Isis 2.0 - Durrty Goodz

All these industry niggas a kissing ass

I know the circle a niggas I piss em off

It’s looking like I be getting the last laugh

Now where’s all my grime niggas at spitting them bars

Ca I ain’t playing on riddim I hit em hard

Mans killin em wid it u see mi dawg

Everybody wanna be up in the chart

But me I just worried about what’s fucking the dance

Shame on all you niggas for thinking that your the realest when really none a

you ain’t putting a lyrics in a flow

Shame on a everyone a you for thinking that I was only gonna be local now you

know I’m internationally known

How you gonna under estimate a nigga from the ghetto when I be showing the

levels they don’t wanna show

Nobodies stepping up to the plate so its time that we separate the likkle mic

men dem from the goats

Mi sit pun top a di beat an strap mi lyrics

Like a bullet when mi shat it mi will tun yuh in a duppy in a ghost

None a dem man na ready fi when London man a shell it

This is Durrty Goodz out a the east coast

I don’t really wanna afi brag an boast but nobody’s fucking with my flows let’s

toast

There’s a couple a names out a the U. S but If you’re talking in a di UK

nobodies coming close

You can put their name on a list I put a flame to em quick

Thats how it is when ya raised in the bits

When ya paving the way an staying in ya lane

But yet enemies are praying that your career hasn’t blown

All ya trying a do is mek a money so you can provide a better way of living for

you an yours in ya home

An all they want fi do is just watch you an su su su su su su natty can’t live

in a tenement zone

Every day of my life’s a different kinda struggle I’m just letting em know my

pillow was a rock stone

Now all I wanna do is just be showing these muthafuckas that I’m bababad

babababad to the bone

So if u ain’t really gonna be killing this shit til we’re feeling this shit

then I suggest that you leave it alone

The devil don’t even want it with this kinda fire I just let him know that His

Majesty is sitted on the throne

They tell me I can go with the best an roll with the best I’m flowing till

there’s nobody left just blowing my sess

U feel it like a hole in your chest an hope for the best

U shoulda been rolling with a vest

U wanted to know u wanted to test

So I blew his brains out all over the press

I’m known in the west I’m known in the north I’m known in the south

An you don’t wanna come over the east running ya mouth

Bowwww man av got a different kinda faculty

Bowwww step back or end up as a casualty

Bowwww I lit it up like the big apple be man have blessed the place like London

is Nazareth

Bowwww there’s too much style for your analysis

Bowwww like when you greet king selassie I

Bowwww sending that out to the antagonist tell me how you niggas wanna hate me

now

That’s what up man a got the whole place up

Man a took a couple years out of the scene around and fuck the whole place up

Now man are like what he’s nuts

Yo this nigga got guts

Man a took a couple years out of the scene come around and fuck the whole place

up

I’m sound killing these sound man dem are ready

Keep me affiliated with those that’s hot headed

I’m not breddin I’m just ready fi defend anything coming in the endz it’s my

territory

Show me the top 5 in the world I ain’t worried

When I’m letting the flows off yours are expired

I’m in a the championship league it’s on fire

An the truths in the scriptures word to Jeremiah

Wo' all these spittaz be claiming they be the wickedest it’s getting ridiculous

I be shitting on these rapers like wo

Every man an he’s granny getting nominated for Grammy where’s ya manners for

daddy o u can tell a manz home O

You been telling em you baddest you gotta be mad are you better then me when I

be in the studio no

How you trying a run with all this gas

All u lot been getting cash an your afraid to clash so bo bo

Like I’m in a kilaman jaro show

U don’t wanna be the target bro

Don’t duck an let the bullet hit ya mum in the throat

If I catch you coming out a Walmart an let it go

Bang like a four five or a three fifty seven magnum

I hold the mic like it’s a hand gun

An some any where I go di gyal tel mi seh I’m handsome an that I’m killing it

on the dam drum

Random outa nowhere I’m holding the game for ransom

Now their knowing my name where I’m from an where I’m at

I don’t a need no pat on back when I’m feeling like I’m up the booth with my

strap

Rat tat tat tat ta ta ta ta ta ta tat

All you man have been cating off a my styles give it back

When I was on sound killin u wasn’t ina dat I was flowin like this on gimme dat

Now I’m running it ina di place an I’m running up on your boss

An I’m running it on the stage an I’m running it in a di dance

Let me teach you U ain’t running up in a my class

If a sound boy try test I’ll just run up in him an blast

Bare face no mask don’t ask

All that unoriginal shit it won’t pass

Ca man a badder than Kartels clarks

A dead blood clart is a dead bomba ahhh

Yeh man a got the whole place up

Man a took a couple years out of the scene come around an fuck the whole place

up

Now man are like what he’s nuts

Yo this nigga got guts

Man a took a couple years out of the scene come around an fuck the whole place

up