Morgue

Lyrics

[Intro: Riko Dan, Brazen] Ya you 'ear me? (Ya you 'ear me?) Ya see the Roll Deep Entourage (Entourage) Nah bad [?] long talkin' business round wi yuh know (Bare shot you haffi pick up) Bare shot you haffi pick up (Boy, listen, yeah) [Verse 1: Brazen, Scratchy] I'm griming them out, timing them out So let me just teach you what rhyming's about Them 9mm's out, them 9mm's out So let me just teach you what shooting's about blud I'm sniping them, out sniping them out So let me just teach you what sniping's about This all happens when we're around So get down you (Yeah) don't want to get beaten about, boy (Brap-brap) [Verse 2: Scratchy, Wiley] Smoke weed, just chill out (Chill out) I'll make you bleed and blood spill out (Spill out) I'll make you see blud, I'll take your grill out (I'll take your grill!) Here I go, I take a bill out (Hundred pounds!) In your whip I think you're being too spun out (Spun out, oi) In the street you think you're mean you bring your gun out ([?], boy, boy) You're not mean no man, you bring one out (Woo) I bring two out, take your whole crew out (Yo) [Verse 3: Wiley] I bring two out, take your whole crew out You ain't got a clue out here, you're just new out I've got the brand new Nike shoe out Oi where's Wiley gone? He just flew out Everybody's trying to clash, they got blew out My flow's real tight, too tight like a Jew hat Beefs and wars on road, guess I've had a few out I got stabbed and, that was my cue out Work on albums two years, put two out Willy's got a strong mind like where are you at? You're not ready, brother, I will take you out In this whole scene I'm like glue out Watch Eskiboy, don't pull my view out I've been there from day, I'm not new out Treddin' On The Ice, my album it's new out I'm looking at the shelf, I can't see you at But you can see me at, I'm what you want to be at I'm protected to the T, out So don't mess with me out, C and D out Chat a lot of crap, can't take E3 out Come into the manor and take your wifey out She likes me nuff, she said she psyches me out Kylie, Daniel, baby just three out Girls come around and they pick us three out I'm not being funny, it's only because you're Wiley You can't put me down or push me out The confidence levels are buzzing like a bee out I am who I am, tough luck, I'm me, out Ain't nothing long if I got to make a G out, making a P out you won't trade me out Open your eyes you still can't see me out Wiley's reppin' again because I'm a G out You can't be out here, like me out here Can't see out here, YC out I bust Tai Chi out, R6 with me out G spark, tinted out, minted out Plus I got three cars and I lend all three out Wanna go and get a brand new A3 out I run the game there's no stopping me out Fist to fist blud, you will never knock me out (Never, never, never) Tiger, knee out, doomsday spray out Mum can I play out? I might just stay out Girls on my line, there's no delay out Call me a stop-out, I got the new Ice watch out Had a meeting with Dash from the Rockout It was interesting, block out the nosy people who try Know a lot, this ain't your business so please don't pop out The hood what [Verse 4: Breeze] Man new, who the fuck brang you What the fuck you doing coming round here slewin' Tag you and did your boy drag you and did he drag you here for a quick parting I cave anybody in the path in, if you ain't on it blud then stay the rass in On doors ready to start blasting Hot metal will burn your raw skin Shrapnel'll turn you outside in (In) This ain't your beef but you got tied in (Tied in) Turn your corner to throw the towel in No long ting, I stab your bowel in (Bowel in) I'm from the back row, not shaolin You and your captain will get smacked in (Smacked in) And you thought Breeze weren't on slewin' Stop you in your tracks, stop what you doing [Verse 5: Trim] Wannabe, wanna do, wanna get slewed Wanna be tug but tug ain't you Wanna rhyme, want a 9, wanna try Trim Wanna win, never win, never gonna win I'll be in your skin like melanin I'm telling him his flow stinks and I'm smelling him No my friends are who's belling him Wouldn't surprise me your friends are telling him Blud you're not anything, boost his adrenaline, anything Test a wannabe specimen And it's us man dressing him Us real (Real) thugs impressing him Now he smokes drugs (Drugs) 'cah we're stressing him First time for everything He gets choong and then becomes anything We laugh, for self pleasuring But to him, these moments are near treasuring Answer for everything You won't win, not a chance, you're anything Move his skin, kick your arse break everything Here to win never last we threatening tunes we stepping in On the track I settle in Backchat we're wrestling He's big, I'm caressing him Trim's big beyond measuring I got an answer for everything