Lyrics Radio Danger - Yizzy

Radio Danger

Top boy, young boy for the new gen
Selling my name, and front for some newcomer
'Cuh man ah bury any newcomer
Ask none of the bars but I’ma newgunner
Still coming for the top boys wig
That’s not your riddim, you’re just lending
Top boys really wanna hate up on a kid
When I rass, when I flip, it’s peak when man ah start
Sending, sending, sending, sending shots
When I send shots, you’re bound to get shot
Dem boy there are some internet badman
Live in the flesh, everybody’s like, «Huh?»
Huh, blud, what you mean «What?»
Send disstracks, get a man rushed like Dot
Go on, skengman say it with your chest
Fam, if you’re gonna do it, do it like what
Bring the beat down and lemme do this
'Cause this next bit here is when I lose it
It’s the music business, flip this, rip this
Need a witness for the music
Can you do this for the music gg
Do it for the money, bun LinkUpTV
Next one says that «It's grime that’s shaky» (How?)
You don’t post grime on a daily
Shut ya mout, you ain’t there for youth
Just another likkle brother telling lies, not truth
I’ll aim and let 8 bars fly this morning
Like I’m chilling on a couch with Ruth
No
If you’re already popping
You just think «Lemme sign him through» and
«How much money can I make from you?»
I know too many industry detail
About too many male and female
But lemme keep that on the low 'cuh
I don’t wanna get blocked like an email
'Cuh I love this industry
Same time bun this industry
Same time got nothing but love to the ones that helped do bits for me
Stop
Lemme take it back for the minute
Rap for the minute
Man a might snap in a minute
'Cuh they really wanna really run up in a war with the bars
It’s calm 'cuh I’m sending a bar for the minute
This riddim is a female
Thought that was your girl?
Oh well, hotel, beat her for a minute
Danger, danger, wanna war with me?
Danger, danger, war with the team
'Cause a man said he wanna diss ire, no
If I see man, them man will run fast
I body rass, can’t let that pass
How ya mean, ya tryna come 'cross
'Cause a man said he wanna diss a killer like no
If I see man, them man will run fast
I body rass, can’t let that pass
How ya mean, ya tryna come 'cross
cross
Man are not friends like Joey and Ross
Like Madeline, them boy will get lost
I spin a boss
And them boy, them boy are washed
Them boy ain’t ready for the new kid
Them boy, them have got no sauce
Them boy are tooth
Don’t call man bro like Philip and Ross
I body rass, I body bumba
Better than man and I’m five years younger
Like to sip juice but I don’t smoke ganja
Still bun up on a set like Danjah
Bars go over your head like a jumper
I just wanna whine on a bumper
Straight in, lemme get that number
Gotta make sure I shut down shows
Tryna be the young king like Caesar
Peng gyal chilling at the bar like «whoa»
She sees me, I seize her, I step like
«Wagwan, b, it’s nice to meet you»
She’s like, «Hi, my name Shaniqua»
I said «Hi, I’m Yizzy, what ya drinking?»