[Hook: Dot Rotten]
Oh lord, we are true veterans
If you can't stand up to us, you better run
Boy, you can bring whoever come
It don't matter, it ain't me who's getting spun
[Verse 1: Dot Rotten]
Over an MC's grave I'll skank and laugh
And look at em all like "nah, they can't stand a chance"
I think I'm one of the best, hand to heart
Nonetheless I'm coming to dead man for ras
Dragon spit, they all know where the fire is
Cause I studied my craft, what a boss I is
I am sickening, I need exam to pass
Flying kicks all up in your head, Cantona
Are they on top? No, they're long-lost souls
Soul reaper, I bring out the Zanpakutō
I've got a nonstop flow, and my fans are saying that I'm C4
How has this bomb not blown?
Guess it ain't that time, well ASAP I'm
Gonna be a star, my swagger is Maybach grime
Bet your whole crew aware of the stay back lines
If I hear my name being said then it's payback time
[Hook: Dot Rotten]
Oh lord, we are true veterans
If you can't stand up to us, you better run
Boy, you can bring whoever come
It don't matter, it ain't me who's getting spun
[Verse 2: Wiley]
I hear you don, but I ain't near you, don
I've got the lyrics that'll scare you, don
Dududada dada, I don't fear you, don
Cause I can win it in a minute, I will tear you, don
Fans hear this and they're gonna air you, dons
Brave spitters, but me, I've been here for long
I can show a couple riddims I was rering on
You ever had a grime chair? Now your chairs are gone, wrong
I battle, plus lead the cattle
Your cage rattles when I crunch or tackle
This competition, blud, are you ready?
I'm gonna whizz the track with no castle
My flow travels, the truth unravels
I may as well stand in the booth with a camel
The way the game's going, I can't believe it
So I'm back to the start, I battle
[Hook: Dot Rotten]
Oh lord, we are true veterans
If you can't stand up to us, you better run
Boy, you can bring whoever come
It don't matter, it ain't me who's getting spun
[Verse 3: Ghetts]
Rain on your parade, aiming a grenade
Wait! I'm way too great to be delayed
Hell yeah, I wanna swing
And I don't mean a place kids play in the estate
Be honest, your favourite MC don't want it
When I'm on it, everybody's getting bodied, I promise
I'm going on like [?] Wallace
The game's like my wallet cause I've got it in my pocket, stop it
You're out of your depth
You should learn how to confess
Mic in my hand, I never lie to my fans
[?] I wanna shout "I'm the best"
And I'll shout that without a doubt in my head
Soundclash? I've had a thousand of them
[?] around like I've got an unusual sound
That I lost but I found it again
[Hook: Dot Rotten]
Oh lord, we are true veterans
If you can't stand up to us, you better run
Boy, you can bring whoever come
It don't matter, it ain't me who's getting spun
[Hook: Dot Rotten]
Oh lord, we are true veterans
If you can't stand up to us, you better run
Boy, you can bring whoever come
It don't matter, it ain't me who's getting spun