| Central Line! | 
| Man try a ting, Central Line! | 
| Boy try a ting, Central Line! | 
| No long ting on the Central! | 
| Fucked in the head-a-leng | 
| If I’m bored-a-leng | 
| I might walk down the road-a-leng | 
| Eat anyone-a-leng, pon dem a-leng | 
| And then duckle | 
| Nine! | 
| Manna lick two inna your chest | 
| Put two inna your spine | 
| Fuck round with K, your life is on the line | 
| Well, you don’t wanna war with K9 | 
| Nine! | 
| Manna lick two inna your chest | 
| Put two inna your spine | 
| Fuck round with K, your life is on the line | 
| Well, you don’t wanna war with K9−9 | 
| Yo, one of dem, one of dem | 
| C-A-P-O, yeah, one of dem, one of dem | 
| Come out the way, yeah, one of dem, one of dem | 
| Manna get liff, yeah, one of dem, one of dem | 
| Bun down rave, yeah, one of dem, one of dem | 
| Pricks in the grime scene, yeah, one of dem, one of dem | 
| Can’t take Capo for one of dem, one of dem | 
| Mandem load at one of dem, yo | 
| Ey, yo, love grime (Hey!) | 
| Run man a riddim, I’ll torch it (Hey!) | 
| Dark like we’re living in sunshine (Hey!) | 
| Slap 'way another exclusive (Hey!) | 
| One line, make ya head lumpy | 
| I give dem eight bar, gyaldem haffi start moving | 
| Wah dem ah deal wid? | 
| (Level) | 
| Cah you know my ting already | 
| I’m like, «Wow! | 
| Who’s that rass!» | 
| Fuck up the rave like CS gas | 
| Murkle man, kill off a fass | 
| Worship me like Sunday mass | 
| And again, «Wow! | 
| Who’s that rass!» | 
| Fuck up the rave like CS gas | 
| Murkle man gonna kill off a fass | 
| And man worship me like Sunday mass | 
| Bang! | 
| Couldn’t be a stupid man | 
| Bang! | 
| Better know I’m a money man | 
| Bang! | 
| Can’t chat shit to me, man | 
| Bang! | 
| Cah man are real big mic man so | 
| Bang! | 
| Wiley’s a London man | 
| Bang! | 
| Gyaldem know I’m the man | 
| Bang! | 
| Know that I’m old school man | 
| Yes, who’s hot on microphone stand? | 
| Manna said lie dem a tell, lie dem a tell | 
| Man are gonna shell dem as well, shell dem as well | 
| Put your food on the scale, food on the scale | 
| Ayy, it’s not everyday trap on Snap | 
| Manna said lie dem a tell, lie dem a tell | 
| Man are gonna shell dem as well, shell dem as well | 
| Put your food on the scale, food on the scale | 
| Ayy, it’s not everyday trap on Snap | 
| You wanna test? | 
| It’s fine by me | 
| New era, hit 'em with the new stylie | 
| Ear’um scare 'em, wear and tear 'em | 
| I got the flows that are too grimey | 
| You wanna test? | 
| It’s fine, fine | 
| Hit 'em with the new era line, line | 
| I’m cheeky like a rear end | 
| Soon gonna explode like a mine | 
| Young Raiden’s got a new ting called | 
| No-no, remorse-morse | 
| You got a new one but they won’t sing, that’s | 
| No-no, remorse-morse (Wait) | 
| I tell man straight up I’m the best, that’s | 
| No-no, remorse-morse (Wait) | 
| I say, «Wait» and they still say, «Yes», that’s | 
| No-no, remorse-morse | 
| Freeze, don’t make me squeeze | 
| No it’s not Babylon, it’s Mr. Breeze | 
| Breathe and you’ll catch my disease | 
| If you don’t own a gas mask, better leave | 
| Say please and I might be nice | 
| Cold as ice, I drop bodies at a nice price | 
| Say the word, spray these nerds | 
| With verbs till their eyes are blurred | 
| I don’t care, I don’t care | 
| Take your shit, get out of here | 
| Leave the seat, fuck it take the chair | 
| Say you done this but who was there? | 
| Who was near? | 
| Temper’s short so watch your talk | 
| My strikers shoot and when I pop the ball | 
| From Roman Road down to Stroudley Walk | 
| Drive big cars, man I hardly walk | 
| Start mooting 'em up | 
| What you doing there? | 
| Start fucking them up | 
| That boy there, start banging him | 
| Chaps, chain, start jacking him | 
| Draw for the gat, start gun bucking 'em up | 
| Torture path leave some shattering | 
| All his mandem come off the block | 
| Jump fences, climb over walls | 
| Start scattering | 
| Grips! | 
| Bang him! | 
| You’re on the floor! | 
| No movement, you’re on the floor! | 
| Catch him at the back of the flats! | 
| Grips! | 
| Bang him! | 
| You’re on the floor! | 
| No movement, you’re on the floor! |