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INTRO [Korry
E'rebody ah talk sound killing
When they dun know, we are sound killer
Fassyhole you we
Anytime we dance-dance a fi lock
follow back a we
We e'rething pon cock
chant to we
We start dance from
Pick a firefighter a we collect
A dub we have
Anytime we Kardinal, IRS and Wio
A clot big tune dat
Offishall]
Yes
Oh me oh me oh my (what)
Them a try run Mr. Kardi-ni, flavours you deny (what)
'Cause Circle cats rhyme so fly
Them tracks do or die and (what) as (what)
them write a murder song before a cats can't turn around
I and beg for they live (what)
Lick off a style, me-a-fi put dem all
Rap from T-dot to the Bronx and Bricks and come
(Will you me up?)

If an emcee step outta line,I them affi get cut up
But up, up, fist up, sound get brek up
Beat up and kick up until they boy hiccup
(Girlfriend your name?)
How ya look, so sweet your horse legs acting like you're strange
It's full time, now you come off on dat
My name's Wio, bareback rhyming in the

Blessin' this, effortless, with this, eff with this
If you think you got a chance to dance with your devilish
Stressing this can only to battery
You rattle me, request to battle me I take as
I see ya, grip your bible,I'm the lyrically idol
Who's liable to take your title with a recital, it's vital
You respect the steez, I get with ease
Don't me ask you to respect me please
[Jully Black & BlackKat?]
It's an old time, ol' killing
We a deal with, run and get your clip
For day in another way
De man dem, nuh the ray ray
We are a
Killas...murder

Yo,
blood I meant to do it ruthless
Knew it was murder since Da Grassroots it
Now we got some ax-murderers upon the
murder onto wax
So you can witness the attack, Black... Kat
The nigga who to burn flavour
So hype the Source should give us 5 mics and 2
We spitting this with beats so
And rhyme style limitless, let's see if they can get with
Offishall]
Wio - you're crazy, tough talk don't amaze me
Imaginary gats just don't faze me
a shot, wave your flag, gunfinga in the air
Headstone on your 12" Mr. Kardinal and the Monolith was there
'94 to now, the beats run wild in the East
Leaving 'nuff man decease, I got two fingers that's made for 5-0
fi get dust and let my people dem go

[Kardinal
Call me a sound (killa), gut (filla), (spilla)
Don't vanilla, hip hop guerilla
Mind (chilla), don't drink Lite
Night thrilla, spite might ya
Bite and you invite a recite to kill ya
-K]
The tox licker, shot
Girls quicker, since my crop got bigger
Get yanked like a glock trigger, just to the plot thicker
Girls got thicker, I'm run up in the quicker
(Don't let them me so)
I'm the nigga your son really wants to chill and know
You must it's me that make that nigga act so
Vexed your church friends gossip on the low
(Wio - let me say)
Now for the people who don't what's gwaning
They sleeping on the whole city, stretching in heart
Not knowing that about to shake your ass out your dreams
So (wake up) before you end up in a box


You better run go and get your clip
Black]
Run go get your money
Run go get your clip
The emcee killa, killa