My music doesn't fuck about
I ain't feeling all this latest stuff about
Nah, my music doesn't fuck around
And if you don't like it
Get the fuck up out of here, yeah
Get the fuck up out of here, yeah
Get the fuck up out of where? Here
Get the fuck up out of
I ain't feeling all this latest stuff about
I've heard enough
They may as well turn it off
I've got the almanac
It's me they need to be learning of
Straight, I'll never be swerving off
Just wait for the bass to drop
Cause when I get onto that
The ceiling's gonna be peeling off
Rough when I light up a riddim
Start letting off shots like
My name was Megatron
I was in the VIP chilling
When they rang the alarm
When they seen a don stepping on
They knew it was gonna be a massacre
Cuh man ah move like some Decepticon
Make everyone rise their bazukas
For the shooter microphone demigod
Rise from under the dirt like Dracula
Rise from alive like Frankenstein
The level of their riddim dem
Just ain't good enough
Can't come ah dance and demonstrate mine
I get sicker on the riddim than cancer
Real weed man, I ain't the cigarette kind
And watch how I go for the jugular
Move straight to it and I do it anytime
My music doesn't fuck about
I ain't feeling all this latest stuff about
Nah, my music doesn't fuck around
And if you don't like it
Get the fuck up out of here, yeah
Get the fuck up out of here, yeah
Get the fuck up out of where? Here
Get the fuck up out of
I ain't feeling all this latest stuff about
I'm lighting up the levels are rising up
Badman are hyping up
The gyal dem are wining up
The rave ain't live enough
Put on a riddim, I'll style it up
One of my bars will wild it up
Till somebody bars, rewind it up
I'm in a zone and I'm zoning
Everybody stand back
From the launchpad when I take off
Should've known from how the ting's going
If your team's close to the speaker
That's your face gone
We need more room in the building
I told them already, I'm a shutdown don
One microphone, one riddim
Two draws of the zoot
And the gash for a couple of my dons
Just for the couple of my dons
Make the bouncers double up the
Numbers and barricade off it's all mad
Every one of my tunes keep shutting it down
Boydem wanna lock the rave off
Could tell they wasn't ready
For what to expect
When I rolled up dressed in black like a boss
You don't know wah gwan, I'm like an assassin
Cuh everyting dead when I'm gone
My music doesn't fuck about
I ain't feeling all this latest stuff about
Nah, my music doesn't fuck around
And if you don't like it
Get the fuck up out of here, yeah
Get the fuck up out of here, yeah
Get the fuck up out of where? Here
Get the fuck up out of
I ain't feeling all this latest stuff about
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