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Pepper Riddim X the End
Hold tight Rapid on production Certi Man like Yeah
OK, so this guy thinks he's bad cause he went jail and he's got something to prove Going to jail don't make you bad, you claff, it means you got caught on a move I got so many MCs trying to diss me, I don't know what to do Well fuck that, grab the pen, clap it like leng, Bugzy I'm starting with you Like go on then, turn into the devil, man, I grew up on Skeppy, not Devilman But wait there, where's Devilman? Get the picture, hold the scripture Think next time, don't diss the kid, the evil ting you can miss me with I'll dip your mixtape in holy water, take it out and then frisbee it Prick, straight like that, nigga, bad with a pen, I'm that nigga Take a peep up in Tinie's arse, you might find Cameo and Saskilla Why you bredding man that don't bring you? You wanna mind what you get yourself into About 'Oopsy Daisy', ya dun know, give me the microphone, I'll still swing you I can't stop now that I've started, call my name out, hall are blasting I still cut true, slim and classy, none of my tings want Big ol' Narstie, idiot Don't chat what you don't know, B, no neck, looking all obese Chatting shit 'bout my fans and yours, shut up, go fry in your own grease And that's four man down in 32, any other opportunist can join the queue See, I know these man know my bars, you had to reach for me so I could hear of you About fuck having As and Bs or something, man sound like they can't read or something That's why you're stuck on this road ting, cuh in music you ain't achieving nothing Don't tell me nothing about grime like it started in your city Diss me and that's your pity, I get Ps for a walk through in your city, aww Chippy Bare little pricks on the cactus one, this bar here is a casket one I made more from pop than you do from a box and your chick still whines to my bashment ones On a raskit one, don't know what they told you but I'm not a mook Don't know what they told you but I ain't shook, don't know what they told you but you ain't good, any halfway crook You're a goon? So what, I know goons, so what? You shot a box, so what? Designer clothes, so what? You're so lost, that shit don't make you hot Most my niggas all sell drugs, I've got family in jail too But none of my niggas do fuckries to blab about it on YouTube And I'm still the voice of the people, bro, and you ain't got 5 songs people know Try and knock my hustle, I'll be knocking yours, still lethal with it, you should leave it yo, because I know you man just might run out of bars, Chip can't run out of bars I know you man just might run out of bars, Chip can't run out of bars I know you man just might run out of bars, Chip can't run out of bars I know you man just might run out of bars, Chip can't run out of bars
Yeah, you get me? Oi, trust me I can take opinions, I just don't like lies Big Narstie, DTI was never ever the first grime tune ever made It might've been the first grime tune made on the label you was on But don't tell lies in the situation to make it benefit you, that's dead That's a fry in your own grease ting, trust me And everyone can MC, I don't mind I can too But trust me, no one's making an example out of me Believe
So what are man gonna do when they gotta stop chatting bout me? Man like Chipmunk, you know, yo
Right now if you look around There ain't much light without me I'm the sun, you're the moon You cannot shine without me Too many man wanna link up Just to go against my pen North London stand up I still rep my ends
Sick MCs come from Tottenham Real badman come from Tottenham Went school and college in Tottenham See a lot of bloodbaths in Tottenham But I want big tings for Tottenham Bun that, want big tings for London Bun that, want big tings for England But bad mind people, bun them
I don't wanna hear no more problems Quick time put an end to the nonsense Man called me out, I came back, they came back But they came back chatting nonsense Man are sitting down chatting nonsense Whole diss tracks full of nonsense I'mma hit you with the facts, no nonsense In the crib with my plaques, no nonsense
更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网 No airtime off me, I ain't saying no names Cuh I pree that you man are all 'bout nonsense Hundred bags worth of jewels that I don't wear Cause I'm no longer gassed off nonsense Back back, good over evil Still outchea with my people Don't say what you heard and don't say who said it Come on now, stick to your G code
But let me put an end to your rumours, dead I don't owe nobody nuttin', dead Never paid Chris Brown nuttin', dead Swear on my granddad's grave, he's dead Man know they can't test me on the mic So they wanna try switch the vibe instead I said I am the grime scene saviour Real talk, manaman are back from the dead but
Wunsumlysumdemsun, dead I only asked where you are, dead Pepper Riddim, three minutes, five man If you can't do the maths, dead This ain't between no ends, dead It's just me and my pen, dead I've got shit to do, tunes to drop Cheques to cut #ImStillAliveNotDead
Hating, you wish I was dead Sorry, I can't run out of bars You barked up the wrong tree, now I'm fuming Got more fire for you niggas, bars No one told me when you're 10 years deep That man will build their career off your past We'll see who's still here in 10 years, darg Do your ting, I'll do mine, I'm calm
Me no tek intimidation I oversee mind games and stay calm My verse is like a scripture a psalm Shout out my brothers who read the Qur'an Superstars might sing hooks for me While you man sing my hooks for me You're just doing what I've done, it's all good to me It's big tings to you, it's riff raff to me
It's some chatty patty chit-chat to me No consent, get a legal team My team's tight, don't play with me Chipmunk, conscience kid with a conscience Seize up still, miss me with the nonsense My problem started out with my man 2 2s, I'm getting teams from the conference
Now look at my face, am I bothered? From now I'mma Kermit the Frog it So what? Man dem spread rumours like gyal dem, them type of man dem, I don't understand them
It's some chatty patty chit-chat to me No consent, get a legal team My team's tight, don't play with me Chipmunk, conscience kid with a conscience Seize up still, miss me with the nonsense My problem started out with my man 2 2s, I'm getting teams from the conference
Now look at my face, am I bothered? From now I'mma Kermit the Frog it Pretty boy, couple pop tunes But I can still pen up and pop it Me VS one man? Nah, that's crazy 3, 4, 5, 6 man can't take me Nobody's phoned me, everyone's snaky By now I don't give a fuck if you rate me, I'm out
Believe & Achieve, yeah? EPisode 1 Trust me I ain't even got nothing more to say, anyone that thinks they're gonna be chatting to me from here, understand you're gonna be chatting to yourself, rudeboy Get me? CM
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