Lyrics Madness - Skepta, Dubz, Paper Pablo

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