Lyrics

[Intro: Wiley & Bushkin]
Come off the stage! Move!
They dont want to hear you! They dont want to hear you!
What, is that what you think? Is that what you think ?
Oi blud, calm, calm, calm
Lyrics for lyrics, calm
[Hook: Skepta]
Yeah, hear me on the radio, wah gwan?
See me on the TV , hi mum
Murk MCs when the mics 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 mics in my palm
Lyrics for lyrics, calm
[Verse 1: Skepta]
Yeah, you got murked last week
Couldnt even get a rewind, thats peak
Couldnt 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 aint on fleek
You dont 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 Devilmans shirt
Got rude, that didnt work
And your girl looks like she dont work
Mental
Man wouldnt beat that even if I was burse
[ Hook: Skepta]
Yeah, hear me on the radio, wah gwan?
See me on the TV, hi mum
Murk MCs when the mics 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 mics in my palm
Lyrics for lyrics, calm
[Verse 2: Skepta]
Them man are fake, them man are sus
Im the bossthese pagans wanna touch
Im 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? Manll get a gun buck
Tell a pussyhole look sharp, fix up
Where you from? Huh, whats wrong?
Whats 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 dont wanna diss me, thats long
Cause Im a don, lyrically gone
You want to clash but youre gonna get banged on
[Hook: Skepta]
Yeah, hear me on the radio, wah gwan?
See me on the TV, hi mum
Murk MCs when the mics 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 mics in my palm
Lyrics for lyrics, calm
[Verse 3: Novelist]
Yo, Im a king, lyrically ming
You want to clash but youre gonna get tucked in
Drew for the buck ting when I bucked him
And in the jawsides right where I bucked him
Dont 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 ins gonna get a full face
Full of piss youre in, deep shit youre in
N-O-V-D-D-D that youre warring
Not gonna be me that youre boring
Im gonna jack manaman, take your rings
And all of your bling, Lewisham king
Its not a ting to draw the ting if you wanna swing
But if you get jooked, dont sing
Not a long ting to do the hype ting
[Hook: Skepta]
Yeah, hear me on the radio , wah gwan?
See me on the TV, hi mum
Murk MCs when the mics 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 mics in my palm
Lyrics for lyrics, calm