Goin' In

I don't believe Jammer's sleeping, ohhhhh

We're goin' in we're goin' in
We're goin' in we're goin' innnnnn
We're goin' in we're goin' in
We're goin' in

Boy Better Know music
My pinky looks like the white
Side of the rubix oi BBR
Tell them what it's like when
We go to the bar (stupid)
You get me BBR? You ain't got to look up in
The sky for a star

Just look in my face, you know who we are
Back back, rewind the track back
Don't give me back chat, DJ jack that shit
Anytime you see me put my phone to
My ear, that means Barclays, Halifax
Trust me

Right now your looking at the
Best MCs in the country
Them man fell off the wall like Humpty
But I'm on a grime ting like Logan
I got a new ting, I call it Hulk Hogan

Ohhhh

The rasta's ready
Them man are gassed on telly
We've got the stacks already
Them man are eating late
Us man are fat already

Yeah no more hunger
You'll get a punch so quick in your face
You wouldn't know who it is
Like a private number

I've been a skeng from ages ago
Yes I know that you heard that before
But the gyaldem said I was too hardcore
Gyal dem are like "Fris, gimme more
Gimme more" you man are stuck in the yard
Us man are living it large
Getting money on tour

And overly sure, when we mc the crowd don't
Cheer they overly roar
Come along yeah I overly bore, up
Down, up, down, she goes
I see she's overly sore

And a round house kick will take off the door
So please don't tell me nothing
I'm a big kid like Benjamin Button
Roundhouse, hurricane, bicycle kick
Kung fu kick if the door is shuttin

Kung fu kick like Karate Kid!

Manna get mad like Sycho Sid

Yeah, top turnbuckle business

So don't run it up when I know where you live

Who is it? Who is it? You know who it is

We are lyrically taking the piss

And I'll go into skengman mode that's Fris

Boy better know!

We ain't the team you wanna diss