Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Lord of the Mics , by - Jammer. Release date: 07.10.2012
Song language: English
Lord of the Mics |
| It’s the Murkle Man, I’m back with a bang |
| Lord of the Mics is back with a bang |
| I do grime, do it all the time |
| Used to sell CDs out the back of the van |
| Back with a bang |
| Lord of the Mics is back with a bang |
| I do grime, do it all the time |
| Used to sell CDs out the back of the van |
| Like blam |
| Boy Better Know, yeah, that’s my fam |
| Man ah go curry goat, mutton and lamb |
| Man ah go ackee saltfish and yam |
| Tell an MC don’t jump out of your pram |
| Man can’t manage me like Sam |
| Girl better know, all day, buff gang |
| Lord of the Mics, that bus fare man |
| Girls say that I’m buff when I speak in slang |
| 0121, say nada |
| I feel to change my name from Sox |
| And re-market myself OG Swagga |
| Like MT, man are big inna di manor |
| You man can’t tell me jack shalla |
| Been going in this year, ask Tasha |
| Might fly thingys, bareback Hannah |
| And still clap thingys when I land yalla |
| I’m lyrically better, yeah I’m lyrically who? |
| Lyrically better than lyrically you |
| Besides, you know that I’m lyrically better |
| Yeah I’m lyrically better, yeah it’s lyrically true |
| Lyrically, you don’t know what to lyrically do |
| Lyrical, you might need a lyrical clue |
| Bring anyone cuh I will lyrically take two |
| Cause your bars are shit, yeah, they’re lyrically poo |
| Run up with my new 16 |
| Lyrics dem ah fly like an M16 |
| Told that yout «you can’t take out Diesle» |
| Now him ah go dead inna di music scene cause |
| Run up with my new 16 |
| Lyrics dem ah fly like an M16 |
| Told that yout «you can’t take out Diesle» |
| Now him ah go dead inna di music scene cause |
| If man don’t feel you, come out the room |
| Come out the room, come out the room |
| If man don’t feel you, come out the room |
| Come out the room, come out the room |
| If I don’t feel you, come out the room |
| Come out the room, come out the room |
| OG’z don’t feel you, come out the room |
| Come out the room, come out the room |
| You’ll be like, argh, help |
| I’ll be like «park up, pussy» |
| You don’t want beef, don’t start up, pussy |
| Spray the whole whip when you park up, pussy |
| You’ll be like, argh, help |
| I’ll be like «park up, pussy» |
| You don’t want beef, don’t start up, pussy |
| Spray the whole whip when you park up, pussy |
| Now, everything they just said on the camera |
| I told you, the cameraman don’t believe you |
| 1, 2, 3, 4 lies that you said |
| Is 1, 2, 3, 4 knives in your head |
| Say my name in the wrong context |
| I ain’t into the joke or banter |
| Shatter your face, leave you screaming «dench» |
| I’ll go blind when I see red |
| I got bars that’ll lick down people |
| Bars that’ll lick down man like vehicle |
| Whenever you’re ready, you will get it in a plate |
| Straight mate, pudding and treacle |
| I got bars that’ll lick down people |
| Bars that’ll lick down man like vehicle |
| Whenever you’re ready, you will get it in a plate |
| Straight mate, pudding and treacle |
| If he keeps hyping, I’m gonna slap this boy |
| Round of applause, I might clap this boy |
| You ain’t ready, you better practice, boy |
| For dinner, I might just have this boy |
| You’re a waste, you ain’t match fit, boy |
| Won three in a row, that’s a hat-trick, boy |
| Lyrically put you in a casket, boy |
| I’ll see you on Twitter and @ this boy |
| You jump onstage and can’t get no wheel |
| I don’t even know how that feels |
| Think that you’re bad cause you got a little whip? |
| Beep, smash man’s head off the wheel |
| Beep, smash man’s head off the wheel |
| I done so much work last year |
| I will take any MC for roadkill |
| When I roll by five man deep, FT |
| Go home |
| That’s what I tell a boy straight, go home |
| After I drop 28 shots in the side of the Merc |
| They won’t have no dome |
| So, so, so, that’s right |
| That’s what I tell a boy straight, that’s right |
| After I drop 28 shots in the side of the Merc |
| They won’t feel alright |
| Ayy, I spit my bars well |
| Guy must be daft if a guy can’t tell |
| I scare the shit out of these MCs |
| Turn a black guy white like Vybz Kartel |
| Ayy, I spit my bars well |
| Guy must be daft if a guy can’t tell |
| I scare the shit out of these MCs |
| Turn a black guy white like Vybz Kartel |
| Talk with the greasiest speech |
| Got a hunger for grime so I’m eating these beats |
| I’m a beast |
| You see, on Monday to Sunday MCs |
| Leaving em' week |
| They had a nerve, god damn nerve |
| Industry, they tried sleeping on me |
| So I yanked that pillow, pulled back the covers |
| Woke it up and started beating the scene |
| I do grime |
| Can’t nobody tell me nuttin' |
| I be doing this shit til I die |
| So I beg a boy say something |
| So I beg a boy try diss me |
| Lord of the Mics, kill anyone against me |
| Haters hate but I show no envy |
| Ain’t on my level, so I don’t watch face |
| What they gonna say when I pull up in the M3? |
| Ana nuttin' |
| Likkle yout try hype up, ana nuttin' |
| See me deya, pick the mic up, ana nuttin' |
| Man talk, get line up, ana nuttin' |
| Act bad, tryna try bluff inna war |
| Man stand tall and rise up, ana nuttin' |
| Said I might haffi buck, ana nuttin' |
| And you seem like you guys shook, ana nuttin' |
| They wanna know why this yout ain’t blown |
| Why he ain’t leveling with this flow |
| When I write sick ones, big ones |
| When I hear grime, know I’m involved |
| Mind and soul, that’s what I give them |
| Intent at being the best with an ink pen |
| Don’t pay attention to the haters |
| Cause I know that they won’t gas if I link them |
| Pass over the mic |
| And let’s see who’s the Lord of the Mic |
| Pass over the mic |
| And let’s see who’s the Lord of the Mic |
| Pass over the mic |
| And let’s see who’s the Lord of the Mic |
| Spit a 16 bar, hot like tar |
| Man will see who is the Lord of the Mic |