Sky Juice Riddim - Nasty Jack, Skepta, Flowdan

Yo, flowing pon microphone is a minor

I am dealing with 'nuff style 'boutchea

Who’s that pon di microphone?

wan' duck dem

Can’t see me cuh man are shooter

Gunman ah come from all over

Buss weh dem gun in any weather

Autumn, spring, summer, winter

Done tell a guy that it’s a minor

But dance haffi ram jam, follow man, big gorgan

NJ and the Flowdan

Bun a bwoy skin from in di station

If dem never know that man are soundman

But likkle soundboy nuh ah go like this one

Rah, bun dat with the fire

Rah, bun dat with the fire

Fuck off, yo

The badboy’s in town, the big money sound

In a soundclash we leave duppies flying around

The badboy’s in town, the big money sound

In a soundclash we leave duppies flying around

Yo, if me go ah dance, it ain’t nuttin' but hypeness

Lyric dem me start got big tings and priceless

No nyam pork cuh you know say me righteous

Bwoy cyaan chat to me cuh me fearless

Say you have a gun but me couldn’t care less

Cuh when me go ah dance, me have me ratchet and piere cess

Piere high grade, that’s for relieving piere stress

Piere gyal me have so you know me have piere sex

Used to go bun down Stourbridge Complex

Been around since you heard

When you first heard Sky just play two decks

Murder soundboy so tell me who’s next

Strictly dubplate, me nuh mek no test press

If me eat food then me go down the West Best

That’s just the way Teddy Bruckshot will flex

Bun soundboy and leave them to rest

The badboy’s in town, the big money sound

In a soundclash we leave duppies flying around

The badboy’s in town, the big money sound

In a soundclash we leave duppies flying around

They wanna run it up, but like Armour said

It’s nothing, leave them

Bare skeng talk, I can’t believe them

Red and white R6, leave them

D&G glasses, I can’t see them

Why you talking like you can’t die?

One bullet in each lung, breathe them

You see, you’re sounding wheezy

You see, I heard your CD

You and your mandem are talking greazy

I just tell a man like D-E-E

«Come on, come on»

Do you really think

I give two shits if you’re greazy?

I don’t think so

You man ain’t seen greazy yet

When my mandem pop it off

Your marrow will fly

Into the sky like EasyJet

The badboy’s in town, the big money sound

In a soundclash we leave duppies flying around

The badboy’s in town, the big money sound

In a soundclash we leave duppies flying around

In a soundclash, fassyhole, me run that

Any sound system test, me dun dat

Anytime me come stage show, me bun that

On microphone like dat ah me gun dat

Shadow Demon, dem ah call me Black Cat

Semi-automatical flows, me strap dat

And me buss me ting for sure, me MAC that

Let off some bloodclart bomb like Baghdad

Give dem thump and kick like Van Damme

Jack Nasty, you know me roll with badman

I will light dem up and gas man

Bun up the fassy, they can’t clash man

Jack man, you don’t wana get me mad, man

Come to the dance on my own with mash, man

Light up the dance, me have fight fi cash, man

After the clash, dem ah call it ash, man

The badboy’s in town, the big money sound

In a soundclash we leave duppies flying around

The badboy’s in town, the big money sound

In a soundclash we leave duppies flying around