Next Hype - Tempa T

What kind of things that you have

When I find out don’t expect me to stop

I’ll come for the P’s that you stack

And come for all the food that you blot

Better hand over the bag

Your boys don’t wanna see you shot

If I kick down the door to your flat

Dun Know I’ll clear out your house on the spot

(CLEAR!) All the things in your house

(CLEAR!) All the things in your fridge

(SMASH!) All your plates from your rack

(CLEAR!) All’a your kids' toys

(CLEAR!) All’a your CD rack

Won’t get none of your CD’s back

Drag off your curtain rail from the wall

Kick off your HDTV from the stand

Run up on stairs into rooms

Flip the mattress and search for the cash

Make man look down the barrel of a mash

It’s not worth your life, just cough up the scratch

It’s too late to lock up the latch

I can smell the crow, just pull out the batch

I’m not here to cotch or relax

And drink your wine here just pull out the bags

I have to punch up guys

Guys try it with me, I don’t know why

Bax!

Pax man straight in his eyes

They floored me I was looking at the sky

Par!

Now I have to go blind

That boy there I swear he gonna die

You’re not bad you’re a mug don’t think you’re a guy

When I slap man you won’t be alright

Catch man on the field flying his kite

Roll man down on the grass with a knife

Watch as his friends disperse out of sight from afar

I can hear screams from his wife

Run after man let me draw for his life

Blood’s pouring I got stains off the knife

Leave guys dead in the field over night

I’m sick, when I dream I won’t think of them twice

What d’you know about the All Star pars?

Don’t wanna see man driving his car

I’m behind tints with the leng in the car

I jumped out the car put the leng to his car

I said «get out the CAR!»

I said «this ain’t a PAR!»

Smash the window, drag man out the car

(DRAPES!) Get out the car!

If you don’t get out the car

Don’t wanna see man shooting at star

You better not dare me now

I don’t care if you got friends in your car

Light up your whip and all of your spars

Watch some of them roll out of the car

Run down the road I’m chasing them far

Why didn’t they comply from the start

Tryna hype up on the mic

While I spray my bars on the mic

(SLAP!) Don’t hype up on the mic

(KICK!) Now who here wants to fight

Strangle man with the microphone lead

Bax mans head with the side of the mic

Shout at mans face I’m not taking it light

Drag man down to the floor thats right

Pulling out lengs everywhere

Dun kno we got the shotgun there

Boy man down from the side of the stairs

See that man tryna run over there

Run after man chase man over there

Hop the railings chase man over there

WOYYYY!

Straight over there

I locked on the sight now yout’s down there

So I jumped downstairs

Now who here wants to fuck around in here

Stay down, keep your head to the ground

Dun know I’ll shoot off your headtop clear

No, it was a war last year

This year it’s kicking off right here

This year it’s kicking off right here

Dun know we got the shotgun there

If I go make me a mask

No one see who boyed off the ting

Run up on man I’ll boy off the ting

Hop the railings and boy off the ting

WOYYYY!

Make me a mask

No one see who boyed off the ting

Run out the bush and boy off the ting

You’re screaming please don’t boy off the ting!

Are you fucking mad?

Next hype

What everyone’s asking me when’s the next tune?

This is the fucking next tune, are you dumb?

Next hype, Slew Dem, free Chronik you mad?

Big up Esco, Rage, Shorty Smalls.

Slewww demmmm.

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