Lyrics Big 45 - Sharky Major, Grim Sickers, So Large

Big 45

Think it’s a guy
Did a little jujitsu and muay thai
He could’ve been 6'5″, age 45
Still a likkle man for this big 45
Might think it’s a guy
Did a little jujitsu and muay thai
Buck my ting, might remove man’s eye
I don’t wanna haffi send man to the sky
He could’ve been 6'5″, age 45
Man said he’s hardware
Must’ve meant disc drive
Still a likkle man for this big 45
Look, check the fare and attire
Dem man are gassed from the air like
From day, see my name there pon fire
I retired, then I came back with crack
Man thinks that he’s hot, fuck that, I just
Turn up my aircon higher
Against me, some of these brehs conspired
Pray they wanna elevate higher
Oh well, man ah man are property buyer
Dem man are acts
Wanna big up their chests like Scott Steiner
They’ve seen an episode of The Wire
I’ll run up in your crib and catch man
Step in his kitchen, face in a deep fat fryer
Me?
I’m out here making them Ps stack higher
But I’m still a deep fat writer
With the biro, Spyro knows I breathe out fire
Graft, yeah, I am the type to
You say you’re putting in work but
I don’t believe you’re a grinder
Coke and your rum or get lean off the smoke and the cider
I’ve got them poetic bars you might quote
Like
Beast, to remind ya
Give me the beat and I’ll eat the whole track
And the mic, I’m still peaking, I don’t like ya
Lyrical warfare?
Swear you’ll get beat right up
The scene’s repeated, beef’s for the night, bruv
Cross the line, you little swine
And then try leave on a sly one?
I creep in the night
I’ll catch man asleep with the lights, don
Show man about «Shark Attack», my song
Man ah know he done it right wrong, listen
Might think it’s a guy
Did a little jujitsu and muay thai
Buck my ting, might remove man’s eye
I don’t wanna haffi send man to the sky
He could’ve been 6'5″, age 45
Man said he’s hardware
Must’ve meant disc drive
Still a likkle man for this big 45
Uh, uh, you can’t do it like Shark, the style’s best flow
My bars might annihilate your best quotes
Could do it in any ends, Tesco
Say you want war?
Let’s go
I fire rapid, you can’t match the TEC flow
Dem man are plastic
Type of man you see raving to acid, techno
Can you ever bring to Shark tenfold?
I’ll drag man down the road
Fuck up his best clothes, have him like «let go»
About he said show
Now look
Should’ve told your hoe keep her legs closed
Being exposed by that dead hoe
Playing hero, man watch too much Di Nero
All for what?
She gave dead blow
I stay ready like on your marks, get set, go
Back to the days of shelling down cassettes
Years later, I’m still shelling down sets
There’s so many bars round surrounding my head
Spengs know
What it’s about from the get-go, just know
I’ll lick off your head like
I know youts that’ll take man out
For an Edge Note
Might think it’s a guy
Did a little jujitsu and muay thai
Buck my ting, might remove man’s eye
I don’t wanna haffi send man to the sky
He could’ve been 6'5″, age 45
Man said he’s hardware
Must’ve meant disc drive
Still a likkle man for this big 45
Might think it’s a guy
Did a little jujitsu and muay thai
Buck my ting, might remove man’s eye
I don’t wanna haffi send man to the sky
He could’ve been 6'5″, age 45
Man said he’s hardware
Must’ve meant disc drive
Still a likkle man for this big 45