Ask & You Shall Receive (Acapella)

P Money - Rap, UK
Ask & You Shall Receive (Acapella)
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Duration: 3:20
July 23, 2017.
Lyrics
[Verse] OK, let's start by telling all these lot the truth I put my hands up and I would admit The only bitch I ever smacked up was you I'm coming with facts and I'm coming with proof CCTV and witnesses proved that I never did shit I mean how else do you think I walked cas' from that courtroom? I started listening to your second dub like ''Rah, this is gonna be heavy blud'' Then I thought, ''Wait, lying about me hitting girls again'' And you said that already blud Why are you repeating it? That just shows you ain't ready blud You ain't even aiming steady blud I don't mind all your fat jokes, my next dub exposes How much you need to get the belly blud No my G, you're not road like me Why's man wearing clothes like me? Nobody cared for your first dub They said your ''Real Talk'' was hard Only 'cause you flowed like me You're a joke my G Congrats, you charted by singing and still you ain't known like me You don't even get shows like me No credit, no yard, no car, can you even vote, my G? You and your manager Darcy are both jokers Tell em I'm rollin with everyday smokers I don't mind kings saying they're the greatest of all time Since when do sheep know what a GOAT is? Brother, it's hopeless I've known you since your swag was rocking Dog chains and chokers You done that vid by yourself No-ones got your back apart from them studio sofas The only thing rough about you is how you sleep Only thing rough about you is how you tweet You ain't on par, you held three in a week Fist to the south star, you held three in your cheek Telling me to suck my mother, that's weak That's how I know I cut you deep You don't want arms with the demon in me Turn on your location next time you tweet [Did you notice?] Dot said his reasons for not stealing and I quote; ''what's Mela's is mine'' [Did you notice?] You never had money back then so how's he going half on all those mics [Did you notice?] My mans got way too much hate for a girl man said he never wifed [Did you notice?] Man said he can't be rushed, got rushed, on top of that, where was his knife? [Did you know this] clash has only helped him? [Did you know he's] been a prick for ten years? [Did you know if] you type in ''Young Dot Vs Flamer'' you'll see him getting bullied on Youtube? Did you know this? Them kicks don't go with that track suit Dot How could you not know this? You think I get hurt when you say my real name? It's on Wikipedia, everyone knows this I've seen your tings Someone tell this emcee I don't need your ting I could make a 20 track collab EP With the amount of artists that have beat your ting You left Minarmy to rot more than your name 'Cause you ain't man enough to lead your ting I mean how does it feel knowing you got another L pending The moment you breed your ting? Oi blud did you notice: Man just admitted to using MasterWriter on a eediat ting? About you ain't used it in 10 years, do you honestly think we are gonna believe that ting? Then there ain't no way to redeem your ting Hashtag MasterWriter when you tweet your ting I know a bag of your fans are looking at your tunes like ''nawh'' Man's gotta delete your ting I don't care what pricks are involved This prick's gonna know When he sees mad whips on his road Man's like Tiger Woods in champion mode All different type of sticks in the golf Your five in the back dubplate wasn't hard enough 'Cause you got a keeper still letting in goals Phoned Despa, bredded my bro but we ain't accepted a bred since JME said so Even your fans can bred and get toast I expected spirit of Dot Rotten And all man has shown is Casper The Ghost This ain't a clash, it's a joke You keep mentioning how I don't bun How come I went Napa and came back with smoke? Laughing at pool parties, cracking bare joke About Maxsta giving your girls backstrokes, whoa Melanin's bless but no-one can save you Who said it's round the corner? I'll take you You listed bare MC's you recorded Rah, all these man never paid you Rah, all these man didn't rate you Swear down you and your ex was engaged too I've seen emcees get spun by girls But this is off-mic and they still C Cane you You sound upset, I'm breaking you If you're Batman, I'm Bane to you How can a man be caning you? And still have so much to say to you? Truth hurts Look how it's changing you Chat about tools Shut up you stupid weedhead Roll up, I got the flame for you You sent for me and I came for you 'Cause the last time I boxed you at Corey's, what did I say to you? Blud keep on rhyming lies You ain't down to ride Can't even ride a bike The mechanic is back and I'm retiring guys Set a hospital alight when I fire at guys You can be 20 deep when I enter this car On man you ain't even gonna see 5 alive A bloodline of dubs will drop side by side Tell him I'll nap a don on a Cyprus hype After you said ''suck your mum'' better bust your gun Cuh my buzz kills and someone's getting stung Wet a pussyhole what when I come lunging and hit lungs Then stamp out veneers from your gums You ain't never been near any guns I don't fear anyone Let's get it clear, you're only talking that talk 'cause you're nowhere near anyone Play with the short temps and I'll pull up and clear everyone No way, you ain't top You've lost the plot Let me tell you why lost You never denied the way you got boxed And you never denied the way you got dropped And you never denied telling your Twitter you're taking back OG'z Till Melanin clocked And you never denied going jail for a fake samurai In fact, you never denied a lot You never denied you were stealing from Mazza You never denied any of that Bratt stuff You said you was young After I said, ''Don't you dare say you was young and all that cuz'' Mad This is only the start of your ending Brudda I've got files backed up You never denied been caught in the same place I caught you That's twice you were smacked up Big Narstie can probably tell you about the times you got slapped up In Brixton and sent shop Youngs Teflon can tell you 'bout the time he got locked in a cupboard and slapped up on top You never been real, since when did you shot? According to you, you were busy recording a list of youts In the studio so at which point did you ever go country and shot? No line No pee's No proof No Glocks No gang No friends No ends No blocks No whip No yard No chain No watch Are you sure you were shotting, are you lying Dot? I think you were lying Dot Your dub's sick but it's lies you were vibing off Oh yeah, you never denied Desperado having you in the basement crying Dot You tried to make people really think I hit a girl cause I didn't say nothing If that's the case, then everything I said in my last dub is true 'Cause you didn't say nothing You said it was Jack and Archie, not you But how would they know if you didn't say nothing? I swear to God when you buck me Make sure you don't say nothing [Outro] Don't say a thing Just do your ting like you said you're gonna do I don't wanna hear nothing else Man was gonna say after this EP ''yo... Live on the stage, Eskimo Dance'' But what? You think I'm gonna stand face to face with a guy that just told me to suck my mother? You going c-razy On sight and all that, yeah Deeper than that Bare stuff he didn't deny And you, you ain't got no reason for it See me When you first tried to say I hit that girl, do you know why I ignored it? 'Cause I wanted to see, ''let's see what else he thinks he can say'' And when I hit him with the facts, boom I been court for that, never happened Sorry, dash that, watch CCTV, nope, sorry, weren't him So what you talking about? You're lying cuz, you're telling way too many lies right now And you see this whole ting of me having people in my video And you not having people in yours, let me tell you why there's people in mine I'm telling the truth cuz and they're backing it, they're condoning it They know wagwan I got people that are related to N.E. in my video I got people that have beat your ting in my video That's the difference between me and you Man a tactician...
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