Skeng (Autechre Remix)

In ah mi-in ah mi hand one ) x3

(Verse one)

In ah mi-in ah mi hand one

This one dedicated to all badman

Whether ya from Manchester or London

Whether ya from north London or Brixton

Put up unu (your) hand

Fe in ah mi hand two

Si flow an ah killa man ah roll through

So my brothers of the roll deep crew

You don't wanna brush wi or step on wi shoe

You know say I true

In ah mi hand three

Put in the ganja and take out the seed

Fe all ah mi intelligent people

Pon de road side we ah smoke ****

Yes indeed, thats what we need,

Four, one time we talk and nah talk nuh more

Sight dem boy and wi kick off dem door

Kick of dem door and wi run up wid the .44

You don't wana see the .44

Five, bust my gun and dem nah stay alive,

Tek 'way ya son I might tek 'way your wife,

And you dun know say mi ah go still ah go stab with knife,

Tell dem about fi ina mi 'and six,

Dem walk with knife and we walk with sticks,

Killa man mi ah go done some p***ks,

Done some p***ks with a M one six,

Tell dem about fi ina mi 'and seven,

How much gun wi bust for the **** seven

Man don't waan get one outta the seven,

Cos ya only gonna get eleven

Tell dem about fi ina mi 'and eight

Bust my gunshot bwoy at the gate,

Wi no really care if it's early or late,

Badman man real we nah fake, straight,

In ah mi-in ah mi hand nine,

Tec 'way the nine, ( SW9 (Brixton))'or' has to be a 9), tec nine and a tec nine

Boy dem can't dis mi it's fine,

If a boy **** with mine,

Then I get the ten, mac ten, fi in ah mi hand mi hand ten, tell dem already

Nah tell dem again

No problem

(chorus)

Mmmm, < too sick&nbsp;:)

Skeng, skeng, skeng

Me and killa man bust off the big skeng

Skeng, skeng, skeng

Me and killa man reload the big skeng

Car, car, car,

Skeng pon road, no skeng in car

Car, car, car

Me and killa man love roll in a car,

Road, road, road,

Gun in ah hand mi nah walk with sword,

Sword, sword, sword,

Shot you inna face like dart in a board,

Real, real, real

Bullet fly through bumbohole windscreen

Screen, screen, screen

Who can't hear dem mumma ago feel

(verse 2)

Pusssyole dem no know meeeeeee ee ee < too sick again&nbsp;:)

See mi pon di roadside rolliiiiiiing ng ng

Like say ya philly(blunt) cyant roll iiiiin n n

We have da machine ready fe dem,

Ready fe dem,

No make mi haffi stroll iiiiin n n

When the big dogs roll iiiiiin n n ,

You don't want see when gunshot start

People be like when dog ah eat tripe mm mm

Come wi just duppy de whole lot ah dem,

Tell you de truth seh mi nah care bout dem,

Cah weh wi duppy de duppy de duppy

De duppy de duppy dem

Me ah go send back duppy fe dem

Man a bad a man from a long time,

I swear down you can ask all the people dem,

Look in ah mi face brother man you don't wanna see man when me get evil then,

Then, then, then,

You don't wanna see me get evil,

Evil, evil, evil,

Worse, worse, worse,

Shot ya inna face make you send for the nurse,

Worse, worse, worse,

Shot ya inna face make you send for the nurse,

Nurse, nurse, nurse,

Doctor can't fix ya send for the hearse,

Hearse, hearse, hearse,

Doctor can't fix you send fe de hearse,

Black, black, black,

Funeral start everybody in a black,

Black, black, black,

Poppa in a suit and mumma in a frock,

Lines 1-9 of verse 2 repeated.