[Verse: Suffa] A gentleman caller, come to settle the bill A veteran, stepping in with a set off incredible sk**s Revitalised, heads are moving back, forth, side to side Like bobble-head Jesus on the dashboard, I'm rhyming like There's dynamite inside the mic, k** the chat I'm riding like a Silverback on a tiny bike; alright I'm like Awkward, dangerous, don't talk to strangers Don't court the brainless, don't war with neighbours We decent humans, no f**ing about You try speak the truth and throw up in your mouth Lies are poison, and these cats are carriers, ad men But I'm like Harry Allen; I'm a media a**a**in I ain't been infected by a carrier yet Suffa's not a puppet, f** a marionette Yep, so I'ma play the back of this mess Till they start paying these rappers with reality cheques, check [Hosts Commentary: Briggs] Yo, check it out. We got the three resident DJs of Golden Era. DJ Reflux, DJ Debris, and of course ADFU. They 'bout to—