الأغاني: Tinchy Stryder. Third Strike. Game Over.

[Giggs:]
Time to get that profit all in,
Won't rest 'til all my niggers rocket ballin',
I don't even think I stopped this mornin',
I'm the nigger that usually gets them "what's it called's" in,
I'm caught, when it's time to get that shoppin' sorted,
Oh, this Armani blazer, which I got imported,
Yeah I like that whip, because I'm on the bands, only reason I ain't dropped that forty,
Chicks see me on the streets and they stop and call me, want, me to get my willy out so they can toss it for me,
Got 'em goin' topless for me,
When she pop it for me,
Really got me horny,
Record label contract, my lawyers got it for me,
Dotted all the I's, and the T's can you cross 'em for me?
You can try and put your crosses on me,
I watch, hate, I got shooters that'll watch it for me.

[Pro Green:]
I'm heavy, I'm colder,
Better me? No sir!
I could tear apart MC's but I'd rather read a book on childcare by Kerry Katona,
No niceness, I ran out of it,
Dumb it down a bit,
Ain't somethin' I'm prepared to do,
When I ain't ever gonna run out of lip,
Here's something I prepared for you,
I tried to relax, but being spaced it inspires me back,
When will I be nice, to Katie Price,
The day I see a cage fighter in drag, ah,
I don't want a tomorrow without friction
Jump in to beat, both feet first,
Make pros eat their words,
And sit and watch 'em swallow their own dic-tion

[Tinie Tempah:]
Uh, Ishi distort that bass,
Man grew up on a raw estate,
Now, everytime I draw my dates,
They're like 'how the fuck d'you afford this place? ',
First place, first place, first place,
Try and act up dem man will address that, call it, put a fuckin' man in his place,
Bitch I'm great, for goodness sake,
I ain't got a queue 'cause they know my face,
Glance at my watch tryin' to wind up on me,
I was like I ain't got time to waste,
Get it,
I ain't got time to waste
Get it,
Try and get hype in my face,
Regreit it,
Got a big pitbull and I don't remember the last time I fed it, so don't up set it

[Devlin:]
Let me grieve for the beat before I murder it,
Don't know my name by now? You shoulda heard of it,
Why? 'cause I'm murdering,
Anybody lurking in, close proximity, circling,
Don't make an example of men when I stride in,
Dev's has got a tiny temper,
I'm observing this, learning,
But know I'm just yearning to burn it,
I'll fire your agenda,
Lock me up, might high risk offender
Make a man turn on his own team, like an Irish defender,
I'm a rhyming inventor that's climbing to heights ya' not meant ta',
The game's over, so roll over,
I'm sober, but I'll still kidnap a so called soldier,
And bolt in the Rover to Dover, Yeah it's over, the game's over.

[Example:]
Put up ya' lighters, I clash the Titans,
Fight the fighters, might fight the biters,
Spit on my flow, got tonsillitis,
That's on a Monday mornin', ha
Takin' over, run straight past ya'
No warning that I rule disaster,
Harder, faster, stronger, longer,
This one here was top of the classroom,
Stop the lecture, drop the pressure,
Never say never, but nevertheless I,
Never say no to experiments, Whether it's tenements, clubs, yards, spitting with eloquence
Positive sentiments, having a hell of a time and it's evident,
Don't question my relevance, I've started on this so I'm back in my element.

[Chipmunk:]
Uh, I open my mouth, bitches panic,
The jewel the liabilities, mmm, I'm the asset,
Underdogs are barking up, shh hush puppy,
My new chain's got red and blue ice man I call it my slush puppy,
Yeah, let me clap them with the reminder flow,
I was best new comer err time ago,
Yeah, you've all passed ya' sell by date to me,
I'm different,
Bitch I sell out when you at the venue and date to me.

[Chorus:]
Now it's game over,
Kick him out the team, but heard he's snaking, he's a cobra,
Could have lived the dream but now ya' days are done, it's over,
Should have remembered scheming and your looking for a shoulder, to lean on, to wipe your tears on, it's over.

[Tinchy Stryder:]
They better let me go, let me loose,
I'm frozen cold, my veins are blue,
Hell to home, but it's Satan proof,
Good as gold, my angels flew,
Yo, they can't knock down mine,
Cuffs on flows I lock down lines,
I am not human, real life mutant,
Ask Mick Foley, I'm not mankind,
Yeah, look under my eyelids,
All red, I bleed through the iris,
Like I've been toking on w*ed, highest,
Now my brain's on freeze, minus
Yeah I ain't letting it melt,
I'm stark, haze, I'm letting it fill,
Sideline this now separate that,
I'm stayin here I ain't lettin' it gel, ill.