Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Modern Warfare, artist - Skepta. Date of issue: 28.01.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Modern Warfare |
| If a man try diss me, off with his head |
| Off with his kneecaps, off with his legs |
| Man said warfare |
| So I called up D Double E, Footsie and Skeps |
| Dem man are chat 'bout dem man’s business |
| Like dem manaman are manaman’s skets |
| But forget the whispers |
| When it’s silent, you’ll hear the squeeze of the trigger |
| Silence, when I beat on the silencer |
| Silence MCs when I speak on a Silencer beat |
| Only where the wildest compete |
| Don’t try me, you can’t murk me though, cuz |
| You should’ve got out early and rush |
| Cause I pre-ejaculate |
| In the beef and I pull out early and buss |
| It smelly a bit warry, blud |
| I heard you wanna bore me, blud |
| What happened when you saw me, blud? |
| It was a whole different story, blud |
| Cause you didn’t wanna war, you ignored me, blud |
| What happened to the plan you had for me, blud? |
| All that talk about boring |
| You’re gonna be the one that’s boring, blud |
| Do you really wanna see it get gory, blud? |
| I’ve heard all these different stories, blud |
| You’re too late for sorry |
| Get found in the back of the lorry |
| So 'llow the talk show, it ain’t Maury |
| You can’t hold me back from glory, blud |
| If I was you, I’d worry |
| And make a move somewhere down Surrey |
| Di war start and feelings are carried |
| Nobody want fi say that dem sorry |
| Nobody nuh talk, no one never hear |
| Cuh dis one ah modernised warfare |
| Di war start and feelings are carried |
| Nobody want fi say that dem sorry |
| Nobody nuh talk, no one never hear |
| Cuh dis one ah modernised warfare |
| If it’s lyrical warfare, I’m ready for this |
| I’ll put a big advert on the telly for this |
| This one’s grimy, call Teddy for this |
| Get a camera, this one’s gonna be one to remember |
| I roll with the gunners like Arsene Wenger |
| Light this up like the 5th of November |
| Trust me, it’s a Guy Fawkes ting |
| Man better take cover when I walk in |
| They wanna diss me cause I’m on tour |
| Think that I can’t see shit, but I saw |
| If I told my nigga in the hood to bring a ting |
| Boy Better Know it’s not gonna be a rebore |
| 99%, it’s an auto |
| So you better respect your torso |
| Put a parting in your head like cornrow |
| We don’t wanna hear you no more, so shut up |
| Shh, don’t say nuttin' |
| Dem man are fronting, you don’t spray nuttin' |
| If the feds come around here asking questions |
| Shh, we don’t say nuttin' |
| We don’t say nought |
| When the war’s on, mandem are warring out |
| When the war’s on, man ah war all day long |
| I’m a general, know that my army’s strong |
| Bare soldiers |
| Youngers, olders |
| Males, females |
| Drugs, retail |
| Small bits, wholesale |
| Straight cash, no bell |
| Food’s fresh, not stale |
| And if I get locked, no bail |
| Di war start and feelings are carried |
| Nobody want fi say that dem sorry |
| Nobody nuh talk, no one never hear |
| Cuh dis one ah modernised warfare |
| Di war start and feelings are carried |
| Nobody want fi say that dem sorry |
| Nobody nuh talk, no one never hear |
| Cuh dis one ah modernised warfare |