Poltergeist (Remix) [Explicit]

We're rolling
People
Alright then
It's Eskiboy, I'm starting this
Listen

I was raised up in the areas
Where you will get blazed up, bored up
Life ain't easy
Spitting 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

Yeah, time to go to war yet again
Had to fetch a paper and pen
Time to go and ready up the skeng
Time to go and ready up the dem
Cause we got bare new friends
And these skengers, we blast them
Yo, what they wanna do?
They wanna war with who?
Speak truth to shh, now we're dangerous
And you know that we started on road
Ten man deep, now we're going on road

I spit critical, whether it's syllable, formidable sound
Getting bigger, motherfucker, you're not feeling me now
I'm slapping soundboys, yeah, man are showing 'em how
These boy test man and get buffed out
Anybody wanna bring it, they can bring it now
Anywhere you wanna swing it, come swing it out
Don't come against me, star man, my mouth's firing
Hat down, sat down, look, they're still smiling

Yeah, I can have your weak crew dead in an hour, man
Have my squad popping off like a shower, man
I'm over you like a tower, man
Don't ever lower, man
I hold the power, man
Beef, you know we have to show a man
Roll one 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

Big up Dargg's, these MCs are bees
I've dropped six things that made MCs freeze
And my fast shit lyrics outlasted niggas that couldn't get past
50 Bars I've 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 weapon
Terrorise you when I'm spitting
I'm the new Armageddon

I'm a herbaholic, smoke till I vomit
Wink on the syrup, now my whole crew's on it
Alaskan, bless, Afghanistan, sesh, hydroponics
Skunk white with the supersonic
Keys in the bonnet, pounds in the boot
Air conditioning, smelling of fruit
I smoke the weed till my eyes dem bleed
Don't feel my love and no twigs or seeds

Try to eat Tim, you'll starve
No point competing, are you daft?
I'm on the beef ting, it's a laugh
Tim speaking, fuck the cast
For their opinion, nobody asked
In my dominion, real is the task
You could never steal or floss
I'll still kick your arse with lyrics
Or on grass

Hang on
You don't know me from Adam
Coming up here with your mandem 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, killer, Cam'ron
So wallah, I'm faking your salah
You're not no terrorist, you're a feminist
So remember this, I've got eleven fists
And when I swing, I never miss
Got pissed off because I slipped up with

I've got my sounds on something or the other
Lately I've been undercover
Working hard to make gruff, but let's do cover
My rhymes are cover, boots are cover
Got bagash under cover, got my cash undercover
Cover lyrics on a few rough beats
Surfing in the streets
While I see find a beat
Terra made the beat, I covered the beat
And now you're listening to the beat
It's Merky again on the beat

Begging a bredda fi come and step into mi quarter
Come cross the border and step into mi area
Roll deep, Jamaica riddim like sleeper
Burglar boy, keep worrying people
Beat you burglar, man are deep
And do what you wanna beat, nuh
Junk inna body buss yuh bloodcleet
I'm begging a bredda fi come and step into mi sector
Cop a head, slugging in di 17 shooter

Yo, you couldn't bringin' it, bringin' it with a don
Nah, nah, you can't swingin' it, swingin' it with a don
If you wanna bring it with Killa, man bring it on
Cuh, I've been swingin' it all day long
So, couldn't bringin' it, bringin' it with a don
Never that, you couldn't swingin' it, swingin' it with a don
If you wanna bring it with Killa, man bring it on
Cuh, I've been swingin' it all day long

A dem dead again, soundbwoy dead again
Eskiboy dead again, one shot dead again
Sound clash dead again, fist fight dead again
Puff puff, and then I make a nice top dead again
I'm in your nice white bike top dead again
Skinny dawg dead again, flick off your lid again
Me, I run it real again, full 'em up and dead again
You know you will again, take all your children then

You're not tougher than steel
Please keep it real
Bullet and a shrapnel you wan' feel
We nuh have time for talking
True, we get straight to the point
I win the 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 mandem are hungry
Come in the studio, step over the

I've got a fresh verse
Straight from the gaza with crow feathers
Seen Snugs spat under my arm in his old leathers
New long body snake and his name's curl
Cuttin' in my tracksuit, covered by my curl curl
All they legsore lips, stop running 'em
Cause I'll put a gun in 'em and knock out your brain
Step top of level cause I'm on a higher level
Bruv, I won't sit back and let the game get away