Grime-a-Side 2016 Semi Final: Derby vs. Manchester

Lyrics

First Half [Intro: Eyez] Woi-oi Buk-eye Manny vs Darbs, yeah? Red Bull Studios Grime-a-Side Semi Finals rudeboy Yeah, yeah Snez, Snez Yeah, myself E-to-the-Y Listen [Verse 1: Eyez] Manny on the map, and it's not 'cause of you I'll put Manny where I put Birmingham There's only Rio that ever put Manny on the map And that's not you, that's Ferdinand Savage, Derby do damage Manny is a city I manage, woi-oi! And I'm the real daddy of Manny So the pussy better come with Sir Alex, huh I'm gonna leave them pissed like Despa How ironic that Wrigley's the extra Been six years since you've been on 1xtra You're the worst MCs in Manchester Bugzy Malone put Manny on the map Not you R.I.O Don't try hate on the best Stop being jealous and pay your respects 'Cause he's flying the flag for the place that you rep [Verse 2: Slay] See Eyez, I'm gonna make this about you 'Cause them other two ain't worth sending for Red Bull, why'd you give man two 16s? I swear I could have made this end with a 4 Yeah, 0161 this, you can say 0161 that But I swear that Derby, has never And will never be on the map Facts Man-a got tracks on tracks, stat Come to your, with a [?] Told man already, that's how we attack I'm gonna lick a man down on these [?] When you man spit, man are like "that's wack" When us man spit, man are like "Brap brap" Yeah I'm from Manny where the guns clap clap Chat crap, you might not make it back home [Verse 3: Lox] Yeah, I've been away for a minute On the M-way, with a big haze, lemme bill it Hot yute on a hot move, no fibbing You magic, could never Popeye, no spinach White G's got the broomstick, no Quidditch Clash you, any MC get finished Beg a nigga say my name in a lyric Feds had man sitting on the wing, for a minute Okay, hood rules apply no snitching Run R.I.O down with a ting from a kitchen L-O-X does this ting, no ribbing Music beef, I still catch Wrigz flipping Stab man, see the blue lights, start dipping Mad man take a big man's gold digits Good mind make a good yute turn wicked Chat shit, get your [?] kicking [Verse 4: Wrigz] Man is the illest It's like they're from Finland These man are finished We don't care about your stupid gimmicks This one is lyrics-for-lyrics Calm And they're nothing like me at all Put some respect on my name or [?] We're the best, we're the best up North We're the best, we're the best like George Yeah, I'll make them take Ls on the mic I'll show them That's a Michael like Owen Stitching these words together, I'm sowing Killing these unknown MCs before you know 'em They're wack Ain't got brains, they got apps When they say, they got straps They mean their mates have got that, it's gas [Verse 5: Dubzy] Wrigley, you're old now Stop chatting grease I've sold more hats in your city than you three put together sold CD'S When I'm in Arndale, they know it's me Link all your girlfriend's in Salford Keys X5 when I next drive, you'll see Head get bust if you come D-E My man are united like you believe Slay you look like Rafiki from Lion King I swear on my life, don't try a ting If there was straps in the room right now Gunchester wouldn't be the ones firing I went on Manchester TV for my work That's your channel, where's your face on it? Your shopping centre, where's your face on it? Your Foot Asylum, where's your on face on it? [Verse 6: R.I.O] All that screaming and shouting, stop that Looking ready for war, just like a Ombat And if it's contact, for combat Pens off safety, I'm on that Lyrics-for-lyrics, I'll tell Eyez it's over [?] Got a lyrical [?] sitting on my shoulder Sub-zero when I bar [?] Dubzy, it's colder Lick down who? Nah, stop that Every postcode's got bad boys, stop that Manchester, Gudchester Bare bodies get bodybagged here, so stop that Lick down who? Nah, stop that Ah, every postcode's got bad boys, stop that Manchester, that's Gudchester Bodies get bodybagged here, so stop that Second Half [Verse 7: Eyez] I'll bring my Sikh mates to your front door You'll have Indians banging on your drum like Bhangra You don't wanna see Eyez when he's full of anger That's when I make Slay fly like Santa Hit man for six like I play for Sri Lanka Coronation Street boy ain't gangsta I know real Manny man you likkle wanker You man two bun pass on mamba And I know the boss of your block so Run your gob and I'll get man banged And if I drown R.I.O in a bath He'll be blowing bubbles like West Ham fans Yeah they should've brought Shotty Should have brought Shifty Should have brought Bugzy Malone, not Wrigley Who's Wrigley? My man's fifty E-to-the-Y turn Manny man history [Verse 8: Slay] Yo, and I'm still ignoring the other two Gonna be raw with the war when I duppy you Even your closest friends won't look at you Hold this L whilst I take this W Lad, hold a hook, hold a jab Lyrics pierce and stab And you're gonna wish you gave all you had We got this one in a bag So these waste MCs wanna try and act bad? Dom-dom-dom, bodybag bodybag Dom-dom-dom, bodybag bodybag Derby man slump, bodybag bodybag Waste MCs wanna try and act bad? Dom-dom-dom, bodybag bodybag Dom-dom-dom, bodybag bodybag Waste [Verse 9: Lox] Done already shows down Brum Like go now Manny can't get it Who's this Slay roll like Real talk, should've brought Don Dino Real talk, should have brought C-to-the-H When you said Wrigz, I thought you meant Wrigley Who the fuck's this? Are you taking the piss? R.I.O is dead up, cuh R.I.O is dead up Can't touch R.I.O, he'll probably ring fed up You man are dead bro Should have brought Geko Tell a man sec, I'll draw for the metal Manny all pissed now, you man are letdowns This one's lightwork, this one might hurt Manny dere vexed, you man are dead Should've brought Striker, should've brought Benz You man are shit, ya let down the ends You man are dead, ya let down the ends [Verse 10: Wrigz] Look, it's not a mystery, my city's got history Yeah they can fuck with us, but it's risky If they ever kill one in the army Ten die like respect fire bingy I forget your name, I'm calling you thingy These man corrupt the kids like Disney Eyez thought he did me, I spun made him do a 360 You can scream and shout and chant and rant You still get done by the man, you pants It's bants, you can dab and dance Still get war them man a give tax Lyrical war and it's like we've got tanks Old school but we're advanced Send man home with a L, no dank I can see it in Eyez his eyes is pranged [Verse 11: Dubzy] R.I.O, you ain't been booked since I booked you Now you wanna talk like a cockatoo? Your video with Eyez, he didn't turn up You had to spray his verse on the hook too My face was on billboards in your city Billboards in your city And I brought the picture with me I brought the picture with me They saw this [?] had to diss me Man saw that from Stretford to Traf In Moss Side nah you don't get backed In Manchester, I've actually trapped Man got me some stuff, then bought me a gaff Slay ain't done that, your manny's answer to trash I don't want here no talk of gun clap This ain't Bugzy Malone or Shifty So these could never put Manny on the map [Verse 12: R.I.O] Yeah, I don't wanna hear about "I'm from Derby" Light work still a first year when I'm working 'em I'm like "Ike what's got love to do with it?" When I spin like Tina, I'm Turnin' em Trust me when I'm lyrically on one Head tops off when I'm lyrically on one And if this went something like boxing Guarantee Eyez, [?] Three man down get a casket of bodybags For Eyez yeah, Dubzy and my man 'Cause I feel like a bloodclart yardy Watch how I rinse all my tings in a MC Head shot dead Neck shot dead Chest shot dead Leg shot dead Dem boys there can't come in my section Everything lock off, Derby is dead Brap [Outro: Eyez & R.I.O] Dunnoe Aight, yeah Yeah yeah Derby V Manny Grime-a-Side Semis Dunnoe Woi-oi Levels are HIGH Buk-eye, yeah? Ay