Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bring Them All / Holy Grime, artist - Wiley.
Date of issue: 13.10.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Bring Them All / Holy Grime |
Ayy, listen |
Something in the south |
Drink 'nough beers before the game, what d’ya call that? |
Georgie Best MC |
Listen, I don’t rest MC |
You man sleep, that’s why you’re not the best MC |
You man are part time, never had beef |
But you’re on the mic like a bulletproof vest MC |
I’m a double, precious, tek MC |
Separate heads from necks- |
Mis-Mis-Mis-Mister V |
I was in the shadows, I came to the light with a path |
Us spitters who wanna be first and never be last |
I’ve been ahead of the game, I’ve been ahead of the craft |
I wanna laugh |
Come sailin' along like a boss |
With the flow I’m like rah, what the ras? |
I’m a striker, yo where the pass? |
Get my triple A passes |
I’m sittin' with the stars |
Listen up, I ain’t normal, I’m sicker than my bars |
Driven myself crazy, I’ve been in every car |
Now I like to fly by on my black Yamaha, that’s wingin' |
Some man do the crime and talk but that’s singin' |
Not many man have been in the wars that I’ve been in |
I can work here but it’s not a place that I could live in |
Gettin' new money though but I’ve already made a killin' |
I’ve already made a scene, I already live a dream |
And the king’s road’s lonely, you can’t go with him |
When it’s time for a test |
Man ah man have gotta move swiftly 'cause you don’t want a knife in your chest |
In the hood every day, it’s heroin, livin' like they’re dead |
Made it, now you’re lyin' in your bed |
It’s like, «Yo, has anybody seen my flow right here, cuz?» |
Live in your ears like earplugs |
Keep myself away like rare dubs |
What makes you so scared? |
I’m sure fear does |
On the real though, I stand up and face it |
The levels high in my scene, that’s why I embrace it |
Let me go on and enjoy what I created |
Man will jump on the stage and go ape shit |
For years I’ve been killin' it, trust me |
Swear down, I will never get rusty |
My lyrics dem will rough up your lyrics like rugby |
For the work I put in, the fans love me |
This one ain’t free but it’s the liberty |
Street divinity |
Me and Will’s tyranny |
And this one’s willin' me to rise like Pyrenees peaks and I’m lyrically |
In the sky and then I’m ridin' through infinity |
Forever after, Devs be the master |
Hit 'em with the Corleone ting, Godfather of grime |
Don’t charter to ride through parts of |
This precinct when it gets darker |
Don’t think you can stand the heat |
You can’t stand this peak |
I’m like a million and one lightyears way past of an artist’s reach |
Mary, I’m hard to beat |
Now think deep |
About this collabo |
Historical events unravel |
Like I went Middlesex, I came to Harrow |
My man said he feel paro |
Bloody cuffs, heart on my sleeve |
This shit feels like beef to me |
When I spit and my arms start swinigin', I’m bringin' |
More raw shit than a Beckton works |
Smell it and know why Kano writ it |
Wrote it, fuck me, alright, don’t quote it |
Focus, look, now I’m back and it’s hopeless |
Comparin' me with these seeds |
Too rare a breed of MC and the flow shifts |
More than once a minute |
Gettin' off like Dahmer, I come and I kill it |
A Dagenham’er strapped with a bunch of lyrics |
That bang harder, where the fuck’s the gimmicks? |
There ain’t nada |
I’ve got the heart and spirit they can’t harbor |
Silly men pass the limit and then scarper |
When it comes on top with the urban legend, I get 'em like Carter |
Spitters can’t better these levels of terror |
I leave my brain in my car but my head is together |
I make a team of dons quit when I’m put under pressure |
Rate Devlin, why? |
He’s a grime treasure |
In grime, I’ve lined my catalogue up, prime seller |
I’m never too far from the hype that I set up |
I step up like a bredda who’s livin' in nice weather |
At work, puttin' words together with ice letters |
I spray, make a big tree lean in the road |
Trees drop on your house to leave them a cold |
Trees drop on your car, the windows smash |
Eski brought O2 Indigo back |
But this whole time, fam, I’ve been holy in grime |
Even a first time who don’t know me in grime |
But you love my stage vibe when I’m holdin' a mic |
I’m a pro now, bro, I jump over the spike |
Any hardcore fan of grime |
Go mad when you hear this bang inside |
I got the keys like pianists, black and white |
I’ve been a beast in the scene all my adult life |
Ever since Will said, «Hello, hi» |
I was sat in the shadows, high |
Concoctin' the maddest vibe |
With a way less narrow sight |
Than a homo sapien eye |
X-Ray, make way for my death ray |
Nikola Tesla reborn to a next stage |
Technology stole our children |
The world’s in debt and our men are all templates |
I’ll bring ten crates of my best mates |
Puttin' up my worst and best traits |
Converse in a verse with dead saints |
Holy grime, it’s a blessed day |