Mazin' Hazin'

(álbum: Chaos 93' - 2016)

Look, starting off hype, striking a passer-by
Wait, let me do a smarter rhyme
Thought I was a roadman for a hot sec
For one sec I thought I was about that Rambo life
Mans back racking up bangers like a gram of the white
Mans skipping over the track properly, natural light
I bet the sickest rapper in yo' capital might
Slap me in the back of the head while I'm having a pint
Cause everybody knows you couldn't handle my rhymes
An' retalliating, making mandibles and clavicles collide
I Swear it's amicable, the way I keep it casually polite
I swear it's aggravating that they still wanna aggy up the vibe
I get the vibe though
Still they want to aggy up the vibe
Still, I got a strategy tonight
See, I'm surrounded by gangsters
Like a barrier for that shite
No! No! No!
To the cemetery!
Which sounds scary on the telly
With a Ben and Jerry
Got me thinking fuck it, I should do whatever necessary
To be legendary its a deli, it was something heavy
Something must have kids that tied a puppy to a whip
And spred the whip up off a cliff and on the pedal of a brick
Big Boom!
Tight. swear down!
It was a big boom, it was a huge boom!
An' it was a big boom
I don't know nothing bout shit tunes...
I write big bars with my big crew
You write likkle bars, in your likkle studes
With your likkle mates, that can't mix a tune!
Sort it out 'cause all this is poo!
I ain't interested in what you didn't do...
I ain't into this, I need different news...
Marry rap?
I do
Beat grime?
Might do
Might just go 3rd base with trap, and I might take dance for a Thai food
Might just holla at reggae and jazz, just once in a while for a hug (not a spin)
Rap wouldn't like that, plus it's the truth that rap know jazz from when I was a 'yoot', but
These man can't test my gang, or test my crew, oh please we make them freeze, rewind and do not repeat
You should compute that you cannot compete
You should decipher that you not the guy
When I'm older and wiser and obviously brighter
Man get it twist like an orange or lime
In a vodka or cider my squad in the fire

Man's waving
I got amazing haze in
I got amazing haze in
I swear man's waving
I got amazing haze in
Like a typical Jamaican I swear man's blazing
I got amazing haze in
I got amazing haze in I swear man's waving
I got the grade in basement, I got amazing haze in
Man's waving
I got amazing haze in
I got amazing haze in
I swear man's waving
I got amazing haze in
Like a typical Jamaican I swear man's blazing
I got amazing haze in
I got amazing haze in I swear man's waving
I got the grade in basement, I got amazing haze in

Smackin the riff-raff for ducking out, buzzing out
Buzzing round the back of the bar, backing a couple o' stout
Back in the zone, back in the game, I ain't backing out!
Bad with the pen, bad with the pad, man, I'm back about!
Looking bad, strapping a slag, dragging a fag about
Greezy! What are you chatting about! Faggot. Allow
C'mon then, standing around making a man a raff
Causing a kerfuffle, a troublemaker, I'ma muck about
Feeling if I can't address it I'm fucking drowned
I'm in a predicament nigga spinning a riddim on my fucking sound
I'm on the track shutting it down, loving the crowd buzzing round and round
With them chatting 'bout the fucking style that I be givin for killing the riddim I'm a "preditah"
Lyrically levels of our competitors I'm setting a
Pace with the serve like Federer could never deliver
'N combination with the breddas with a level of intelligence, I'm like;
Stop it
I got too much bars in the pocket
I got too much bars in the glove compartment
I got too much bars in cockpit
I tell a man straight, oh Kiddi K
Back in the day I would have broke your silly face
In a load of different ways, don't pity play with the O woah, Kiddy K
'Cause I'll switch from a yoot' then back to a roar!
I cook salmon, and if my cerrebellum is evidence I'm ahead of the rest
Yeah, I tell a breddah "g-g-k-g-k-get it together"
Don't ever try come tell 'em, "maybe get better?"
Woah! I be the head! I'm top of the sector
This insane street got me copping the nectar
Walk to the shops calm but I'm obviously stressed
"God bless! Wiz, sticky gs" then it's on to the next one
I'm like plan. 'Cause I got my chiefs on the move
Copping a lot of sweets I'm fiending for juice
Popping the spot and then popping out, thieving for food
Priority's property that is easily chewed
I'm a pace setting, rhymey and mind reading, bad-man
Up and in the flat, with a gram of the 'Afghan'
Max Payne, slo-mo, loco, I grab man
Magnet, so the coke flow from the CAT scan
Get it?
Me, I just get it
Don't need gimmick, get cas: no credit!
Drop bars in o'ten you ain't never seen it...
Two thousand and fifteen you only just get it
Nah I don't need to get it. I already got it
Me, I got too much bars in the pocket
Me, I got too much bars in the glove compartment
Too much bars in cockpit
I tell a man straight, I'm feelin growl like
Chewbacca move blud, quick on the track like
Schumacher do laps, sick on the track like
Radcliffe: "Who's that?" "Bandits, bandits!"
Back what I do chat
Wraps when I'm on though, in a condo, spittin on slow beats at a fast pace
You don't wanna run against me; that's last place!
In the race, I'm in first place at a cars pace!
I'm a break wind you can smell how the fart taste
Ah wait that's a bait bar. Now I'm irate!
Irate...
Rack! "That's "I, rate, I, rate"
Peeps that clock that's all about mind state!
That's why they doubling doubling
Why the money be doubling
Yes doubling doubling doubling doubling
(Doubling doubling, pow.)

Man's waving
I got amazing haze in
I got amazing haze in
I swear man's waving
I got amazing haze in
Like a typical Jamaican I swear man's blazing
I got amazing haze in
I got amazing haze in I swear man's waving
I got the grade in basement, I got amazing haze in
Man's waving
I got amazing haze in
I got amazing haze in
I swear man's waving
I got amazing haze in
Like a typical Jamaican I swear man's blazing
I got amazing haze in
I got amazing haze in I swear man's waving
I got the grade in basement, I got amazing haze in