8 Bar Mucktion - J Beatz, Milli Major, BIG H

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»