Lyrics 99% - Jammer, Tre Mission

99%

Yo, man’s in the 6, phone up Tre
Yup, Lord of the Mic from day
Dem man know that man’s on a wave
Yeah, man’s on a wave like Dagenham Dave
Yup, I was on a wave so I made that song
Say my name in a bar, that’s wrong
Konnichiwa album buss, no long
Now man are still searching like Tom-Tom
I was out there searching the strip for the fiends
Two re-ups and I come back clean
Dun know Tre, when I spit, not clean
My niggas out here still living that dream
My niggas out here, we were doing that road
Give me that flow, you ain’t doing that cold
Give me that flow, you ain’t doing that wicked
My 8 bar lick out your brain like wicket
8 bar lick off his head like scram
Come to the ends and it smells like 'Dam
Man’s doing real in the ends like jam
Make a man’s headtop spread like jam
I’ll make his headtop lean like kush
Bet you thought I was gonna say amm
Bet you thought he was gonna say Jam
Bet you thought I was gonna say Tre
Bet that you thought I was gonna say chill
Looked at my dawg, I was gonna say spray
My niggas murking the road like 'Cedes
Dem niggas can’t keep up in the race
Whoa, hold that down
Kuff kaff kweff, niggas know that sound
Try roll on my niggas, then we roll back round
Welcome to the Milly where we hold it down
Yeah, man’s in the 6, holding the medi
Man’s got two packs like Makaveli
See me with Lord of the Mics on telly
I was with Jam and Chip on the telly
I was with Doughboy Tubbz in the semi
Back of the booth, two cups of the Henney
Word, man, I drink, need more like Debbie
16 lick out your brain like semi
See me on the VP line with Relly
Me and that girl ain’t gonna go steady
Strap in the hand, better hold that steady
Leave him dead in the East End something like Peggy
Getting money in the East End something like Phil
Man violate, I will buss that steel
Man wanna talk but they ain’t that real
Man should’ve never really popped the badman pill
The badman juice
Why you drinking the badman juice?
Slapped him right in his headback like moose
Make man disappear just like poof
I don’t wanna hear hype in the booth
Dem man dere still lie to the truth
Dem man still lie to the youth
I don’t wanna hear no one talking about moves
I don’t wanna hear no one talking about grime
Tell me where you were that day, that time
Stop dat, start dat, yeah, that’s grime
Half of these flows all sound like mine
Half of these flows all sound like gas
That’s not ammi, that smells like grass
I don’t wanna hear no one talking about piff
Said he’s got lemon but it’s sour like lime
Yo, man’s in the 6, phone up Tre
Yup, Lord of the Mic from day
Dem man know that man’s on a wave
Yeah, man’s on a wave like Dagenham Dave
Yup, I was on a wave so I made that song
Say my name in a bar, that’s wrong
Konnichiwa album, buss no long
Now man are still searching like Tom-Tom
I was out there searching the strip for the fiends
Two re-ups and I come back clean
Dun know Tre, when I spit, not clean
My niggas out here still living that dream
My niggas out here, we were doing that road
Give me that flow, you ain’t doing that cold
Give me that flow, you ain’t doing that wicked
My 8 bar lick out your brain like wicket
8 bar lick off his head, that’s dead
One 16, that will feel like lead
Dem man dere can’t talk to the dread
Make MCs go walk with the dead
Make MCs go walk with the lord
I’ll kill you with the mic and the cord
22 shots from the back of the Ford
Shoot from the paint, hit the back of the board
Man violate, put mans in a ward
Go to your square like man’s got a cord
Went to the hot block, crash and scored
That’s not my girl, fam, that’s yours
That’s not my girl, fam, that’s you
In the grime scene, look, I bring niggas through
Come to the Milly, we don’t bring niggas in
VP line, niggas know what we do