(Intro - Jagga Bootz Media Tag)
Woi! Jagga Bootz Media in the cuts. This is the truth, no cap.
(Verse 1 - The Conditioning)
Landed at two, straight from the East, yeah, I stepped on the ends' floor,
Nursery door? That's where the graft started, always settled the score.
Raised in the heart of Wakefield, you know the NF area was bait then,
Every single day, I had to chef up and step on the pavement.
From the young neeks tryna try man, to the big breddas who wanted the smoke,
I took the heat, I was hardened early, never been a joke.
My whole life's been a tussle, a constant beef on the strip,
I had to learn quick, no time for the chat, keep the rammy on the hip.
Man talk bare noise now, but they didn't see the come-up, the struggle,
I was built different from the jump, maneuvering through the urban jungle.
(Hook / Chorus)
The Hill knows the face, Cheetham Hill, that's the mandem's domain,
I'm undisputed, pound-for-pound, the kweffing king of the reign.
I'm hitting fifty, still ripped and strong, a true force, wagwan?
I move invisible, but my reputation's gassed 'til the break of dawn.
You try to violate the peace? You are instantly done, finished, skrr,
Artillery's speaking, no exceptions, trust me, that's how we concur.
(Verse 2 - Arrival at The Hill and Current Status)
Touched down in The Hill, seen it was like the motherland, you get the chat,
The local opps thought they could test, but I clapped back, I handled that.
They tried to prey on the new face, moving proper shiesty and suss,
Dealt with the whole ting quick, now they circle wide, avoiding the fuss.
I keep myself to myself, stack the P's, stay off the low,
But when the goons act out, they learn why nobody wants to know.
These wastemen are jelly, they can't handle the aura I bring,
I solve the area's madness, I'm the one pulling the string.
I'm the old school grimy that the youngers still fear,
Fifty years on this earth, and I'm still the strongest near.
History confirms it, no need for the hype, no cap, no lies,
If you wanna bring the heat, just bring it, man, watch your world capsize.
I don't leave things to chance, I keep the skeng ready, the ting's prepared,
If you move vexed or gassed with me, you're getting clapped, I swear.
(Hook / Chorus)
The Hill knows the face, Cheetham Hill, that's the mandem's domain,
I'm undisputed, pound-for-pound, the kweffing king of the reign.
I'm hitting fifty, still ripped and strong, a true force, wagwan?
I move invisible, but my reputation's gassed 'til the break of dawn.
You try to violate the peace? You are instantly done, finished, skrr,
Artillery's speaking, no exceptions, trust me, that's how we concur.
(Outro)
No talk, just action.
Jagga runs the ends.
The legacy is sealed.
Trust that.
Woi!
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