Lyrics Its Bedtime (Produced By Skillz) - Black The Ripper

Its Bedtime (Produced By Skillz)

Who said I can’t clash no more?
Who said I can’t clash no more?
I’m on this reckless ting and I will be until my necklace blings
Holler at your nigga Black The Ripper
Everyone knows I rep this thing
My attitude’s been stink from early
You man ain’t worthy, you heard me?
I wear bare faced things, not Burberry
I leave that to Deadly you get me
Certain man should be ashamed
You been here for years still get air
That’s officially waste
Plus, you ain’t got one CD to your name
And on the other hand you got other mans like Doller
Who make bare CDs to give away as freebies
Cause no-one buys 'em, no-one likes him
Dynamic you faggot how dare you
Chat like a, look at your hairdo
You’re too friendly
I’ll just send Onyx and Dezzy to scare you
Tell Rage not to give you food
Tell T I’m not in the mood
Tell G to cook me food
Then get Charlie to drop me stooge
Anyone I’m done with you, I’m looking for the top boy in a big crew
I don’t know how you rep N9 when no-one in N9 respects you
And Doller, you deleted your MySpace due to a lack of views
Don’t lie, I know the facts is true, I won’t lie
Edmonton mandem do not back you
And Deadly, there’s no way you’re ahead of me
I remember at when you tried breddin' me
To get on your track but I knew you were swag
Fuck you and your collab
I heard Pabz is your new dad
How can you call me racist when I’ve got more white fans than you have?
You can’t take it, oh well too bad
All three of you are swag
Spitting shit bars that you can’t back
You can’t hack Black in full effect
I’ll rip that tattoo off your neck for disrespect
You live in witness protect
Don’t try steppin', you’ll die reppin
You ain’t Edmonton’s finest kid, you’re Edmonton’s finest snitch
Nobody knows who Ryan is
And Deadly Nights just don’t exist
Doller the Dustman thinks he’s repping because he had his face on Base for a
second
He’s waste I reckon, his mixtapes ain’t selling
He said I shout, but he’s a clown, I sweat him
Jumping up and down
I’m sending, I’m sending, I can’t stop sending
Even his girlie knows that I’ll end him
This track’s nothing but the facts
I keep it real I ain’t known for pretending
I hate commotion, and fake MCs calling out my name for promotion
Doller, Ryan, Deadly, goodnight
Doller you’re the oldest in your crew
And Revolver is better than you
You’re the worst MC on Risky Roadz 2
Don’t lie we all got eyes
You got bare bars, none of em rhyme
Flows all slow and out of time
Now you wanna chat crap about clash Black
Cuzzy you must be outta your mind
And I sting like a black jack, pick up the five
If you wanna clash Black then get in line
I got about nine, shit MCs trying to get at me but their dying
DJ sort out your hairline, you live in Bow, how you repping N9?
You’re career died don’t try and end mine
Now go to sleep, it’s bedtime
And as for you Ryan, you don’t wanna warn me
I would get deeper but Doller done that for me
No one rates you, everyone hates you
Cuz you’re a fool like the first of April
When you go nobody tapes you
Don’t send for the guy that raised you and made you
That’s fucking ungrateful
Wait wait wait wait come off all that
This you brought a hoody and a strap
Then forgot that he gets bullied by Natz
You’re fuckin with irate goons
I don’t know why you’re watchin my MySpace views
You’re a hatin snake and I’m way past you
I heard you’re tune it was shite
Good try, now go sleep, it’s bedtime
And Deadly you’re the shittest one
You made a tune five minutes long
You’re five years older than me
And still nowhere near known as me
You ain’t even known in East
25 but you sound 15
That’s 10 years younger, where’s your hunger
You ain’t even made one CD
When I see you’re girl, I’mma slap her bumper
I heard she was feeling black
You’re a cat when I come ask for it on the carpet
I don’t know why you started, now get this buried in Hackney Marshes
You ain’t the hardest you’re a amateur
You ain’t an artist or a battler
You ain’t Deadly you’re a dead guy
Now it’s bedtime
You pussies!
What?!
Who wants it?!
Black The Ripper
Samson, Samson
You know what?
Big up Ray Man
MSN
Big up Natz, you’re my boy you got my fucking back I know
But where shall I start:
Dynamic, seriously?
How can you try and call me out cause I said I’m Edmonton’s
finest?
Who are you to even argue?
You live in Dagenham cuz!
Fuck off, bruv, stop talking to me.
You’re not levelling, bruv.
Shut up bruv,
you’re a fan.
Seriously
Next man, Doller.
You know what I give you ratings
And you’ve made bear CDs but you’re shit though, cuz.
That’s why I’m talking to
you like this, you’re actually not good either bruv
Start rhyming.
And tighten up your fucking flow!
You spitting about 4 years
before me you know fam?
And I flew past you
And Deadly, how dare you call me racist, bruv?
That’s a big statement you know
You’re from Hackney, and no-one in East has heard of you, no-one in Hackney has
heard of you
Seriously, you’re 26-years old, 25-years old and you’re speaking to me?
I’m 20 blud
Seriously, get a life, grow up.
You sound like an old-school emcee
(Ha) Doller, you made about 13 mixtapes you sold about 100 units
You’re a joker.
Seriously.
I’ve released one CD
And Dynamic how many units you moved?
(ZERO!)
Deadly how many units have you moved?
(ZERO!)
So why the fuck you lot talking to me?
(I DON’T KNOW!)
All three of you are waste
I’m already in 2008
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