Grime-a-Side 2017 Semi-Final: Birmingham vs. London

Lyrics

First Half [Intro: Tantskii] Yeah Grime-a-Side Semi-Finals Birmingham vs London Oi, listen Ah Look [Verse 1: Tantskii] C Cane's on coke and you're sniffing her knickers Every time you're spitting, you sound like Grim Sickers All three of you are getting buried today Me, Sox and Fire Don are your vicars Yizzy gets beans on toast for his dinners You're obviously gonna lose, fucking with winners C Cane gotta get her bars out right She's got a lisp so none of it delivers On top of that, she smells just like kippers Wouldn't wanna be Grim Sickers Who cums all over her toes until she's got webbed feet Now this bitch has got flippers Yizzy looks like he still gets gold stickers And get sent to the shop for chicken dippers I'll slap him in the face so many times It's gonna sound like I'm wearing slippers [Verse 2: C Cane] I would ask for your change But it looks like you're a little short And when you're playing ball, you're pissed 'Cause the grass on the floor, it tickles your balls Fire, I should go in 'bout your hairline Fam, we both know it's wearing a bit thin Fire brought his mandem to London But left his hairline where his kids, wherever he lives Now I'm coming with lightning bolts Sox so dumb, you tried stop taking drugs By drinking 'nuff Diet Coke Your ex-girl's a cheat, it won't be the only thing Breaking your heart like [?] [?] quickly, you go into hiding like Whitney Whenever I'm involved Teams don't mean shit whenever I'm in zone, you pussy [Verse 3: Sox] Grime is dead, grime is dead That's what most of the Londoners said Yizzy was ten, Stormzy was in bed I was in Alstone making money with dreads Can't clash C Cane, she will get declined Don't let all the Red Bull get to your head Somebody give her a pat on the back And please make sure that she wins Man of the Match Don, are you having a laugh? Pay homage to these three? That's not me I grew up on Skeppy and D Double E Down south, everybody knows we're OGs Chip gets high and he listens to me I'll give Reece a hot box like Bugzy Still go raves and I scream "Invasion Alert" La-la-la-la, man's got P, Pirater [Verse 4: Yizzy] Know everything they're gonna say from the start Talking about two years back with the bars I was 15, just chasing a dream And thought that I could really trust my darg When you was 15, you was sucking on arse Your real name's Abdi, allow the beef Moving on, said my piece Who the fuck are you to try judge me, chief? Swear you're so dark that if a man ah Turn off the lights right now, all I see is your teeth I bet you got no bright ideas Allow the beef, wanna chat about beef, nah 'Cuh you look like you don't do smoke Bet you season chicken with hope Bet you regret them Facebook videos Crying when your ex left, you was like "Nooo, nooo, nooo" [Verse 5: Fire Don] Too raw Drag your queen, no Ru Paul Why the hell am I here? You man are too poor You man are dummies, fam, Madame Tussauds [?] your man's will Stand still when I let shit off Chicks on the bits, I'ma take wig off Murder without the Kalashnikov Always hit my targets, I'm Drogba And I can dump on range when I Pogba My team's good, we shall see about yours 'Cause right now I'm not too sure you're Costa For certain, I'll mek a man run fast Harry Kane, I'm a don, just give me the right pass Toe-tag anybody in this clash Think otherwise? Hit the chambers, you're gassed [Verse 6: Reece West] Reece West yawned and turned up Missed a few bars and still went through West got put in the dirt? Boo hoo Talk shit and cry, you man still lose But wait, let me get back to the semis Lock down Fire, lyrical semi Tantskii talks, but he's not ready Go do fourteen JDZs Your Fire in the Booth was oh-so-weak, I'll Skrr by, masked [?], put Sox in a boot, this tramp is smelly Hold up, wait, extinguish Fire Come to your workplace, you'll get fired In a shit league, you man get hired Got five kids, bro, ain't you tired? Sox just sniffs up coke, this liar, liar Second Half [Verse 7: Tantskii] Look, fuck that, I'ma start hammering heads C Cane looks like Jammer on steds Right now, you're at war with a beast You shouldn't have stepped over this animal's fence Yizzy's already been exposed as a cat He thinks it's gonna get left in the past tense? Fuck that, I'm bringing all of it back The way you pirated man was immense Can't believe you pirated Phidizz Using his slogan, you were taking the piss Not to mention like four other man In one video, fucking hell, that's a myth Fuck knows what he must have put in his spliff That day, I swear, you weren't right in your head When you go home to your dad and tell him about this He'll be like, "right, go to your bed" [Verse 8: C Cane] But you're dead Bars are dead Flows are dead Mixtape's dead Dead like a DJ messing up a mix too fast And you've gotta do- (Lay-Z's bar) dead Yeah, I said you're air, O2 air No gas, no service, signal type air Calling liking a guy tryna move me and my friend at the same time Thinking that you won't clock air So don't come round thinking you're a badman 'Cause you got a fresh shape-up and you're feeling all buff [?] woke up Wake up, stay on the ball, world cup I couldn't care for your badman antics Your badman antics ain't what won Badman antics won't get cleared It won't get a wheel-up, won't get cheered [Verse 9: Sox] Reece West, he used to sleep in doorways Paid for a tune but snitched in a court case She gets creampied, then eats sorbets And Depz was better when he was your age Tryna talk brave, put on your war face I don't give a shit about you and your schoolmate Yizzy, like a shit version of Izzie What part of London is he from? Is he, though? You and your gang are bisexual monsters Deep down she wants a man from Brum But ya still grab little girls' bums like Bonkaz Half of the rappers in London are wrong Who's a problem? I'll drop your food like Yungen Yeah, C Cane never got adopted When she was up for adoption 'Cause she's got lots and lots and lots Of medical problems [Verse 10: Yizzy] Tryna spit? Nah, fuck that shit You're pissed Jammer didn't wanna pay for your flights Kozzie done already really murked you twice Just 'cause your girlfriend [?] It didn't mean you had to try take your life Hold up True say, Sox, you're an arsewipe Taking the piss, coming at Yizz What's that smell? Stinking of piss I'll fuck your wifey bareback Buss inside her, make you raise the little one Tantskii's tryna gwan like a big man Wait, look round, ahh, he's a little one High five, big man What? Not one word? Not my fault that your girl is a doorknob Bet these two man got a couple turns [Verse 11: Fire Don] You don't write your own bars, why try? Your bars came from a portion of guys A dumb brain, went fried Dead flows and lies on the side From this point on, I know that I've had 'em Anybody try stealing my rhymes, I'll bang 'em Fuck Cane and this wet-wipe Reece 'Cause the only West I respect is Adam So why front like you ain't a chief? Wanna be road with hipsters in your jeans I don't care if you think that you're boxers I'll waste bands and keep it all brief Anybody who thinks they're tight, I'll untangle Might as well hang yourselves and get strangled You remind me of Roc-a-Fella 'Cause all you're gonna do is try angle [Verse 12: Reece West] I used to like Brum town, they Came down, now I don't like Brum town Yeah, I used to like these clowns MC, now I don't like these clowns Yeah, I used to like John Tonks Red Bull, now I might fight John Tonks [?] this nonce Bounce his head off the mic response It's Westy, I am the godfather, and Brum go in, I go harder Stamina, I've got the Mo Farah Running on Brum like it's karma And... calmer Sox got dumped by BBK They got dumped by [?] Jammer West, spin man off the CDJs, it's... [Outro: Tantskii & Reece West] Dead Brum town all day Cat Fuck the pirater This is too easy You get me? London outcasts Dead out