North London Riddim Dubplate

Lyrics

[Intro] This is G-H War report, big up Logan Sama I does this, I ain't gonna say much at the start You know what? Just gonna let them hear what I gotta say, 'cause it's nothing I does this all fucking day long [Verse] Richard I've got the juice like Bishop You're not vicious, you're in a team full of fibbers Boy Better Know, I be the boy with the better flow The way I battle, I battle like I'm a swingers From here to Plymouth The streets love what The Movement delivers Roll Deep are so weak It's like comparing the ocean to rivers Won't stop till I got money like Jigga's I've shot brown, cocaine and ringers And unlike Dylan, I won't change for figures Chat shit and I'ma 'OK' the killers Go spray your realers, I'll old-age beginners If you was on my level like 6 years back Why you no bigger than the kid's air max? And yeah, you could teach a snake about snaking Most of Roll Deep, you've hit their yats Ask Karnage, the reason the DJ's half-hearted You're a dark bastard Hit his wife years in the past, gotta blast it I don't lie I just spit bare facts, I'ma merk Will Like Doogz, Lethal and Shark did Leave his rask in a casket I'm a artist, you're a carcass You tell me who's harder to market And yes, I'm sending for Will But I still get beats from Target regardless Come to the gardens, spar with the masters I be like, "Nah, put the bars in the garbage" See The Movement, were the last of the hardest Will's got a loose tongue Suck whose mum? I'ma stick something sharp in this halfwit In the grime scene some stars are retarded They'd rather clash, I'd rather cash But I won't have it, from a coke addict Wiley you're older than go-go gadget You won't blow faggot You're oh-so damaged Something like a vehicle in JoJo's garage As for me? Nah, I ain't letting this bozo manage, you're so so tragic Me and my niggas don't hold no baggage, I'm a solo savage I ain't gonna lie, your eyes have seen loot But you spend your advance before you recoup Spend your advance on cars and jean-suits Spend your advance on tarts, that seems loose If I was your age, I wouldn't wanna war I'd make sure my money last longer than 4 days Make an investment Labels used to have faith in your reference Word up now, Willy won't turn up (He won't) Even when he's getting paid for attendance You'll regret putting my name in a sentence Oh yeah, who you calling a coward? I've seen you leave raves when I'm making an entrance You know me my behaviour's horrendous Put you in the trash like a baby of Brenda's This clash ain't gonna make me remembered I make tracks and they be tremendous Who disagrees I'm much better lyrically Check my wordplay, flow, and delivery And you've been doin this since No Diggidy Oh willy please, I'm what the whole city needs I ain't gonna stop, I choke MCs like Slim did Papa Doc 2nd Phaze sounds like it took seven days I don't rate you, it's better than your debut But it's still featherweight Mine for yours, I won't ever trade Like to war? So let's set a date The Movement are as tight as D-Block We be a team you can't separate All of your man are snakes, apart from Danny Weed And Roach, you're fake like Ali G, it's jokes All of your pain and agony's a hoax You can never battle me, man'll squeeze the toast You ain't in my category, heard you on Fly Boy The best white boy? Devs will make Scratchy D the ghost And in the whole scene you hassle me the most And if it ain't casualty that will be my fault I happily devote my time to this like I had a key of coke How could you call Mercs your baby brother? He's a badder man for you even though you're an older 10 years older than your baby mother I'm a lady lover, but you gotta draw the line When you was 10 she weren't even potty-trained Will you're a fruit cake How could you send for me, with a chorus written by 2Face? Deep down, you wanna take part in this crusade But soon you'll be wearing a toupee And true say, your crew strayed You wanna join ours but you're too old and too fake Get my name out your mouth like a toothache I take titles when I face rivals It's my game, don't ever break my rules Boy Better Know, you niggas ain't idols Eyes wide open, I know you do more than blaze itals Me? manna got more vision than eight eyeballs Come through your hood, wave rifles And leave your face on the sidewalk, why talk? (Why talk?) I was kickin' back, locked into KISS and that Heard some kitty cat called me the British Pac Well if it's that, I'ma bring Big L, 2Pac, and Biggie back You silly prat, 102 bars, deep, no milli chats No milli chats, yeah? [Outro] 102 bars blud, yeah? Don't ever call my name again, I'm not even angry (Not angry), 'cause I actually do do this (I does this) Aye Wiley blud, realise yeah? Round 'ere we're pushing work G, you're pushing 30 (Whoo, midlife crisis) Don't play with my team blud, see your team? Full of fucking snakes (Full of them) You don't even like each other (Slithering), see us? We're tight blud Aye, see if Bashy said that about my sister I would've fucking stabbed him in his face, is he stupid? Swear down, mum's life Listen to what I'm saying, yeah? I deal with facts, yeah? Not no fiction, so when you come back (Come back), don't come at me with no playground disses blud (Thief), don't do it yeah? (Rushed) If you're gonna talk (All that), talk facts, what you saying? I got rushed yeah, you got bore'd 17 times in one year blud Hahahahahaha Look man Fed up with you man Boy Better Know, Roll Deep, whatever you are, whoever you're reppin' Go and make some Avenue Go and make some Shake A Leg tune, man (Shake a leg with me, oh) 'cause around here, we do this hard blud, all day long