Rider [Skepta]

Some manors don’t like me 'Cause I say I’m the king of grime So time after time I show man I will never let no man diss the programme Over and over again I prove that Any radio show, any DVD, any stage show man Put me up against gimmicks Sound effects or skippy flow man Don’t think that you’re cold You’re not ready for the snow man You don’t want drama Trust me, I get hot like lava So in point in the war The government want to find out if I’ve been chatting to Osama Skepta the K I N G Man start panicking when I MC Yeah, J-A rules, but it’s Boy Better Know It’s not Murder IN-C Yo, they’re some hating family Never ever gonna be baiding family They’ve got no bars Call them man need more training family Nope, they startfamily Some one-minute-remaining family And they got no cars Some Tesco's bag on their head When it's raining family My family are some money making family Start behaving family I turn inna electrician and Start tazing family we put holes in skins Them man are some grazing family I drop so much shit Them man are still straining family Boy Better Know, I'm, I'm I said Boy Better - yo yo I'm not a snake but you Don't wanna clash this python Cause when I start squeezing, fam I make MCs wanna resort to violence I'm a heavyweight like Mike Tyson And I'm the king of the ring like Rocky That's why I don't watch nobody Got old school MCs sayin "We need Some more girls in here" Like it's Olly Olly Olly I'm ready for the war anytime When it kicks off That's why my enemies are pissed off I'll be the best grime artist Even if I made an album With a Punjabi hit-squad Clash me, I'll make you jump like Kris Kross Make a man know that I'm not a nimrod And if you still don't know what time it is Check out my Ed Hardy wristwatch Actually, actually Check out the jeans, Ed Hardy Factory Some dumb Ed Hardy creps Walkin with a dumb Ed Hardy bop I got so much Ed Hardy clothes I could open my own Ed Hardy shop But, you man are dry like You ain't creamed before I shop in a place you ain't seen before The Ed Hardy Dan wearing some Ed Hardy watches you ain't seen before I'm peaking, me and Stryder We come through on a "flee" ting Your shopkeeper, he knows it's a P ting Walk in the shop on a D Double E ting Like "Yo boss it's me again, yes It's me again" show me your new Ed My garments cost an arm and a leg Man are like "Skeppy, you're killing 'em Dread" taliban stylee, we kamakaze Too much style for the party And if it's not a Boy Better Know Or Star in the Hood t-shirt Then it's gotta be Ed Hardy Why? Cause I wear my own garms Man see me on road and want arms Tell dem "Shut your mout', there's no qualms" Rudeboi, wipe ya lip, wipe the skwarms Dem way dere, I wear my own garms Man see me on road and want arms Tell them "Shut your mout' There's no qualms" check this, yo Say what I want? Say what I like Let me spit the real Ghetto Gospel into the mic No word of a lie, no hype Lotta these MCs couldn't be Badboys on the road So they picked up the pen and paper Tried to get a little stripe But I ain't in it You see they diss us, but they ain't hate us They wanna say my name in a lyric You make an album to show your talent But instead Ghetts made Freedom of Speech and said My name every two minutes Man wanna go to the mountain Go to shows on a tour bus Next time make an album Not a CD fulla war dubs And if you wanna be -, just call us I'm like call us now 118, call us now Boy Better Know, that's the label now Left dem yutes in a cradle now Left dem with no milk in a bottle Man wanna F with the team til I grip on the ting Like a rasclart Yamaha throttle God knows I don't wanna fight and quabble But man keep testing my patience Tell A&E make way for the patients Azzy man's gots a lot of powerful skengs So you might buss one on a special occasion Just stress out my brain, then it's a 38th Special occasion They'll be a lot of, banging and screaming Kinda like a firework celebration, definitely Danger, tell these babies there's no Space in the manger anybody get rude I send for the head top rearranger Go home and do the math I'm Jme multiplied by Maxwell Ranger Way too serious And if you don't wanna get taken Away don't talk to the stranger Man better tell the truth and stop lying Everybody knows when dutty Skepta Touch the microphone These other man start dying Mum dressed in black, everybody crying Man diss me but I'm not replying I'm not inna indirecting and slying Lot of these MCs Thinking they're gonna get rich but They all die tryin' War me, record me lights, camera, action Who produces anthem after anthem? Skepta, The Microphone Champion Some people can't see that you can't Win a lyrical war with me So I'm gonna call this one Lord of the Mics Part 3 and murder another 25 MCs So dig me a larger grave Spray my ting like aftershave It's gonna be a par today When your heartbeat stops and you pass away Trust me, it's all easy to me I'm champagne, you're Lambrini to me Dunno why you're talkin greazy to me When I'm Rodney Price Yo, I said all this laughing Stops in a minute Letting off 28 shots in a minute Ringing up Reggie and Potts in a minute Roll to your ends, 9 o'clock precisely And make sure everybody drops in a minute Man are gonna run like fox in a minute Eff an hourly rate, I make lots in a minute R U Dumb Four That's out in the shops in a minute I repeat, that's out in the shops in a minute Your wifey wants to link me cause When you're doing your ting Your ting flops in a minute Balligan's out of the box in a minute Solo's out of the box in a minute My mandem's out of the box in a minute Start looking at your watches and Clocks in a minute