Grime-a-Side 2017 Quarter Final: Bristol vs. Wolverhampton

Lyrics

First Half [Intro: Jay0117 & Reepa] I said Bris' to the world Cheese and Bread, all that good stuff Wolves are howling Uh-uh [Verse 1: Jay0117] Yeah, that ain't the team, that's Raider And two man he sent to the shop I rate that you turned up, must have been gurned up But we all know you're taking the loss Reepa's belling up Red Bull, said he felt dreadful Then he tried faking a cough Firing sat in the background, looking all cracked out Please stop taking the rock Cool, here's when the body starts Raider's looking like a StayFresh bodyguard And I got all of your tings lined up And they take it in turns just to play with my body parts Uh-uh Your team's a five sheet, mine's like lottery money You man are old school, washed out, wannabe Brummies I'll put two in your neck and then one in your tummy [Verse 2: Reepa] Chatting about Cheese and Bread Cheese and Bread, you man can get dead That's dead, go home back to your bed Sickers boxed you in the head and your top went red You look like you're on steds You look like you sit on the park bench Fam, your team's about to take L How come these man look like sales? Clash rules? They must have gone off the rails Should have clashed Brum or should have clashed Wales Now they're taking the loss Bristol, you get the pistol Look like you've been sniffing on crystal Got no bars and your team is abysmal Got no bars like you're- no signal [Verse 3: Double] OK I got thrown off, yo, yo Fuck about, get clarted, the ting spark If not, get [?] If not- yo [Verse 4: Raider] Fam, you're a damn shambles Try murk me, get your plans cancelled Head get mangled and dangled You're a little boy but you're getting manhandled You man think you're gonna win this clash But your chances are slim like lambs' ankles If ten man pull up outside in white vans You'll be like "Damn Daniel!" I'm a flame, you're a damn candle I'm way much more than you handle You look like you smoke food, I came here with bars But I should have brought crack sample Bristol pricks'll get pistol whipped I will gun buck man with the strap handle Bust your head with a Jack Daniels How about that, famble? [Verse 5: Dimpson] I do dirt and I've done dirt and I move cert And I move work, chat shit, I'll get your crew hurt No flexin', I don't do flirts No dead tings, I don't do skirts D-I-M on the track, yeah, I do murk Chat shit and I'm drew to get you cut Man are like "Yo D, I got a loose nut" Flow so nasty just like a loose slut No space in the scene, so I tell these boys move up Dressed in all white looking like Ku Klux Can't even tell D-I about do drugs I was out there in the pouring rain Trying to get my stack, I can straight do stuff Late nights there in the trap with Mazza Man chat shit, get hit with the spazza Lineup- G, I call that Anna [Verse 6: Firing] I don't know why you came Red Bull Your bars, your flow's so terrible Cross the line, it will be horrible You're not incredible Born Why are you born? Oi What? What? I don't want hear no crud 'Cuh after this, your life won't be no good Don't talk like you don't bleed no blood When Sickers bumped you, you was bleeding blood Send you back to Bristol, beaten up Try me, bro, you won't be breathing good I will put you deep in mud Get sent to Jesus, you really should Dickhead Second Half [Verse 7: Jay0117] Ha ha Let's all laugh at the StayFresh 'roid freak You mix crack and protein, so when you go gym You can get gains and avoid sleep Ha, quick and destroy Reeps Turn up six man deep when the boy sleeps Alright Firing, what ya firing? Tell by the way that you're stood, you're a moist geek, and WV make dough W, WV take Ls Wolves in the prem? Huh? You're regulated Raider's flow, that's very basic And you man are lost, lemme demonstrate it Send man to the sky, levitate it Reepa's wife on a dead ting Just for the clash, might smash and penetrate it [Verse 8: Reepa] Should've never come to the war Should've never stepped outside your door 'Bout to leave with all your team bleeding Six feet deep, all under floor Heard your bars, and your bars dem are poor When I finish, you will want it no more I'm gonna stick them with the lyrics of course And when I'm coming, when I'm coming with the force Listen, your captain brought you on a suicide mission Warned you, don't say that I didn't Go home and regret your decision Step to the pack Man take L, get sent to the pack Look like you've got your nose in a pack Still roll with the pack [Verse 9: Double] Jeepers creepers, these geezers Flipping eediats, serious, spin Reaper Ten toes, ballerina- OK (reading off his phone, you know) Oi, fuck that, fuck that Yeah, yeah, yeah... You might catch me in the gash round the back of a dance With a glass of the champ, big zoot full of dank When I lit that spliff, gonna stink till it stank [?], know that it's dank Heard what I said, that's when you know that it's dank Eyes red like I got nanked with a nank Eyes on my head, draw for the migraine skank Like rah, [?] [?] arch up her back Launch an attack, gully creep, out and-a bad Trust me, you mad, dem man couldn't understand Dem man are daft, stood there stiff like a plank Intelligent, so much gash, not a prank, like I don't know about any of you man, but But I know that I'm in with a chance, like [Verse 10: Raider] Listen, this one's musical slaughter Somebody better do a funeral for ya If you listen to this prick's music Then my bars ain't suitable for ya You must be taking the piss with those shit bars Blud, you're a cubicle talker If you're talking gas then you can get nailed Like I done your cuticles for ya 'Cause I'm on big man tings Take heads off, yeah I'm on wigs man tings Grime-a-Side, and man are gonna get skied Yeah, Red Bull's really gonna give man wings Fuck Cheese and Bread Four-course meal when my team gets fed You thought you were coming here for the victory But you're gonna rest in peace instead, dead [Verse 11: Dimpson] I got tech yeah, and I got flow Talk my name and you better lay low Wolverhampton- Oi, fuck this, let me do that again I got tech yeah, and I got flow Talk my name and you better low WV, they take Ls all- Oi, fuck's sake And I got Raider where did you find these youts though? Why did you bring them to Red Bull Studio? Firing? You ain't firing shit You're a wasted-, expiring quick Your girlfriend is the dirtiest sket in Wolverhampton She's firing dick Might as well- [Verse 12: Firing] Waste Ain't got nothing on your waste You're a sideman, you're just a waste You coming here was a waste Money for your petrol was just a waste You ain't got arms like you're wearing a waist These man are gonna have to watch you and waste Nine months inside of your mum was a waste Red Bull hollering you was a waste You man living your life is a waste Recycled, still move waste Yo The space you've taken on Earth is a waste The dough you spent on Boomkat was a waste You're Bristol's biggest waste [Outro: Jay0117 & Firing] Jesus Bristol to the world Red Bull Grime-a-Side WV, WV, WV Vote Bristol Wolves are howling Yes Shook, shookers Bristol, Bristol, Bristol, yes