Matcha Freestyle

Lyrics

[Intro] Yo Man already know how the ting's set Hail up Koast Durkle Disco Mixtape, DD Big up Scruloose Grim Sickers exclusive, trust me Yo [Verse] Climb on Any riddim I'm on, rhyme on Move like python through nylon Man talk P but he still sign on I went away and come back but I'm still right on Real mic man, wanna put mic on Eff tweets, tell a man type on I put my life on, it's peak on beat if I wanna hype on New don, icon Getting sent for left, right and centre I don't wanna hear man talking again Man's telling me "no, Grim, don't send" I tell man that I calmed back down I said man keep sending for Grim Did you see Eski Dance get shut right down? I'll lift man up, I'l spin man round Eff off, pipe down I'll spray a sixteen, if that don't work Then I go to the bag and I draw for the next one Who the fuck's saying that I don't wanna clash? "Eff Grim, he got spun", go get one, next one If I say run up on man all wiling 07922, that's your head gone Indirect, don If I squeeze on tight, I'll never let go Fam, anything goes, got mechanical flows Show up and expose, I'm blatant cold Still raining flows, don't need one of them Fam, I've had one of those, it's dank when I roll When I'm with Jam, that's Boy Better Know Sending for Grim? God bless your soul If I send back, though, you'll be critical, though Or touch-and-go Get left back like Ashley Cole I'm an one-man team Headback taken off clean, I'll wipe his dream Mouth stay shut when Grim MCs Got a next technique, that's me So I found the loophole like a benefit cheat Can't clash him, won't benefit me Punch so hard, make an elephant bleed Don't take me for a mug like peppermint tea I'm a whole next beef Elegant so girls love when I speak I've got two lighters and a can full of petty I shellered off mic man's dance already I turn the ting into Tempa T Fekky And plus I stay fresh like Macca and Deadly Whole ting done to the ting if I started Wah de bumbaclart bloodclart rahtid? MC dead, carried out in a casket Under the rug, floorboards and carpet Bones and flesh all in a gym bag My name's Grim and I do spin man But I keep it realz like I'm in Min Gang I'm old school like boom bang bing bang Basement dun, Boiler Room dun Cyphers dun Bet you don't believe me until your dance gets dun Sending for Grim, now you wanna start talking If I send back, everybody's getting ended Everybody shut up, no more talking Whole scene knows what it is when I'm warring Hop through the door with two plus four in MCs really wanna war Get your name on a gravestone, dumped in a box And left in the morgue Thinks that he does but I know he's not sure Drop your war dub first, that's school Cause I spit like D Double E old school Like Stryder, do you wanna get verbal? Like blood, why you really wanna get verbal? Clash Grim? That's your call Like Goodz, I'm the best overall When Skepta said "go on then, reach for the tool" I was listening to Shabba spitting on jungle Flows run circles like Murkle Who do you resemble? It looks effed up like Michael We'll start on your chain and necklace Had your girl on my bed, picking films off Netflix Draw for the medics, draw for the stretchers Clash on Kiss like Ghetts and Skepta Pum pum, punani injector Dun man like Dexter Not that Dexter, Netflix Dexter