Man step inna di place like yuh know who’s who, Big vibes, no chat, man jus’ breeze through. Skeng inna brain, heart cold like igloo, Badman stance, but the soul still true. Baddadan, wickedman, move like a shadow, Talk cheap, bruv — your words too shallow. Man’s on smoke, but I glide, no tallow, Whole block watch when I step, dem follow. Yah dun know, man’s patterned from early, Move too clean but the road still murky. Chat ‘bout levels? Man’s up, no worry — Flex so calm but the style too scurvy. Say nuttin’, big riddim when I drop that ting, Mandem look twice when I buss that swing. Energy mad, whole place start ring — Badder than bad, I’m the real kingpin.
