Hey  hey  troop style's hard to find
 I sit where we sit  it's time to go for mine
 See I remain in place wit shit so funky
 You could bite for days  my shit remains crunchy
 Good wit my own style  droppin that
 Looky Lou's all hokin but I stompin that
 You's a c copycat  now watch me take you thru to hell
 Must be out lookin for biters in the big bad world
 I  am  the one to take you higher
 to liquidisation, heart and desire
 Go 'head, light the fire, as I get smoke
 There ain't a way to stop the madness when I go for broke

 Chorus:

 Aiyo kid, you must be kidding me
 You're the epitome, of no identity
 It's about what you say and how you say it
 Now that's hardcore, time to settle the score

 I'm fed up with the old shit, gimme some new shit
 I won't sit, get off my grip
 See I'm tired of these imitating gangsta clones
 For them I got a slingshot, rotty's and stones
 I come steppin on the scene, my Delinquent team, be here to elevate
 Even the fakes should get their soul get
 Rippin up your frame, it's the critical acclaim
 Breakin you up, like the Buddha crank shrinks my brain
 Cos there can be only one ?????, only one to rule
 Bet the coon new G, witta steel that's new
 Yet some won't like the way I strangle the mic, though
 I won't funk the kids, can't fake the Gambino
 Kid, you must be kidding me
 It's a joke, why ya gotta be kidding me?
 We're goin nowhere fast in this flavorless mess hall
 Why can't you stand tall? Cos I heard a distress call

 Chorus (x2)

 Once again, I go fly thru the speaker
 Your style suck, fuckin like a tweaker
 One grain falls, the rest soon follow
 Cos everybody knows (your wacked style's borrowed)
 It seems everybody write they're OG killers
 Everybody's flippin big-time dope dealers
 (Versace) and Gucci, rollin big time lucci
 Big ......, steady sellin out the real

 Now oh damn, now look what I've done
 wit the little bit of help from the rhymes I brung

 You know who you are, don't front, just shoot hits
 Delinquent it's in the house, to rock this shit

 Chorus (x2