What’s your… What’s your… What’s your game, bruv…?! What’s your game, bruv?! Mandem move sly then blame, Hid in the smoke of the diesel flame, Talk big talk but the walk ain’t the same — What’s your— what’s your game?! Clock man’s stance from a mile with aim, Pressure on deck, whole block feel strain, Ask one question, ends go insane — What’s your game?! Step in the zone like bruh, who’s this? Glide with the force of a hundred twists, Mind in a knot but I still don’t miss, Blade-tongue rap with the venom and hiss. Streetlight flicker on a broken wish, Whole block simmer with the diesel bliss, Man move cold but they talk bare myth, I see through cap like a coded glitch. Speed mode, gear shift, turbo roll, Heartbeat drum like an urban soul, Every bar cut like a samurai scroll, Drill with the beat, then trap with control. Mandem talk talks but the talk sounds old, Touch my lane? Every path turns cold, Shadow in the flats, in the dirt, in the mould, Still stand tall with a mind so bold. What’s your game when the lights go black? What’s your game when the mandem snap? What’s your game when the truth intact? What’s your game when your lies collapse?! What’s your game?! Mandem move sly then blame… Patterns switch, whole vibe rearrange, See man fold when the truth gets strange, Pulse in the block make the streetlights shake, Real recognise real — fakes break. Pressure gets peak when the mask gets torn, Sky turns red like a diesel dawn, Stand on yours or get left in the storm… What’s your game when the rules transform? Flashbang step when I breach that beat, Storm in the booth, bare smoke, no heat, Words run laps like they’re wearing cleats, Flow too wild, can’t cage this beast. Smoke haze in the air with that alleyway mist, Night-time blaze of them Diesel spliffs, Ops wanna chat but they move dismissed, Bare man shook when the bars get crisp. Twist that tempo, bro, bend that pitch, Garage bounce with the grime-type switch, Trapline hum like a diesel glitch, Flow so fast make the DJ twitch. I don’t play games, I expose them quick, Mandem try flex but the flex ain’t slick, Your soul ain’t loud, your vibe ain’t thick, I see through man like a fog light flick. When the truth gets loud and the lies turn lame, When the roads go dark and they shout your name, One thing stands — one thing remains: Stand on yours… or get out the frame. What’s your— what’s your— what’s your game?! Talk too big but you move too tame. What’s your— what’s your— what’s your game?! Stand on the block but you ain’t got claim. What’s your— what’s your— what’s your game?! Smoke in the air and the vibe feel strange… What’s your game, bruv?!
