Profit - Next Riddim

Reach the stage, clash dem tune start, killer come
Full energy and want see which sound a de badder sound
It's a joke ting, it's a walk over, me nah know where you get junior vibes from, it's a sound clash run that


Come on, life over death not righteous but blessed
On the mic I'm perplexed like the timing of sex
To hard to buss yet kinda like Dubstep
Must get the crown coz these pricks my subjects
Study the vets and watch the students with prudents
only a few can do this
As the moon lit the sky the clouds gave way and let the sunshine and give thanks for the day
Then I hit the stage like my pen hit the page with the passion and the rage of the hustlers and the stage
Now is the way and few are chosen
Large up PRofit Big Tibbs has spoken


Alright dat some boy a hype round here
From na body can stop this give it again, give it again
Chase dem out


In a dance a war stance and rogue smile
Flash tings my grins linked in
Beware of my thousand yard stare overstand I under care overheard and underhand natures of a traitor
Translate to locate the same levels of respect between them and us
Betrayed men are dangerous
Some of them adjust their trust just to brush a Judas with burial dust
So from the earth we grow to show how we sow we reap
Even in the Garden of Eden evil creeps
So be aware of peeps that lay beneath the tree where the serpent sleeps
Burn the beast you can't treat life cheap
Watch me bring the heat four man deep


Round one ding-a-ling champion step in
Why you want to trouble me all me do is win
Music inna we blood like under me skin
Talk pon de riddim and glide inna perfect timing
Because we love to see the girl dem dutty whinning
Married to the music so me discipline
Now and then me have to slip off the ring
Coz the gal dem are me weakness like the herb I'm smoking


Lord, riddim from nobody can stop this two inna the air again
Si mi a say ready again


Now go long buda-bye make dance or rub
If you wanna dance fi night just put the mic inna me hand
I swear crystal clear all sound-boy better run and prepare
Coming like a train with a tonne of nuclear and if you want fi test the Juxci D bring your head gear


Stone cold charge on your Boulevard so from the Boulevard to broadway I walk broad the hard way and talk with the lions roar
That behaves like a sonic wave in the way it shatters bres
No crossed ways so watch me blaze day to day
Made to brave the truth the way we let loose to save the youth
Many men move to prove they move for the people
Really they move with the selfish
Helpless they move with no depth
One check, check this this sound guy hold your breath


Put me in a full suit a white like me a play cricket m
Me a play cricket yes but me a bat some boy for six


This time round let me introduce
It's your boy Big Tibbs when I'm in the booth
Call me passion I'll be smashing up mics like potatoes
Fighting the Devil I smashed my halo
Now I'm back on track like an A road
Gal scratch my back and I'm like "Ey yo!" what happened to taking it slow?
Are you rewrapping or making the dough
See me I'm wiser
Full of energy I'm liver
Still lick a yout like cider
Man just bubble like Tizer
I don't want no trouble I'm nice star
Big Tibbs no miser
Buy a gal a drink when I wine her
Link a next ting when I find
Take her to the brink when I grind her
Over the sink it's a minor, it's a minor


That's it end of the round, eh yo

Written by:
Alex Orton-Green, Frankie Plato-Beale, Maka Agu

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