Grime-a-Side 2016 Semi Final: Leicester vs. London

Lyrics

First Half [Intro: Jafro] Yo It's Jafro-fro Large up everybody inside, you get me? Leicester v. London On some war business Yo, yo Get me? OK, then Take one, yeah? War time Yo, I beg you move back a bit, your breath stinks Yeah Yo, yo, yo Look, look, look, look [Verse 1: Jafro] You won't find yourself to be damaging me I skywalk like Anakin's family tree I'm the star in this war, the only one that can- More force than Obi-Wan and Yoda I'm a legend in the game like Zelda Best move out of the way when I tell ya Cuh if I'm barging through with the flows There's not gonna be much man that can help ya Like, on a serious note I'll send a series of blows In the form of a series of notes I'm more serious than Jme, I've got serious flows Look, when soundclash come, I turn freezing cold, turn Grime Reaper and start reaping souls, look You can't war with the CEO I'm so hungry, I ain't even leaving bones [Verse 2: Blay] Man better know who I am Man chat shit, get banged I'll throw the roach of my zoot in your likkle man's pram Direct provoking man Sixteen bars, head scoping man; choking man When I'm on the set, you can't breathe Sixteens are exposing man We see the bitch in you and You are the bitch in view Raise that hand? Hold stitches too The way that I move, you would think it was juj Man are glitching, ching, ripped in two So your bredrins don't be victims too You're just a prick with views I am a prick with views Send man's cats to your yard on B Scars on fleet that will take man's soul with ease [Verse 3: Skeez] London are better than who? Got more pepper than who? I'll take man to school These man are youts, minute I'm a farda to dem, I call dem my yout I'm bigger than who? Sicker than who? I've done shits that are bigger than you I've got the sauce, I'm dripping in juice I'm the truth, I'll kill an MC like "ooouuu, ooouuu" Mad ting Man wanna send? Then I'm stamping, jawline clamping I don't play games, I'm not ramping I'll make a man a ghost, phantom You're from the capital L You're not representing the capital well Come against me? You're taking a capital L Roll up, roll on your team like- [Verse 4: Vic Santoro] Yo, it's the onsite merchant Man ah grab him and I'll drop that urgent You're not dons that's bursting Outbar who? I never met that person You don't wanna get me mad And give me a reason to come back lurking Cuh believe, if I aired this MAC Trust me, real talk, you'd be outside lurking You was in your yard, you was playing computers I was in and out, I was selling mad heaters You was having peace talk, telling man leave that I was running pre-school, telling man beat that I could never lose to a guy with a quiff Or a guy wearing glasses, I swear it's a myth Break it down in French, and mon frère, [?] Every time the beef cooks, I was there with some teeth [Verse 5: Kamakaze] This clash should've got swerved These man have got some nerve Last round, it was Dele Alli and Santi Cazorla This time, they sent the reserves This ain't the B-team This ain't even the C-team This ain't even the under-18 team Whoever picked this lineup must've been lean This is the clash And man already know that London's calling Three MCs dead, that's London mourning That's red skies on a London morning I rep Leicester, the boys in blue Man don't chat to the boys in blue Yo, likkle man, I can see the boy in you Man stepped up, then I'm boying you [Verse 6: Merky ACE] Silly chat, me nuh inna dat pon the rebound Kweff Skeez and his whole team in the ground Last time that it kicked off, he couldn't be found Never put hands on the ting, use tea towel Gloves there and a mask on, man screech round Couldn't care about chart songs, man's P now Catch man on the last song, clock the crowd Went outside his stage show, then leap out, boom Mildred Hubble, man roll with the broom Kamakaze just said the tings on tunes Catch Jafro on the flip side Put him on the news These CIDs all looking for clues Second Half [Verse 7: Jafro] Beg none of you man scratch your hair I don't want dandruff bits everywhere I came here to clash against three MCs How come I only see tramps in here? Like Spin you like Bish Bash Bosh Wait, oh my gosh We're about ten months into the year How come you smell like you ain't had a wash? It's Jafro, I'm not like these plastic guys You tramps are attracting flies Telling packs of lies, pussy, get boxed in the eye Come try, get slapped if you try You're the type to fall in love with a sket You get gassed and tell all your friends And your dealer makes you kiss man's shoe Then pays twenty pound for a ten, that's dead That's dead [Verse 8: Blay] Yo, so much talking but nobody's dying You're stressed on mic, we can tell that you're trying All them veins in your neck, that's bants You was mid-bar, I thought you were dying Keep on lying Keep on spreading that paigon word to the masses In a league of shit MCs, you smash it You think they're all matches? Champions' League Champions' League of wasted time on the mic, you've won When you MC, I hate your lungs I hate them stupid words that you think run How did a man think he won't get spun? How did a man think he was gonna spin? Tired MCs, ain't doing man a thing When I come through, it's a London ting [Verse 9: Skeez] Oi, oi, Merky, are you sure? Blay, you wanna play a game like Saw? Come through swinging the hammer like I'm Thor Godly, I'll leave this man in awe Don't know what you're in for Don't know what you and him for You're homegrown, I'm import I'm the missing piece of the jigsaw I'm just like you but a bit more Spit raw till my tongue bleeds and my lips sore Pissed off, shitting on man, it's a shitstorm Spit more fire, it's more than a bit warm Bitch boy, come to the war, get your limbs torn Make you wish that you had never been born Don't call me fam, we ain't even in-laws I'm ten-ten, you're a shit draw You against me isn't fair 'cause you'll withdraw [Verse 10: Vic Santoro] I'm on my job When I see these man, yo, these man move passive I was like "oh my god" When I jumped onstage, yeah, the crowd looked massive Bad boys? Where? I know these man, yeah, them man move waseen Mash what works? They don't mash no works, yeah, them man do gassing Had 'em heavily scarred How they act bad now but was never involved? And I've been through some things you will never endure And I'm back in the game now, I'm settling scores What Kamakaze? You're Kamakaze? Click, flash, no paparazzi Jafro, yout, go home in a taxi Skeez, you're a good yout, jump in the backseat [Verse 11: Kamakaze] Look, it's Kamakaze Fry MCs like calamari Strapped him with the bars, I'm a kamikaze Chat shit, get banged, yeah man are Vardy Beep, smash man's head off the wheel Peak, them man fell off for real Like beep, smash man's head off the wheel Peak, them man fell off for real What have you done in the last five years? Grown dreads What has he done? Took steds You was supposed to be Nasty Jack The only thing nasty about you is your breath Man better take that test Airwaves wouldn't make that fresh First it was Sheffield, now it's London Man know we merky aced that test [Verse 12: Merky ACE] Kamakaze can get headlice When I come through, man ah come through nice Box Jafro's glasses off his eyes Stamp out Skeez's till he dies Murked them twice And I came through with two of my guys Red Bull set you up the whole time Should've never let Tizzy Gang inside Pull up with the ting on the corner, drop off around the corner Identify, then burst Say they want war, we ain't ever played fair Get the drop, where are you? Man are bringing man there Big four, when it spits, it be ringing man's ear The junction off Bromley Road, I was skidding round there Who told Blue Foot jump in the war? New season, Leicester ain't winning no more [Outro: Kamakaze] Yeah Mmm hmm Say no more