Woiiiiii, come on!!! Coming with a rave of his own, Jack’s tearing up the ting again on some next level hype. Simultaneously capable of giving you screw face, then big wide grin, repeatedly, back and forth.
This riddim is ‘NANG’. Here for it.
Backed by Shannon Parkes on beat, coming with a skippy snare/clap pattern, and a light kick, with vocal synths and ad-libs, and a high pitched synth melody, Jack packs the riddim front to back with bars and energy.
In the intro, Nasty Jack quietly tells the mandem to stop stepping, as these times them man are all gas, anyway .
The hook is a whole wave, giving you screwface and grins all within 4 bars, with Jack shelling it at full tilt; ‘Big John Crow, Yeah that’s what I am/Big pin road, yeah that’s what I am/E9 sticks man, that’s what I am/Nang nang nang nang, that’s what I am’. Been yelling the last bar randomly, since first listen!
The main section of the track has Nasty Jack spitting about always shelling down the rave, and only having real shit in his bars ‘Most MCs in the game are fraud/Nuff artists but I see no art’ and he always adds a side of humour, every few bars, which make you grin, big; ‘I been the best since Kumbaya’. Jack shares that the mandem love his hard bars, and the gyaldem ‘love the dance’, showing he’s got the whole scene on lock, still.
He shells about never being G checked, because Grime MCs don’t run, and references the fakes as ‘a joke like Wayne and Garf’. There are 2 2 references throughout the track to classic Grime bars, where Jack spits bars like ‘bet you thought the chorus was coming/ I’ll show you man my microphone bunning’, putting his own stamp on it, still.
Switching up flows, again, he continues to call out the frauds, after the second hook; ‘Cuz, you’re a bloodclart liar, you never set rave pon fire/You man are dead like Michael Myer/See me any set I touch, I tire...Bun up the earth like a Michelin Tyre’, and claim his position as King of the Rave; ‘I light up the ting like hippy and bong/I smoke it up like Cheech and Chong’, bringing that humour back, but then makes sure you get your screw face back on with; ‘Big time fool yeah I talk about shotter...Say it with my bloodclart chess, I ain’t mutter’, and later; ‘So what am I saying? These likkle sound boys think I’m playing/Come over this way, come get a weigh in/Big man ting over here, when I’m spraying’.
In the last part of the track, Nasty Jack sums himself up; ‘I’m the Ace of spades Jack, only talk gyal and war...I’ll send stuff through your wifey’s door/send you home with a broken jaw/1 to the 2 to the 3 to the 4/I give zero fucks about the law’, again making you screw your face and grin, same time.
Jack closes the riddim by talking as he did in the intro; ‘I’m fucking nang blud, you know dem one’s dere, like....if you don’t think I fucking am, you’re a hater, blud’.
He’s not wrong. Cop the ting, a whole wave!