[Vocals - South and East London Jamaican accent] [Intro] [Low bass rumble] [Cold step] [No chorus mercy] [Hook] I run it I gun it I funnel a hundred Dungeon where the sun doesn’t come in I’m the suffix Final boss Last page sittin’ closed in the codex You thuggin’? Nah, you buggin’ Keep duckin’ Keep runnin’ If you get caught Last thing you'll see are the teeth of this Apex [Verse 1] I’m bred in the dark where the map lines fold Back alleys talk but the rats stay bold Code on lock, no leak, no scroll Man move mute when the pack gets sold Grip too tight, that pressure won’t ease Eyes stay red but the mind stay freeze You tweet war but you type with ease In the field that’s a different scene I stack intent, not clout or fame Bare man talk but they out their lane I don’t bluff, I route the game One page turn and I end your name From the gutter to core, I ascend the chart Cold with the pen, that weapon’s art No halo round me, just dents and scars Still walk calm when it gets too dark [Hook] I run it I gun it I funnel a hundred Dungeon where the sun doesn’t come in I’m the suffix Final boss Last page sittin’ closed in the codex You thuggin’? Nah, you buggin’ Keep duckin’ Keep runnin’ If you get caught Last thing you'll see are the teeth of this Apex [Verse 2] Man talk loud till the lights go blue Then it’s “wasn’t me,” that’s deja vu I don’t chat much, I write my truth Every bar concrete, I might break through Chain too cold, still heart stay colder Been that way since nights got older Pressure built, now the vice stay closer I don’t fold, I just add more boulders Your boss got bosses, mine’s just time Every loss I flipped to a better grind I don’t beg luck, I measure mine With a steady hand and a sharpened spine Endgame set, no post, no flex Still breathe smoke when I load these texts I don’t chase beef, I close these sets One move checkmates the whole damn chess [Bridge] [Beat strip] [Half-time] Silence louder than threats I don’t warn, I collect [Hook] I run it I gun it I funnel a hundred Dungeon where the sun doesn’t come in I’m the suffix Final boss Last page sittin’ closed in the codex You thuggin’? Nah, you buggin’ Keep duckin’ Keep runnin’ If you get caught Last thing you'll see are the teeth of this Apex [Outro] [Fade to bass] [Cold resolve] [No survivors in the margins]
