Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 8 Bar Mucktion, artist - J Beatz
Date of issue: 27.12.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
8 Bar Mucktion |
Yeah, and I didn’t do a gunshot riddim |
So rah, I’mma let the gunshot hit 'em |
Somebody tell me this boy didn’t |
Just try indirect on a riddim |
Didn’t wanna do it, now they wanna try do it |
Nah, they didn’t wanna do it, now they wanna try do it |
Nah, they didn’t wanna do it, now they wanna try spitting |
I just tell 'em it’s the life I’m living |
Shooting stars |
Them MCs better write new bars |
Better write like Nas |
Major, hit 'em in the head with the vase |
Big MC in the room |
Kill an MC for a tune |
Evening and afternoon |
AK rifle, zing zing zoom |
It’s me |
I’m the MUP |
Most underrated player in this ting |
Forget the rest, are you listening? |
Drop one, two bars then I pass the bar |
No, never that, watch how I’m living |
You would’ve thought the boy |
These man are calm, but man like me |
I’m on a next ting |
How can I put this? |
Fam, blud |
I’m overgassed |
Believe me, fam, believe |
Rage out |
I’ve burst my gas tank |
Most of you already knew |
I’ve been doing this live on the set |
So when I power shouting shoutout rat-a-tat-tat |
B-boom, b-boom |
Give me the riddim, I’ll diss man on a tune |
Shark |
Major, I’m a big man, fam, it’s cool |
The fire that I’ve got might blaze 'em, drop and erase 'em |
If I ain’t rating a yout |
I will duppy anybody, bang, heard the crowd say «get him» |
Can’t be sending for Blay, no way |
Can’t be sending for Blay, no way |
I will slap man out of the rave |
Duppy anybody, bang, heard the crowd say «get him» |
Can’t be sending for Blay, no way |
Can’t be sending for Blay, no way |
I will slap man out of the rave |
Uh, duppy and leave |
Uh, uh, duppy and leave |
Uh, duppy and leave |
Uh, uh, duppy and leave |
Uh, duppy and leave |
Uh, uh, duppy and leave |
Uh, duppy and leave |
Uh, uh, duppy and leave |
Headtop, lick off his headtop |
Man ain’t ducking the legshot, mek a man know |
I’ll be the guy with the chrome at the show |
One wrong move, I’ll be letting it swing |
Nah, you don’t wanna get all your boys involved |
So it’s best man chill out all-out at the back cuh |
Dem man are moist, they can’t see a ting |
Nah, they don’t wanna see me wile out with the strap |
See, I don’t hold back, thump up a beat |
And it’s bait like a strap tucked under the seat |
Me ah make grime’s dead, radio’s live |
On a Taliban ting, AKs in the sky |
Dem man are basic, levels ain’t raising |
Now they wanna offer me change like I’m saving |
They’re raving lunatics, save it |
Never seen his track on an iPod playlist |
They can’t chat to the kid |
No sparks, I bet you ain’t no match for the kid |
I’m on a big man ting, they’re acting a kid |
I’m the farrda, I will give slaps to a kid |
They act bad when I put them on |
Man, I made them shine like I gave my chaps to a kid |
You just turned bad, I’ve been bad from a kid |
School with the compass, jooked up a kid |
I’m on a BlackBerry swipe |
Jack berries, clamp berries, that berry’s nice |
Got a BlackBerry, berries getting buried |
In rivz’s pocket, I don’t care, it’s a hype |
I’m on a BlackBerry swipe |
Jack berries, clamp berries, that berry’s nice |
Got a BlackBerry, berries getting buried |
In rivz’s pocket, I don’t care, it’s a hype |
See me when I come through solo |
Your girl wanna come through dolo |
My gear when I come through polo |
She like «oh yes», I’m like «oh no» |
See me when I come through solo |
Your girl wanna come through dolo |
My gear when I come through polo |
She like «oh yes», I’m like «oh no» |