Ho! Riddim - Marco Del Horno, Swerve, P. Money

They wanna know how I’m so high without weed in the system

If it ain’t grime or dub I stay distant

If crossover was a genre called cross

Them lot would believe it more than a Christian

They can’t see me in the distance

My CD sells out in an instant

I give anybody what they want every year

Call me Santa, Merry Christmas (ho ho ho, ho!)

Yo they shoulda listened

Now I’m about to blow up like a piston

There’s a war against cheesy music

And me and my fans are the resistance

I’m real when I talk to the infants

Can’t wet me, P’s water resistant

Funny families wanna test me

I laugh cause they’re just real life Simpsons

I’m sick, every line the crowd’s like (HEY!)

I don’t get rolled or stacked like (HEY!)

Listen, learn then repeat (HEY!)

When you hear the metaphor, shout out (HO!)

Now I go back to (HEY!)

First line, second line, third line (HEY!)

Come on, keep the vibe going (HEY!)

When you hear the fourth bar, shout out (HO!)

Swerve told me come and rip this one

Gave me the pad and I writ this one

See I’m known for the killer metaphors

That’ll murder the beat and I’ll have any witness stunned

P, I gets it done

The best times three, I’m tripling sums

Flow is amazing, so stupid

Man are like how did it get this dumb?

Can’t lift this one

Wanna tango?

Get your hip disc slumped

This guy’s a wally, I looked in the book bare times

Can’t believe I missed this one

Never shoulda picked this one

Handsome, girls wanna kiss this one

I pull girls, the only pulling you’re gonna do

Is when your spliff gets bun

I’m the emcee emcees can’t stand

I make 'em all sit down like they can’t stand

If you can’t cope at the deep end

Holla at me, I’ll make you float better than armbands

I serve more than a barman

Man of the jungle, call me Tarzan

Had a crash in March so I don’t drive

But I’m flying, I don’t need a car fam

Gone, can’t catch him

Too big for labels, can’t snatch him

Everybody wants me, I bring cash in

I bet on myself, bring cash in

P, I’m a captain

Your air, my air is a max ting

When it comes to girls I see bare head

Like it’s a no hoods or hat ting