Grime-a-Side 2017 Quarter Final: London vs. Liverpool

Lyrics

First Half [Verse 1: Rico Don] Let me start off with C Cane My man looks like he's seen pain Say my man 'cause it's not C Cane It's Reece West trapped inside C Cane Them two souls, they have been caged That's why these two here seem strange West is a bitch, he's got a nickname C Cane spin me? Oh please, behave Said I spin that man like a CDJ Tesco value BBK Out-bar me? Nah, leave it Wave Joe and Jeopard in form so I'm feeling great Captain's role, I took Steven's place Any funny business, GBH West murk me? Nah, believe it, mate That's not what his CV says [Verse 2: Reece West] Rico, breathe Wipe that sweat off your headtop please Project your words and rudeboy, breathe Breathe Right now I'm feeling like Jason Statham [?] I'll break man's coccyx Come to your drum like "who wanna conflict?" I am the son like [?] Turn up to town and rock man's concert Show, flow, road, dough, it's Like this son wanna be my clone Look at his hair, wanna wear my clothes Look at his-, feeling greasy Blacked out, blacked out, [?] You're my son [Verse 3: Jeopardy] LDN Just touched down in LDN Jumped bus down to LDN Now it's got shut down in LDN With team LDN [?] LDN When he told us the LDN team I was like, "Who the fucking hell are these then?" Scatching me head, all confused Like why didn't you bring AJ or Big Zuu? I'm from Liverpool and I'm bigger than all of yous Checked YouTube, yous get appalling views Yizzy, wanna get five pound plus? Best do another Five Pound Munch And Reece, you don't wanna get your eyebrow bust If I was you, I'd be keeping my mouth shut [Verse 4: Yizzy] Shut ya mout, cuh none of you man are on the radar Liverpool team but you didn't bring Aystar Us man are A*, you man are rejects These are man are easy like BTEC Wavey Joe, in W.A.V.E, you're the reject Rico Don, you Riko reject Me only know one bloodclart Riko London City Warlord, you reject And you, who the fuck are you? Radio sets but I don't see you BBC freestyle, don't see you When I shut down Glastonbury with Manga 16 for 16, didn't see you Boyed in this clash, no, I don't see you I'm best young G in my city You're ain't even the best young G in the room [Verse 5: Wavey Joe] Wadidi, yo, yo Big up my London crew I like Reece West and C Cane But Yizzy, pussy, I don't like you Westy, that's a good bredrin of mine So as soon as we knew, we made it a truce All this talk 'bout shanks and guns, but it's Hard to tell when you're talking the truth Move, I don't wanna clash no youth Catch man thinking he's slick at Rinse Till I slap man's face all over the booth Man will have teeth all over the floor Man will have blood all over the tooth, roof I don't wanna hear your lies, spoof When I look in your eyes, you're a mute Real recognise real, but I don't know you [Verse 6: C Cane] Take a look At the shittest team Red Bull has picked, my god, it's rude You've got Shitty and then Shit Shit Shit And this one who breads off the London dudes Wavey Joe, you're acting Coming against us? You should've been reluctant to 'Cause how the fuck can you come against us When you are in a London crew? Dickhead, out here talking 'bout war talk When your flow's dead and your bars are not W.A.V.E Ain't been waved, this dickhead on a dickhead ting Went and got his arm tattooed with W.A.V.E Must've been waved LOL 'bout Wavey Joe at the wave, why, Joe? Behave You're widididi really shit Chatting big in it but building off of Flirta's ting Second Half [Verse 7: Rico Don] Big man ting, nowhere near 30 Dem man's bars, yeah, they sound nursery Trust, I'm out here, always been certi Man are on boss moves, dem man are workers Dem man are doughnuts Living at their mum's 'cause they're broke, don Come to the clash? Then I beg you don't choke on Words that you spit 'cause you'll end up on the roads, don [?] Gohan Ship sinker When I get cold like it's winter Stamina, I am the big sprinter When I get... it's winter West, godfather Reece goes in, I go harder Stamina, warlord from Sparta This one's your flow I mastered [Verse 8: Reece West] Yeah... West, West Man ah leave Liverpool mangled Flame on man, I'll bring heat and tan yous Got eight bars that will straight up bang yous I'm a teacher on beats like bamboo And I've got Bs on fleek like Cancun And I've got dudes in suits, big man you West, I'm wavy, what does he do? Or does Rico? Wifing girls that everyone's ran through Know who's who and I'm still in the mix-up Tell a man fix up, turn tings tits up Girl want lipse up, wine wan' drink up So like sizzler, [?] Rizla Don't really wave, live on stages West or Liverpool, tell man switch up [Verse 9: Jeopardy] C Cane, you're dutty Your whole outfit is scruffy I bet your armpits are bushy From here, I can smell your pussy And these other two are muppets, I swear When I come with the words You'll get spun with the verse You're getting duppied and murked Tuck in a hearse, then put in the dirt Six foot under the earth, look, look 'Cause I'm a serious don You spin me? What world are you on? Nah, I don't care where you're from MC killer, serial one I will murder you one by one If Reece is a boy, he's a bi one Talk straps but never been by one ...Ps to buy one [Verse 10: Yizzy] You ain't holding the MAC, blood, stop with the lies Your Mac came with a portion of fries Two buns, no guns Coke and a ketchup dip on the side Beef? No, not one of my guys I heard you talk to the pork on the side These MCs wanna chat their greaze, but When it kicks off, dem ah run and hide, I'll Shut a man down like HMV No, I don't care 'bout A-G-E, I'll Jump in a clash like "rah, seventeen?" But I'll spin your clart off an eight bar Liverpool team and a four bar Rico's hairline up all far Say what I want, don't give two fucks Jump in the clash with the wudududubu [Verse 11: Wavey Joe] If I was Logan Sama bringing that drama I would've kicked you off stage I would've been pissed off, in a rage Man wanna talk 'bout spit in the rave You're a younger, can't even get to the rave Bring thunder, I'll bring lightning and rain Blunder, you'll get a frightening pain Wonder: why did it get this way? But I'll dead man's words till I get this pay My path, won't do a next man's way My path, you'll... let man stay You're fucked if I wet man's fade Diss my ting and I'll mek man pay Quick ting, I will not let man pray Told Red Bull don't let me spray 'Cause it's unfair teams that you let me play [Verse 12: C Cane] You two are so unknown Had to ask Red Bull on the sly "who's who?" Who's this don, now? Who's this yout? Which mother's child that I've gotta abuse? You Should've [?] 'cause your hairline's stressed Forehead bigger than your whole damn future Bet your head help your girl when you're tryna press, oh dear Bet you thought the world's your oyster Yeah, yeah, thought that you was gonna buss I find that shit quite sad 'cause I know for a fact You've got P to Oyster a bus Yeah, yeah, yeah, no, I know that he's dead Chat- Bro, why you chatting for? You're half my height Come on, man, London 2017, we fucking won this one I'm not even gonna fucking finish my bars Fucking bullshit [Outro: Wavey Joe & C Cane] Yes, Liverpool Widididi Wavey Joe Come on Widididi really shit