Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Lyrics, artist - Skepta.
Date of issue: 05.05.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Lyrics |
Come off the stage! |
Move! |
They don’t want to hear you! |
They don’t want to hear you! |
What, is that what you think? |
Is that what you think? |
Oi blud, calm, calm, calm |
Lyrics for lyrics, calm |
Yeah, hear me on the radio, wah gwan? |
See me on the TV, hi mum |
Murk MCs when the mic’s in my palm |
Lyrics for lyrics, calm |
Hear me on the radio, wah gwan? |
See me on the TV, hi mum |
Murk MCs when the mic’s in my palm |
Lyrics for lyrics, calm |
Yeah, you got murked last week |
Couldn’t even get a rewind, that’s peak |
Couldn’t get out your punchlines on time |
Now you wanna diss me? |
Oh blud, what a cheek |
Sidewinder, you got air on the roads |
Eskimo Dance, you was spitting off-beat |
Lord of the Mics, you was spitting that heat |
But right now, your bars ain’t on fleek |
You don’t wanna clash me, you will get murked |
Bury MCs six feet in the dirt |
I know you saw the police outside |
You saw the blood on Devilman’s shirt |
Got rude, that didn’t work |
And your girl looks like she don’t work |
Mental |
Man wouldn’t beat that even if I was burse |
Yeah, hear me on the radio, wah gwan? |
See me on the TV, hi mum |
Murk MCs when the mic’s in my palm |
Lyrics for lyrics, calm |
Hear me on the radio, wah gwan? |
See me on the TV, hi mum |
Murk MCs when the mic’s in my palm |
Lyrics for lyrics, calm |
Them man are fake, them man are sus |
I’m the boss these pagans wanna touch |
I’m the kind of boss that the opps gotta rush |
Cause I make it ring something like bells on the bus |
1 on 1, fair and square, man are fucked |
Swinging out my sword, swinging out my nunchuks |
Running out of corn? |
Man’ll get a gun buck |
Tell a pussyhole look sharp, fix up |
Where you from? |
Huh, what’s wrong? |
What’s going on? |
Why you got your screwface on? |
Dead that, forget that |
Diss track? |
Nobody wanna hear that song |
Better get your thinking hats on |
You don’t wanna diss me, that’s long |
Cause I’m a don, lyrically gone |
You want to clash but you’re gonna get banged on |
Yeah, hear me on the radio, wah gwan? |
See me on the TV, hi mum |
Murk MCs when the mic’s in my palm |
Lyrics for lyrics, calm |
Hear me on the radio, wah gwan? |
See me on the TV, hi mum |
Murk MCs when the mic’s in my palm |
Lyrics for lyrics, calm |
Yo, I’m a king, lyrically ming |
You want to clash but you’re gonna get tucked in |
Truth of the buck ting when I bucked in |
draw side’s right where I bucked in |
Don’t really care if you go to gym |
Get put down by the lead like drawing |
To kick your door in, anybody snoring |
When I bore in’s gonna get a full face |
Full of piss you’re in, deep shit you’re in |
N-O-V-D-D-D that you’re warring |
Not gonna be me that you’re boring |
I’m gonna jack manaman, take your rings |
And all of your bling, Lewisham king |
It’s not a ting to draw the ting if you wanna swing |
But if you get jooked, don’t sing |
Not a long ting to do the hype ting |
Yeah, hear me on the radio, wah gwan? |
See me on the TV, hi mum |
Murk MCs when the mic’s in my palm |
Lyrics for lyrics, calm |
Hear me on the radio, wah gwan? |
See me on the TV, hi mum |
Murk MCs when the mic’s in my palm |
Lyrics for lyrics, calm |