I ain't gonna say I'm real
I ain't gonna say I'm real
I said, I ain't gonna say I'm real
Work out the yard then pop off the steel
President, top of the hill
Don't make orders if you can't afford the bill
I recommend you just chill
You get KILL OFF KILLY if I see you until
Until when? Until somebody pop off the skeng
'Cus to get shot like that, you would need IC3, Skibadee and Kenny Ken
Little does he know, I was spraying from way back when
Way before he was born
Bet he wish that he was never born
Cuz, I don't beep my horn
I'm at the party, it's kinda swag
I don't know if I should stay there
Once again, swag MCs? No, I don't play there
Put down the mic, take up daycare
Everybody knows I'm cold
But it don't mean that I don't play fair
I push kis of base from Scotland to Mayfair
I come to state those facts, I mean
Look at the facts Prez T has stated
In my bits I'm loved; in some bits I'm hated
If this MC sprays with me, he must be overrated
He ain't gonna make it; even the whip he drives is plated
Trust me, he don't wanna clash; I'm dedicated
Yeh, I'm gonna keep on spraying
Until everyone else calls it a day in
Kill off killy!
What is he saying? Said, Kill off killy!
Merk another MC, there's no delaying
I take chances but I ain't David Blaine
It's President, one of the main
The most bars in the game
Cuz, I'll see him on the road, he'll be shamed
"Cuzzy, do you really know my name?"
I'm on the guestlist; I ain't gotta leave no mate in the rain
Blud, I got a SLK outside; I ain't gotta take no train!
144? I didn't see the 144 in the first place, are you insane?
Must be!
Large way 1; that was a taste
This MC can't cut to the chase!
Do it in cyber space for him to race
Man in Meridian, you couldn't call it a race!
Even before he started he was in first place
Ain't it a big disgrace!
I said, ain't it a big disgrace!
I ain't gonna spray to amuse
I'll merk another MC; I can't refuse
I don't give a shit about crews, come on!
I can't see you on the Ten O'Clock News
But I see you, standing up stood in queues
I said, standing up stood in queues
Anytime you see me it's either a rave or a Skengman Blues
Cuz, yeh, I will keep in touch
Badboy riddim, ain't nothin much
Dat crew, is there such
That manna push man in a Class-C clutch
Blud, I blaze high grade; I blaze dutch
I be like Starsky, your man are Hutch
Tick, tick, tick, gonna die with your watch
Nah, never gonna chill, nah, never gonna cop
Like the craze, I make big money, big money ways
Boy try and blaze, knock you into a daze
I been killin' my own since the old skool days
I got Glocks, lugers, with infra-red rays
Cuz, you want a job that pays
I got the food that pays
Nah, me nah the tick; all days I got bigger boy Widow
Kill off the haze!
We nah the teams got the Ks
And we nah the gal that swings and sways
Get smack up smacky always
STD, no ways
President T I'm the Haile Selassie
With our thanks and praise
It's never my man
Turn into a hit man
I said, Kill Off Killy!
Going for a President's face
You bring the pressure, I'll bring the force
Back Inna My Face, Volume One of course
Said all kind of Bloodline mixtapes I endorse
Cuz I'm not an officer but, I enforce
And we're so strong that we're called the Iron Force
Bring your whole crew, they will die in force
Out on the strip, but I ain't dyin' jaws
Yeh I'm on the strip, I'm bangin' out hundreds of scores
Yeh! That's kind of flimsy
I didn't grow up on Jason K
When you hear President, you wanna bring back Slimzee
Said that he played in the Premier
But the word on road is that he plays for Grimsby
