Words From RA

Run up on your set-et with a ten
And I can put it in your chest
I make a nigga wanna call a medic
Don’t tell 'cause that snap like a card game
Ayy, you see boy? I need a Barclay
Make P’s off a blue square, that’s
The hardest guy since R. A, like R. A, so
jail, on New Year’s Eve, but there’s mice everywhere
but I ain’t there, but I ain’t there
Legend’s in the building, the legends are in the building
«Yeah, it’s R. A, a real dark ting. The hardest that ever done it and still does
it. Obviously, we’re talking 'bout this grime ting, innit, but I’m talking
'bout this garage ting, we’re talking 'bout this gangster grime.
We setted that crud off beats. We setted that talking wicked on riddims.
We setted that all, darg. 'Nough MCs coming up now, no diss, but don’t wan'
take the homage. It’s cool though. But like I said, it’s a Southside ting to
the end, Southside of the bridge. My brudda could then. He came up off the dun,
he never came up on that free shit, so I have to go find him. So like I said,
Commitment 2-I'm cosigning him, I’m giving him the torch. Remember dat,
shell it down. Anyobdy who’s got a problem with that, come see me.»