Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Matcha Freestyle , by - Grim Sickers. Release date: 19.11.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Matcha Freestyle |
| Man already know how the ting’s set |
| Hail up Koast |
| Durkle Disco Mixtape, DD |
| Big up Scruloose |
| Grim Sickers exclusive, trust me |
| Yo |
| Climb on |
| Any riddim I’m on, rhyme on |
| Move like python through nylon |
| Man talk P but he still sign on |
| I went away and come back but I’m still right on |
| Real mic man, wanna put mic on |
| Eff tweets, tell a man type on |
| I put my life on, it’s peak on beat if I wanna hype on |
| New don, icon |
| Getting sent for left, right and centre |
| I don’t wanna hear man talking again |
| Man’s telling me «no, Grim, don’t send» |
| I tell man that I calmed back down |
| I said man keep sending for Grim |
| Did you see Eski Dance get shut right down? |
| I’ll lift man up, I’l spin man round |
| Eff off, pipe down |
| I’ll spray a sixteen, if that don’t work |
| Then I go to the bag and I draw for the next one |
| Who the fuck’s saying that I don’t wanna clash? |
| «Eff Grim, he got spun», go get one, next one |
| If I say run up on man all wiling |
| 07 922, that’s your head gone |
| Indirect, don |
| If I squeeze on tight, I’ll never let go |
| Fam, anything goes, got mechanical flows |
| Show up and expose, I’m blatant cold |
| Still raining flows, don’t need one of them |
| Fam, I’ve had one of those, it’s dank when I roll |
| When I’m with Jam, that’s Boy Better Know |
| Sending for Grim? |
| God bless your soul |
| If I send back, though, you’ll be critical, though |
| Or touch-and-go |
| Get left back like Ashley Cole |
| I’m an one-man team |
| Headback taken off clean, I’ll wipe his dream |
| Mouth stay shut when Grim MCs |
| Got a next technique, that’s me |
| So I found the loophole like a benefit cheat |
| Can’t clash him, won’t benefit me |
| Punch so hard, make an elephant bleed |
| Don’t take me for a mug like peppermint tea |
| I’m a whole next beef |
| Elegant so girls love when I speak |
| I’ve got two lighters and a can full of petty |
| I shellered off mic man’s dance already |
| I turn the ting into Tempa T Fekky |
| And plus I stay fresh like Macca and Deadly |
| Whole ting done to the ting if I started |
| Wah de bumbaclart bloodclart rahtid? |
| MC dead, carried out in a casket |
| Under the rug, floorboards and carpet |
| Bones and flesh all in a gym bag |
| My name’s Grim and I do spin man |
| But I keep it realz like I’m in Min Gang |
| I’m old school like boom bang bing bang |
| Basement dun, Boiler Room dun |
| Cyphers dun |
| Bet you don’t believe me until your dance gets dun |
| Sending for Grim, now you wanna start talking |
| If I send back, everybody’s getting ended |
| Everybody shut up, no more talking |
| Whole scene knows what it is when I’m warring |
| Hop through the door with two plus four in |
| MCs really wanna war |
| Get your name on a gravestone, dumped in a box |
| And left in the morgue |
| Thinks that he does but I know he’s not sure |
| Drop your war dub first, that’s school |
| Cause I spit like D Double E old school |
| Like Stryder, do you wanna get verbal? |
| Like blood, why you really wanna get verbal? |
| Clash Grim? |
| That’s your call |
| Like Goodz, I’m the best overall |
| When Skepta said «go on then, reach for the tool» |
| I was listening to Shabba spitting on jungle |
| Flows run circles like Murkle |
| Who do you resemble? |
| It looks effed up like Michael |
| We’ll start on your chain and necklace |
| Had your girl on my bed, picking films off Netflix |
| Draw for the medics, draw for the stretchers |
| Clash on Kiss like Ghetts and Skepta |
| Pum pum, punani injector |
| Dun man like Dexter |
| Not that Dexter, Netflix Dexter |