Headtop (Remix)

[Intro: Tuckz]
(Ladies and gentlemen)
Yeah
Headtop clarter
Trust me
Remix
Trust, I am the, I am the farda
T to the, T to the Z

[Verse 1: Tuckz]
Old school flow just like a Saxon
Man wanna hold my flow for ransom
But you don't really want no interaction
Best get in line just like a fraction
And yeah, I'm interactive
I'll take your girl and get to mashing
And after the mashing, I'll be dashing
Gotta hit the road to get the cash in
Quick lashing, not bashing
And when I write bars, I put the facts in
And no, I'm not into clashing
I'll kick your door straight off the latches
You love to talk 'bout automatics
When you see me, best put that to practice or
Left cheek will hold a slappage
Cause I grew up round crime and automatics

[Chorus: Tuckz]
I am the farda
Tell me a brother who's harder
Violate me, need more than a plaster
Man ah man ah draw for the headtop clarter
Head-head-head, yeah, the headtop clarter
Come against me, headtop clarter
Spray a sixteen, headtop clarter
Man ah man ah draw for the headtop clarter

[Verse 2: Goldie]
Nah, you don’t wanna get me vexed
Get me vexed and I’ll cause you stress
Tuckz said he’s gonna take half of your team
So, Goldie, I’mma take out the rest
Don’t think we’re cool, don’t think we’re blessed
Man get drapsed on the wall, on the fence
Cause man stress and things get tense
If I don’t headtop, man bang man’s chest
Or I give man a kick just like Ong Bak
Thought I was gonna say Jet Li
Or Bruce Lee? Nah, fuck that
Give man a kick just like Goldie
Man thought that he was an OG
Till Goldie came round with OGz
Man be telling me ‘llow me, please
Man be telling me ‘llow me, please

[Verse 3: Pascall]
Man talk bad, I don’t see no thugs
Come against me, you won’t see no luck
Man get left on the floor like rugs
You don’t wanna see your jawside look nuts, and
Bare man are just talking stuff
Talking shit, man are talking tough
Holler at Tuckz for the headtop clarter
Mind out ’fore you get your headtop buss
I’m Pascall, sick MC from Saint Lucia
I don’t wanna hear no chat from no loser
Wanna run up your mout, get bare connection
Like man’s sitting close to the router
Man wanna gwan on like a shooter
Acting bad behind the computer
Man ah just CONTROL+ALT+DELETE your life
Real talk, blud, I’ll remove ya

[Chorus: Tuckz]
I am the farda
Tell me a brother who's harder
Violate me, need more than a plaster
Man ah man ah draw for the headtop clarter
Head-head-head, yeah, the headtop clarter
Come against me, headtop clarter
Spray a sixteen, headtop clarter
Man ah man ah draw for the headtop clarter

[Verse 4: WhackEye]
Headtop, headtop
Lyrical gun, that’s a red dot, red dot
Bang, sound of the headshot, headshot
Send for the best? That’s your head gone, head gone
Said they wanna clash Whack, better track back
You’ll get wrapped like dreadlocks, dreadlocks
Headlock, headlock
Head gloss, head gloss
Better have a vest on now
Back in the days, man wanna clash Whack
Fuck that, dem man don’t wanna clash now
One rise of the fist will make the whole crowd back down
Send that clown back town with a frown
Can’t take man for Krusty the Clown
Their style was lost and found
But now it needs to be lost, not found

[Verse 5: Tyzz]
I’ll tell a man tek time, you don’t wanna
Get blasted by a lyrical TEC-9
So rudeboy, please don’t hype
Cuh like a panda, you’ll get left with a black eye
Tell a man yeah, it ain’t wise
To run up on the manor cuh you might get skied
Tell a man, yeah, you best mind cuh
Me and you ain’t even sized
I tell a man be calm, be easy
You don’t wanna get boxed up like JAY Z
Tell a man keep quiet
Cuh in ends, everyting bark off easy
Tell a man be calm, be sweet
Cause I’ll chirpse your girl, then bang her next week
They’re like “why would you do that, T?”
Cause I'm Tyzz from SE4, my G

[Chorus: Tuckz]
I am the farda
Tell me a brother who's harder
Violate me, need more than a plaster
Man ah man ah draw for the headtop clarter
Head-head-head, yeah, the headtop clarter
Come against me, headtop clarter
Spray a sixteen, headtop clarter
Man ah man ah draw for the headtop clarter

[Verse 6: Ezro]
Ghost in the Blue, that's E to the Z
I see man online tryna cat my steeze
Powers, they know I set that steeze
And too many man wanna bread that steeze
More time in the Blue with the green where you might see
Red on the streets, out here for the bread and the Ps
Put in the work and I still blow trees
Dem man ain't on dirt, just talking greaze
If you wanna do road, do road, do you
Man ah made pals coming straight out the Blue
Roll with the young lords, making truth
Headtop clarter when I whip tunes
Tell the truth, I'm tryna get loose
Break through for the fam, get Ps, that loot
Grew in the 6 seeing more than views
So if you ain't on work, don't come to the Blue

[Outro: Tuckz]
Man ah man ah draw for the headtop clarter