Testin’

[Intro]
Haha, yeah
Just move out of the way, man
I'll know what I'm doing when I get there
Just make sure everyting's sounding proper
Monitors, the big box dem
Make sure there's a proper engineer as well, yeah?
I might need a little bit of reverb
Bit of delay but not too much
And then leave the rest to me
Bumbahole

[Verse 1]
Testing, testing
Back with a fresh ting
See a lot of things interesting
When a man chilling out zone
Every now and then, I go hyper
And tell a man stop chatting fuckery
He doesn't know a thing about [?]
Rust in a used [?]
You'll never see my girl in a snapback
My girl don't care about hashtags
She's only got love for the flow
Lady for the street but a freak when I'm home
I never get gassed on the timeline
See, a lot of them walking a fine line
Patience, ready for the right time
'Nuff of them ah get caught slipping on the roads
I love when I hear grime music
And when I spit bars with a passion
Strictly raw talent that I'm using
So I will never follow fashion
A likkle man said grime's dead
Yo, he never heard the war dubs
Grime will always be fresh
We just wanna hear it in more clubs
But nowadays, everyone's an artist
Everyone thinks that it's easy
They say they wanna stop selling drugs
Wanna shot singles and mix CDs
3000 views on the YouTube
Man must've thought he was gone
Still couldn't find one big tune
Nobody singing his song
A lot of them are buying up followers
Trust me, I done already preed
Mum's life, no likes
Not even one retweet
But if you wanna check my list
You'll see everything is authentic
Buff gyal get followed back
Breast and back off is always interesting
Gyal wanna beat cause they think that I'm famous
Run proper gyal like trainers
I never left evidence
Always kept the job stainless
Never let a side chick take pictures
And put them on Facebook or Insta
Link then slam dem the wickedest
And roll out cold like winter

[Break]
Haha, yes man
Say dem stuff dere
Everyone knows what I mean, fam
And I'm not 'llowing it
No, don't give me the microphone, then, if you don't want me to say these things
So no one ask me nothing
From the rasclart microphone's working nicely
War ah get spicy

[Verse 2]
You never see me out for the banter
I don't roll out for the fun of it
There's always some don with a camera
Looking for a freestyle, fam, I ain't doing one
I show love when I see my supporters
I've got them in all four corners
But if you ever saw my passport
You would know that I cross borders
But I can't understand some ballers
Just wanna get up on the guest list
Say they ain't paying cuh they know the performers
Wanna spend top dollar on a next drink
That's why my phone's on silent
Bun my weed and get hazy
Maintain a peaceful environment
Couple missed calls ain't ever gonna phase me
I'm the farrda but never been gassed up
From day one, I've been cool and calm
Every one of my stage shows gets smashed up
From day one, you should've known wah gwan
I've got time for a new wave don
But I don't rate every MC
Some of them won't be here for long
That makes them an any MC
But some weren't here long enough
I'm still saying RIP
Slinger, Depzman
Esco, NE
Then we got guys thinking they're rough
Just cause they've got Twitter beef
Dickhead, wasteman
Dem man are some fully grown chiefs
Then a bredda said he's holding green
When I got there, he's holding mersh
Jheeze
Dem man don't know about weed
Trust me, normal
Boom bormal, stick a lormal, fi formal
I'm the farrda but never been gassed up
From day one, I've been cool and calm
Wheel up that, star