Lyrics Hard Food - Riko Dan, Joker

Hard Food

London City Warlord again
Yo, Joker
What we got for them?
Skengman time again
Hard food, I come through
And I mash up the whole of the scene
Like hard food
I tell a man don’t try mix up with me
I’m like hard food, you try a ting
Then trust me you will get shot
Like hard food, you ah get wrapped up
You ah get bagged up something like
Hard food, I come through
And I mash up the whole of the scene
Like hard food
I tell a man don’t try mix up with me
I’m like hard food, you try a ting
Then trust me you will get shot
Like hard food, you ah get wrapped up
You ah get bagged up something like
I am here
To kill off bumbaclart fuckery
Like Peter Tosh, me get grumpy
Diss di farda, tings get ugly
Buss your head like Magnum bubbly
Think I joke?
Then try come rush me
Me have old school sawn-off pumpy
Mek di calmest man get jumpy
And move like a junkie, like a dope fiend
Make the Uzi ah kill off your whole team
I’ve got the juice but you man are so dry
Coming like no cream
I’ll do an MC dirty
Till I come through like so clean
Yo, blood, inna dat, you are so keen
Run up inna my war, you will get roped in
My llama blood up the whole scene
Hard food, I come through
And I mash up the whole of the scene
Like hard food
I tell a man don’t try mix up with me
I’m like hard food, you try a ting
Then trust me you will get shot
Like hard food, you ah get wrapped up
You ah get bagged up something like
Hard food, I come through
And I mash up the whole of the scene
Like hard food
I tell a man don’t try mix up with me
I’m like hard food, you try a ting
Then trust me you will get shot
Like hard food, you ah get wrapped up
You ah get bagged up something like
You know me ah di warlord, kill an informer
Bad like Osama Bin Laden’s farda
Talk 'bout tall and puffy, mi gun taller
And you fi say tall up when your gun’s smaller
Catch dem ah slip and-a trip on di corner
I backwood spliff and I drink Tropicana
Mi gun start ring, you nuh know say a-who
Like a private caller, me gun dem larger
If dem man ah try put a foot pon di border
Lick off your head like strong marijuana
We run di whole of di place and we let it off
Just like a war do, when we say Gaza
We mean bullets and guns and armour
Hey bwoy, what you run up inna war for?
Run up inna war with di lyrical farda
You will get slapped up, big gun, me charge for
Hard food, I come through
And I mash up the whole of the scene
Like hard food
I tell a man don’t try mix up with me
I’m like hard food, you try a ting
Then trust me you will get shot
Like hard food, you ah get wrapped up
You ah get bagged up something like
Hard food, I come through
And I mash up the whole of the scene
Like hard food
I tell a man don’t try mix up with me
I’m like hard food, you try a ting
Then trust me you will get shot
Like hard food, you ah get wrapped up
You ah get bagged up something like
Bad up ting, we nuh tek it
Walk with 'matic, me nuh left it
Dem pussyhole style, that nuh mek it
Dem man are general?
Dem man cyaan set it
Dem man are badman?
Dem man cyaan test it
Dem man are gunman?
Dem man cyaan wet it
Dem ah fool, dem don’t even have credit
Machete chop dem up like did
Hey Marvin
Send for di gun what me get from Bin Laden
My gun ah belch and it nuh beg no pardon
Nuh care 'bout no war
Then me dig up mi big askeng from di garden
Ring up di real shotta friend named Ardom
Mi shot clap round inna head like Jordan
Me dem ah pree, copy like carbon
Me nuh stop fire my shot till di war done
Hard food, I come through
And I mash up the whole of the scene
Like hard food
I tell a man don’t try mix up with me
I’m like hard food, you try a ting
Then trust me you will get shot
Like hard food, you ah get wrapped up
You ah get bagged up something like
Hard food, I come through
And I mash up the whole of the scene
Like hard food
I tell a man don’t try mix up with me
I’m like hard food, you try a ting
Then trust me you will get shot
Like hard food, you ah get wrapped up
You ah get bagged up something like