Star One - Revolver Riddim Instrumental

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Yo, in south, if you ain’t holding the heat
Don’t be brazen tryna roll in the deep
Got a blonde ting on my phone, she a freak
Like the girl on Countdown, she was holding the D
It’s Big J-E-S to the T
It’s big money, more cheques to my team
Bad Bs wanna F so they’re next to the G
Tell me I ain’t next in the scene, come on
I’m still rallying rapid, who’s ready?
Dirt like a back of an alley, I’m too tekky
Brazen like Ardom Ali, I’m already
On my next pattern, I’m tallying loose any
Wouldn’t have survived, they lied, I’m too heavy
Bare copycatting, their vibes are so beggy
But I’m staying ahead, I ain’t back with the rest
I’m on my ten toes tryna get to the belly
Un, deux, trois, quatre, cinq, six, sept
Washed MCs can’t come to my set
Un, deux, trois, quatre, cinq, six, sept
Washed MCs can’t come to my s-d-d-d-det
D-det, d-det, come to my set
Un, deux, trois, quatre, cinq, six, sept
Washed MCs can’t come to my s-d-d-d-det
D-det, d-det, come to my s-d-d-d-det
You know what?
I’ve got a little eight bar you can vibe with
See, I rhyme alot
That’s IRA but man are not Irish
Tommy B, I’m timeless
Mashing up sets and I’m smashing up cyphers
I’ve got hard lyrics and one-liners
Revolver Riddim out now, better buy it
Yo, I’m more dirty than having unprotected sex
With a random girl in a toilet cubicle
I don’t take pills or pharmaceuticals
I like my girls natural 'cause natural is beautiful
I’m a dirty bastard
Everybody says that my flow’s unsuitable
When I say wun mai lun sun den sun win sen
Make you all turn delusional
Yeah, Revolver Riddim
In south, if you ain’t holding the heat
Revolver Riddim, so let me show man how to control a riddim
Shut your mout, you chief
Yeah, revolver riddim
In south, if you ain’t holding the heat
Say wun mai lun sun den sun win sen
Make you all turn delusional
Yeah, Revolver Riddim
No, I don’t own a Smith &, but all my Gs own chrome
It will blow through your dome, it’s missing
And blow till the steel’s cold, if it’s frozen, they know you’re slipping
I’ve got brain from loads of women
But I don’t brag about that
'Cause I’ve got bars and they all go mad about that
And you’re nothing like me 'cause you’re butters and my flow is different
Shut your mout, you chief
You don’t want it with the commander-in-chief
You’re not a badboy, blud, you’re a chief
Get your wig split suttin' like chief
Your mandem are chief, gyaldem are chief
Auntie are chief, uncle are chief
Anybody that want it can get bodied on the beat
What? What? What’d you know about that one, chief?
More time, reside on ends
More time, behind the lens
More time, behind the Audi wheel
But with D, I recline in the Benz
Do your research, same gang from time, G
Got me feeling like Baka Not Nice
And Champagne Papi, the gang stay champagne happy
Anytime we celebrate life
Made to live but made to die, so it’s
Only right that I live my life
I respect my elders and still take advice
Cuh life’s a gamble like a game of dice
If I made a mistake, I won’t make it twice
That’s why me and these bruddas don’t remain alike
See me for who I am, I don’t play this guy
Came bareface and that, you know I came for mine
Yeah, Revolver Riddim
In south, if you ain’t holding the heat
Revolver Riddim, so let me show man how to control a riddim
Shut your mout, you chief
Yeah, revolver riddim
In south, if you ain’t holding the heat
Say wun mai lun sun den sun win sen
Make you all turn delusional