Overproof lyrics

[Verse 1: Jammz]
Wagwan for the game right now
Fam I can't tell you, no more of the gimmicks
Too many hypemen, not enough spitters
Big up the mandem, f*ck the rasclart critics
It's like man run out of ideas, now they wanna MC about us spittin'
But, it don't make no sense, like tryna say Cell cyaan stand up in a war wit' Krillin
You di*khead
Tell me what food you're sniffin'
Matter of fact, where's your shotter? I'll tip him
Yeah, you was spittin' that crack in '08
But it's past it's sell by date, how are you still trippin'?
It's like some MCs go to sets, but it's peak, cah we don't wanna listen
Sayin' that he's nothing like he is, but he isn't
So now I gotta par MCs for a livin'

[Verse 2: God's Gift, Capo Lee]
You man chat too much, likе gyal you're always acting up
Bro if you got a problem, let it bе known
But you won't, because you know that I'll smack you up
So chat sh*t and get your jaw fractured
You man are nothing but pricks like a cactus
Talk the talk online, you can run, you can hide
But when the time's right, you'll get captured
Hunt man down, like Pokémon GO
Then run man down, poke em and go
End up with holes in your clothes, like a strainer
Everyting left stain up and soaked
Don't want the hand ting involved
Cah my cannon don't shoot videos
So when I back my strap, you already know the dealio (yo)
.9 milli, take Billy for a billy goat
[Verse 3: Capo Lee]
Controllin' my hand when I'm playing this music game
You can’t keep me too close, I’m skeng you'll start losing fame and fans
How I came and shelled this little rating fam
You spent years in the game just waitin' on man, you little f*ckboy
In the WhatsApp typin', hatin' on man
I got a buff ting, curly hair, waitin' on man
I can bun man, simple [?]
Wanna come around now, cah you heard one tune?
That was everything, [?] so it came with worms
'Fore that, [?] was the latest term
Came out the studio, straight to the curb
Cats don't know I rap, I never said one word
2013, don't know about stakes
Now when I touch down, the whole wave get burnt

[Verse 4: Trigga]
Terror Danjah, I-ah-I-ah-oh
Real bad boy, shadow demon, wi no need no alibi
Truth mi ah talk, mi nah tell no lie
Wish 'pon mi rest Manchester man
Some ah dem wan' talk 'bout gangster ah
See a 16 bars from a gangster man
Any question, mi have the answer for
Kill a MC quick like cancer ah
Real talk mi ah talk, mi no chat no crap
See the bars dem a flip like an acrobat
See the English pounds dawg, that mi stack
Take two hit ah dis and pass mi back
[Verse 5: Hitman Hyper]
It's the heater man
I'll come to your dance and reap a man (Wait wait wait wait)
Reap a man, point blank I'll make you lose litres and
When I'm lettin' off quick with the beater fam
Might holla Tempa to come and sweep a man (Bup bup)
Headback fly metres, and
If you wanna get in the way, I'll delete a man
Mannamans frightening, manna on sight him
Man'll bring heat anywhere, Fahrenheit him
Squeeze off with the big stick on a hype ting
Man'll send man to the sky, set alight him
Set man alight, man'll Guy Fawkes Night him
Bat man straight in the face, Dark Knight him
They'll be nothing left, man'll all right him
Rudeboy, tell a soundboy mi nuh like him

[Verse 6: IRAH]
When war start out we can't run weh
My gun dem long like di plane pon di runway
If a man wan' diss Terror pon Monday
Gunshot ah beat all week till Sunday
Go fuel him up and tell him fi go dung there
Him have a big chain, come, we go dung there
When my bars start an instant warfare
I love do infrared, bulletproof can't wait
Dem same boy, say dem wan' war we
Send fi mi breddas or mi Level Gang Army
Hmm, 'bout dem wan' violate me?
Light up dem head like a Christmas tree
Brain ah go jump like bloodclart flea
Informer tark? That nuh interest badman
.357 and .44 Magnum
Beat it, boobap, ballalalla, clap one