me
That's no piss take, I'm mixed-race
If I was you, I would just bear on me
Just bear on me, fuck all the hype
I'mma leave him where the corpses lie
I've always been up for schooling guys
All the time, you better best fall in line
That badboy act don't fool me, right?
I spit bars to 'em, what do you call it, grime?
This all pays me, shit, I'm Jay Z
At least be here till I'm 45

[Verse 4: Ten Dixon]
Yeah
When I jump on set, all the DJs wheel it
I'll punch you so hard in the face with the bass
That even your marge would feel it
If I've gotta beat, then I beat it
Please just leave it, you don't wanna see this
Friday the thirteenth when I release it
Devilish mode on road when I'm steaming
Way too much skill, you know the drill
Don't think you're bad cause you got
Two shanks and a nine concealed
Cause I'll roll up, get blown up on a real
Pump up, tone up, still get grilled
Basic bars won't get you a wheel
Basic flows won't get you a deal
I'm the hardest still, way too ill
Ah
Thought I missed the drop but I couldn't
Dem man got a rebore, that's wooden
So many bars and flows been tooken
Told man already that we got the real shit
That's why dem man are always looking
Ain't done a show, ain't got no booking
24/7, let's get shit cooking
Hit man with the jab, get that hook in
Kick man in the ball bags when he's not looking
Don't wanna hear 'bout the work you put in
Did you hear that?
I said yo, did you hear that?
Man ah man ah spray like tear gas
TNT, get deadass
Got more bars than a jail has
And my girl's got more swag than your girl has