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, "lyrics": "Yo, sound the alarm, the gates are locked down. This ain't a game, this is my territory, my town. Dark energy, the ends are fully operational. Jagga Bootz, you know the sound is sensational. Boom! Respect the concrete, or get put on silence." }, { "name": "VERSE 1 (45s)", "lyrics": "Still pullin' up on smoke, never caught slippin'. The Long Ting in the coat, you see the bulge when I'm flippin'. Like Hollow meets Blade, man-a-man got sticks that'll shred up the concrete. Send a young G round with the stick, they ain't leavin' 'til they see notes. My bredrins are certi' in town, your mandem are really some jokes. The Jakes watched bro while he was moving the packs; it's a cold joke. Trapping ain't dead, the fiend still need the heat and ringin' my phone. Chillin' with the plug, talkin' 'bout mula, weights to the dome. Set up: They talk tough online, but out here they're just little guys, runnin' their mouth, tellin' all these big lies. Punchline: See them do the dash when we pull up in the hooptie, frozen in fear, watchin' their whole crew turn ghost. Ad-lib: Bow-bow-bow! No messing. You see the signs, we ain't lookin' for normal pedestrians." }, { "name": "VERSE 2 (45s)", "lyrics": "I was in the trap, just stacking up bands, watchin' everybody turn up mad. Can't lie, that shit made me laugh, but I was huggin' up all the guap I had. Just done road with the team, bare Uncle Fest and heavy bags. Got my face all droopy, bro got dough like Gucci. See me in Stoney, not Gucci, these ops used to laugh at the crib but they cut when they see the appliance on the hooptie. Whip that stick out the coat, watch it sing like Susie. Turn up on your block, ten toes, man will do it, no plan. In four-door trucks, took risks, man, soon gon' bring out the van. Set up: They move with the undies, tryna cuff me, movin' like gyal, talkin' about dusty. Punchline: The wheel spins, that's heavy, and the corn is chunky. Ad-lib: Mad! I switch the trap, flip the packs, I need all the mula. Wagwan for the opps? Done the mandem dirty. Appliance on the ride, that's lengthy. Fifty shot, the long ting's full up. Dash when man pull up." }, { "name": "VERSE 3 (45s)", "lyrics": "I'm the master of the ends, the flow is explosive. The wordplay sharp, cutting through the thick smoke, they tried to send shots, but the code broke. I'm loading the clip with a calculated measure, turnin' their terror into my pleasure. The formula's locked, entirely forbidden, the darkness I walk in remains hidden. Any rival movement is instantly submitted, Jagga Bootz on the tag, the name's official, this violence is vital and truly essential. Set up: Claimin' the title and chasin' the fame, a poor effort, you won't survive the reign. Punchline: Signed your name on a closure claim, better sort yourself, 'cause this ain't a game. Ad-lib: Ay! This is a permanent lifestyle. Crossing boundaries, watching the weak ones break and fail. My influence global, the message transmitted, Jagga Skirrrt