Eediyat Skengman 2 (Stormzy Send)

But like, obviously like When man was with the marjay and that Like, d'you get me? Like (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) So no disrespect, yeah? No disrespect bruv Your mum's a dickhead blud Dickhead Dickhead blud Ask your mum where she knows me from Broski I'm the coldest don Where was you when you wrote this song? You was looking for a motive don I've done more for you than your dad has You didn't chief my dad so don't backtrack My little bro shouldn't have sent and that's facts But now it's me you gotta face Mike, you ain't slapping anybody in the face I will spray up your house and be proud Whole street lookin' 'cause the shots dem are loud Tell all your mandem better sit back down 'Cause this MAC-10 ain't got a friend in town Kick all the doors off, even your mum's one Hold on, you and your mum owe me a lump sum Hold on, you and your mum should come see me Bring a suitcase of money cah it's like you wanna be me Dead, all informer fi dead You're caught up in a circle of bread If I see your mum down Croydon market I'm gonna rip that weave off her head, dead Man can't bully my dad If they ever try a ting like that, dem man dead They've all tried killing me dad, I ain't dead Rasta, ballhead, skinhead and dread, yeah, 'nuff said But you can't get your new gyal out of your head Heard she's a goer from the likkle mandem That's something that I shouldn't have said It's not my business in fact You gotta keep your image intact This is grime, this ain't rap Come and get your boy off the ropes, no cap Me, the career resurrector You wouldn't be nothing without Skepta The 'Wiley Flow' was just a par but Revenge is sweet just like nectar I'm Achilles, you're Hector I could win it both ways, G, I bet ya I'm outside, ready for the outside Sayin' "Wheel it up, my selecta" Bro called me, took him a brick He said, "Clash Stormzy? Wot's all this?" I said, "With Big Mike? It shouldn't be this But, without us, he wouldn't exist" That remix was taking a piss All dem man, they was taking a piss Next time, none of you are faking the mix You ain't from the village, you're a fake in the bits Delightful, go beat your jaws on your tour but Michael, Maya's not yours anymore You're not on the dance floor anymore I'm somebody that you can't ignore anymore Club night, bring 24 in, raving in foreign Your mandem ain't sure anymore This is grime, my bruv, it's not four to the floor All my war dubs, dem are awkward and more You don't wanna see me get crazy, Mike My mind works well, it's not lazy, Mike Everybody thinks that grime is neeky 'Til man rise the ting like Crazy Mike I ain't chattin' for the fun it's not Laser, Mike Better sit down 'bout you wanna raise it, Mike So many people try to flex You can't bring Ed round 'ere, save it Mike I said this ting ain't really meant for you I dunno why ain't nobody sent for you You owe the dons that put you on I swear they should be collecting rent from you My brudda, some of us, we can't be controlled I laid foundation for the keys you hold If you don't stop moving funny around us I'll change the locks, now your keys are old If it's urban, it's all mine, shut up Can't tell me nothing 'cause I came from the gutter Before you was trying to bread and come across like a nutter Now you've gone soft like butter It's a shame, me and you are friend but you wanna move lame Two two's you know we ain't the same I run the show, yes, I run the game Get out my way, ay