Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Madness , by - Skepta. Song from the album Microphone Champion, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 31.05.2009
Record label: Skepta
Song language: English
Madness |
| It’s like draw for the strally fam, blow off like half his legs |
| Sizzle’s got the big ting, that’ll blow off like half his head |
| Joody’s at the traphouse, down to a half a Z |
| Still around straps like the ones that left Arthur dead |
| Your life’s suspect, you’re still making marga bread |
| Raised on the streets who give a fuck what father said |
| You want a wifey, cuzzy I’m just after head |
| Got the iceberg carti, with the camouflage khaki thread |
| Back to the old Buck, the bully always after them |
| Shank or the strally bruv, tell me what you’d rather then |
| Make niggas strip like my spare mink dancer friend |
| Mingling with G’s like Big Mook’s Gucci cardigan |
| You got big guns, guarantee we got larger leng |
| Smothered in droppage, must say I’m looking Prada peng |
| Who let the dogs out like the rassclart Baha Men |
| And I don’t mean with water when I say I’m rinsing after them |
| Kyzer Soze you’ve never seen a star so cocky |
| I’m the nicest, all my niggas are ard body |
| We’re the real deal, you niggas are carb' copies |
| We got a style and a swagger that you can’t copy |
| Nice with raps and this is like my last hobby |
| Nice with slaps if you’re looking at me half dodgy |
| I’m fully on it, you niggas do it half properly |
| Out early in the trap patty and a large coffee |
| This is Kyzer Soze, I’ve got a line for both |
| You can’t see me, I practice moving lines with Ghost |
| You say you underground but you lie the most |
| You ain’t on the move, your life’s looking like a pose |
| I don’t like you, I don’t even like your flow |
| Fuck it though, you ain’t nothin' next to mighty Soze |
| And it ain’t likely, you’ll ever get slightly close |
| They say I’m heavy when I hit 'em with my lightest dose |
| My swag’s impeccable boy |
| Plus this Mac’s got a decimal point |
| If I clap then it’s exit wounds |
| I’m kinda sad at you vegetables |
| Now you niggas know exactly what the metal do |
| No table manners, might put my hand in your peppered stew |
| In other words I get the food, accept it dude |
| I’m reckless, renegade |
| Reach for my necklace, it’s like electric 'boom' |
| I mean what I say in my bars |
| You’re a goon? |
| You should stay in your yards |
| And make tunes tryna claim that you’re 'ard |
| Why, 'cause you drive Land Rover? |
| Well I’ll take your life like a white man, soldier |