When the man blow the whistle, Rami take off like a jet,
Turkle never move yet, but, Turkle never watch nothing,
And when the race is over, him get the title, well,
A same thing with your mate, now a day scar over you, man,
Them who haffi run race, but now dem tired,
A you set the pace, you nah stop, kick up dust inna dem face,
And, show off and muggle, when you see your mate out a road,
Yall rail up a cross car, mate, you nah get nothing,
Mate, this thing off a board, you get the title, so yall,
And, show off and muggle, when you see your mate out a road,