"Poltergeist (Remix)" lyrics
[Wiley:]
We're rolling, people
Eskiboy, I'm starting this, right now
It's Eskiboy, I'm starting this, listen
I was raised up in the areas where you would get
Blazed up, bored up, life ain't easy
Spittin real bars, that's easy for me
'Cause I'm real like win some, lose some beef
Bring it, come, let's do it
I'm gonna call one person, then me and them will
Come to where you are, I know where you are
I'll be where you are in ten minutes
[Jet Le:]
Yeah, it's time to go to war yet again
Time to fetch a paper and pen
'Bout to go and ready up the skeng
'Bout to go and ready up with them
'Cause we got bare new friends, and these haters, we blast dem
Yo, what they wanna do? They wanna war with who?
Spit quick, talk shit, now we're dangerous
But you know that we started on road
Ten man deep now, going on cold
[Manga:]
I spit critical with every syllable, formidable style
Getting bigger on the mic and then they're feeling me now
I'm slewing soundboys, yeah, man are showing 'em how
Dis bwoy test, man ah get buss down, so
Anybody wanna bring it, they can bring it now
Any way you wanna swing it, come and swing it out
Don't come against me, star man, my mouth's foul, with
Hat down, sat down, look down, don't smile and
[Mega Montana:]
I'll have your weak crew dead in an hour, man
And my squad poppin' off like a shower man
I'm over you like a tower, man
Don't ever 'llow a man, I hold the power, man
Beef, you know we have to show a man
Roll warm 'cause we have the heaters, man
Three up in two-seaters, man
We don't ever leave a man, my crew be the gang, man!
[Brazen:]
I blast these MCs with ease
I've dropped sixteens that made MCs freeze
And my fastest lyrics outlasted niggas
That couldn't get past these bars I spitted
I par with the hardest spitters
Flow at a target and rip any mic that I'm given
I rely on my mouth as a weopon
Terrorise you, when I'm spitting, I'm the new Armageddon
[Breeze:]
I'm a herbaholic, smoke till I vomit
Weed connoisseur and my whole crew's on it (wrraah!)
Alaskan blessed, Afghanistan cess hydroponic
Skunk white with the supersonic
Keys in da bonnet, pounds in da boot
Air conditioning smelling of fruit (well)
I smoke the weed till my eyes dem bleed
Don't fill my lungs with no twigs or seeds
[Trim:]
Try to eat Trim, you will starve
No boy competing, are you daft?
I'm on the beef ting, it's a laugh
Trim's speaking, fuck the cars
For your opinion, nobody asked
In my dominion, real is the task
You could have a steel or flask, I'll kick your arse
With lyrics or on grass
[Scratchy:]
Hang on, you don't know me from Adam
[?] man and thinking you can jam on
And you've got no weed, you've got ham on
And now you think that you're a killer, Killa Cam'ron
So hol' on, thinking you're Saddam
You're not a terrorist, you're a feminist so remember this
I got the leather fist, and when I swing, I never miss
You're pissed off because I spit top with
[Ricky Nek:]
I've got my sound so something or the other
Lately, I've been undercover, working hard for the graft
Got [?] to cover, got rhymes to cover with the cover
Got my gash undercover, got my cash undercover
Got my lyrics and a few rough beats, circling the streets
Wilehouse is where you'll find the beat
Terror made the beat, I covered the beat, and now you're listening to the beat
It's Nek back again on the beat
[Jamakabi:]
Beg any bredda fi come and step inna mi corner
Come cross the border and step inna mi area
Roll Deep, Jamakabi the light sleeper
Burglar bwoy creep but we ah creeper beater
Burglar wanna creep, now di [?] hol' a beat nuh
Drunken hand when I buss the bloodcleeter
Beg any bredda fi come and step inna mi sector
Copper and slug inna di seventeen shooter
[Killa P:]
Yo, you couldn't bringing it, bringing it with a don
Nah, now you can't swinging it, swinging it with a don
If you wanna bring it wid Killa, well, bring it on 'cah
I've been swinging it all day long, so
Couldn't bringing it, bringing it with a don, nah
Now you can't swinging it, swinging it with a don
If you wanna bring it wid Killa, well, bring it on 'cah
I've been swinging it all day long
[Riko Dan:]
Again, dead again, soundbwoy dead again
Test me, you're dead again, gunshot, dead again
Soundclash, dead again, fist fight, dead again
Pop off mi gun and make your Nike top red again
I'll turn your nice white Nike top red again
Skinhead or dread again, lick off your head again
Mi ah run di red again, full him up ah lead again
[?] take all your cheddar then
[Flowdan:]
You're not tougher than steel, please keep it real
Bullet inna soundbwoy you wan' feel?
We nah have time fi talking
True, we get straight to the point, nah, we nah inna skylarking
You're moving too hype, my son
You won't even reach my level on the mic, son, yeah
And I can see that your man dem are hungry
Come in the studio, step out of the fuckery
[Biggie Pitbull:]
I've got a fresh bird straight from the desert with chrome feathers
Sitting snug tight under my arm in his own leathers
New long body snake and his name's Colt
Cotching in my tracksuit, covered by my coat, so
Are they legs or lips? Stop running 'em
'Cause I'll put a gun in 'em and knock out your brains
Stepped up a level 'cause I'm on a higher level
Bruv, I won't step back and let the game get away
We're rolling, people
Eskiboy, I'm starting this, right now
It's Eskiboy, I'm starting this, listen
I was raised up in the areas where you would get
Blazed up, bored up, life ain't easy
Spittin real bars, that's easy for me
'Cause I'm real like win some, lose some beef
Bring it, come, let's do it
I'm gonna call one person, then me and them will
Come to where you are, I know where you are
I'll be where you are in ten minutes
[Jet Le:]
Yeah, it's time to go to war yet again
Time to fetch a paper and pen
'Bout to go and ready up the skeng
'Bout to go and ready up with them
'Cause we got bare new friends, and these haters, we blast dem
Yo, what they wanna do? They wanna war with who?
Spit quick, talk shit, now we're dangerous
But you know that we started on road
Ten man deep now, going on cold
[Manga:]
I spit critical with every syllable, formidable style
Getting bigger on the mic and then they're feeling me now
I'm slewing soundboys, yeah, man are showing 'em how
Dis bwoy test, man ah get buss down, so
Anybody wanna bring it, they can bring it now
Any way you wanna swing it, come and swing it out
Don't come against me, star man, my mouth's foul, with
Hat down, sat down, look down, don't smile and
[Mega Montana:]
I'll have your weak crew dead in an hour, man
And my squad poppin' off like a shower man
I'm over you like a tower, man
Don't ever 'llow a man, I hold the power, man
Beef, you know we have to show a man
Roll warm 'cause we have the heaters, man
Three up in two-seaters, man
We don't ever leave a man, my crew be the gang, man!
[Brazen:]
I blast these MCs with ease
I've dropped sixteens that made MCs freeze
And my fastest lyrics outlasted niggas
That couldn't get past these bars I spitted
I par with the hardest spitters
Flow at a target and rip any mic that I'm given
I rely on my mouth as a weopon
Terrorise you, when I'm spitting, I'm the new Armageddon
[Breeze:]
I'm a herbaholic, smoke till I vomit
Weed connoisseur and my whole crew's on it (wrraah!)
Alaskan blessed, Afghanistan cess hydroponic
Skunk white with the supersonic
Keys in da bonnet, pounds in da boot
Air conditioning smelling of fruit (well)
I smoke the weed till my eyes dem bleed
Don't fill my lungs with no twigs or seeds
[Trim:]
Try to eat Trim, you will starve
No boy competing, are you daft?
I'm on the beef ting, it's a laugh
Trim's speaking, fuck the cars
For your opinion, nobody asked
In my dominion, real is the task
You could have a steel or flask, I'll kick your arse
With lyrics or on grass
[Scratchy:]
Hang on, you don't know me from Adam
[?] man and thinking you can jam on
And you've got no weed, you've got ham on
And now you think that you're a killer, Killa Cam'ron
So hol' on, thinking you're Saddam
You're not a terrorist, you're a feminist so remember this
I got the leather fist, and when I swing, I never miss
You're pissed off because I spit top with
[Ricky Nek:]
I've got my sound so something or the other
Lately, I've been undercover, working hard for the graft
Got [?] to cover, got rhymes to cover with the cover
Got my gash undercover, got my cash undercover
Got my lyrics and a few rough beats, circling the streets
Wilehouse is where you'll find the beat
Terror made the beat, I covered the beat, and now you're listening to the beat
It's Nek back again on the beat
[Jamakabi:]
Beg any bredda fi come and step inna mi corner
Come cross the border and step inna mi area
Roll Deep, Jamakabi the light sleeper
Burglar bwoy creep but we ah creeper beater
Burglar wanna creep, now di [?] hol' a beat nuh
Drunken hand when I buss the bloodcleeter
Beg any bredda fi come and step inna mi sector
Copper and slug inna di seventeen shooter
[Killa P:]
Yo, you couldn't bringing it, bringing it with a don
Nah, now you can't swinging it, swinging it with a don
If you wanna bring it wid Killa, well, bring it on 'cah
I've been swinging it all day long, so
Couldn't bringing it, bringing it with a don, nah
Now you can't swinging it, swinging it with a don
If you wanna bring it wid Killa, well, bring it on 'cah
I've been swinging it all day long
[Riko Dan:]
Again, dead again, soundbwoy dead again
Test me, you're dead again, gunshot, dead again
Soundclash, dead again, fist fight, dead again
Pop off mi gun and make your Nike top red again
I'll turn your nice white Nike top red again
Skinhead or dread again, lick off your head again
Mi ah run di red again, full him up ah lead again
[?] take all your cheddar then
[Flowdan:]
You're not tougher than steel, please keep it real
Bullet inna soundbwoy you wan' feel?
We nah have time fi talking
True, we get straight to the point, nah, we nah inna skylarking
You're moving too hype, my son
You won't even reach my level on the mic, son, yeah
And I can see that your man dem are hungry
Come in the studio, step out of the fuckery
[Biggie Pitbull:]
I've got a fresh bird straight from the desert with chrome feathers
Sitting snug tight under my arm in his own leathers
New long body snake and his name's Colt
Cotching in my tracksuit, covered by my coat, so
Are they legs or lips? Stop running 'em
'Cause I'll put a gun in 'em and knock out your brains
Stepped up a level 'cause I'm on a higher level
Bruv, I won't step back and let the game get away
