Lyrics

[Intro: Explosive]
First off, Malichi, let’s set the record straight,
You reppin’ St. Thomas? You just sealed your fate.
Explosive in the booth, droppin’ bombs like a legend,
Turn Railway City into your final confession.

[Verse 1]
Malichi Male, more like Malichi fail,
Tryna flex on Explosive? That’s a story for sale.
You from the city of trains, but you ain’t on track,
You derail at every turn, ain’t no comin’ back.

St. Thomas too small for the lies you spit,
Everybody knows your name but don’t respect it a bit.
From Jumbo’s shadow to Talbot Street lanes,
You tryna act hard? Bro, you softer than rain.

Out at Pinafore Park, you postin’ fake clout,
But the locals all laughin’—what’s Malichi about?
You ain’t the king of nothin’, not the streets or the game,
St. Thomas deserves better—you just tarnish the name.

[Hook: Explosive]
Malichi, you ain’t nothin’ but a wannabe thug,
Tryna talk that talk, but you ain’t earned no love.
From the streets to the booth, I’m exposin’ the fake,
Explosive droppin’ bombs, watch you crumble and break.

[Verse 2]
Down at Locke’s Market, they heard your weak tracks,
Said, “This Malichi kid ain’t ever comin’ back.”
Talbot’s got more traffic than your Spotify page,
You a small-town poser, stuck in a small-town cage.

I’m the Jumbo of this rap game, bigger than your pride,
St. Thomas got the trains, but you ain’t got no ride.
Bet you walkin’ past the Station, daydreamin’ of fame,
But in the Railway City, boy, you just a name.

I spit flames hotter than the Foundry’s steel,
You claim you got bars, but they ain’t that real.
So take a stroll down Sunset, maybe clear your head,
Before I leave your whole career officially dead.

[Bridge: Explosive]
You hangin’ at the Tim’s like you runnin’ the block,
But the only thing you run is your mouth non-stop.
From Moore Street to Kettle Creek, they know you a joke,
Even the Railway Museum can’t preserve what you broke.

[Verse 3]
You the type to hype Jumbo like you tough and strong,
But your rhymes weaker than the old Horton Market songs.
St. Thomas deserves better than a fraud like you,
I’m the real deal, boy—Explosive comes through.

Your rep’s like Elgin Mall—ain’t nobody there,
Empty promises and hype, but the vibe’s just bare.
I’m the pride of the block, you the shame of the lot,
I’ll bury your name deeper than the CAS spot.

You ain’t worth the drive down Highway 3,
I’m the king of this town, so bow down to me.
Explosive takin’ over—this is St. Thomas’ reign,
And Malichi, pack it up—you can’t handle the flame.

[Outro: Explosive]
So take your last walk down Talbot and fade,
Explosive’s here to stay, puttin’ your name in the grave.
St. Thomas knows the truth, and the truth hits hard,
This the end of Malichi Male—here’s your final discard.