Myth

[Pre-Hook: Blay] Piff Every tune I write is potent piff Every tune I've heard of yours is shit Run your mouth, you get boxed in the rib I can have man flying in the sky for a drib These mandem don't care where you live Tom-Tom's got man calm in the bits That guy there was far from a Sith We can all tell you're a pagan myth [Hook: Blay] When I wrote your name on YouTube, myth When I wrote your name on Google, myth When I wrote your name on iTunes, myth When I wrote your name on Amazon, myth When I wrote your name on Yahoo, myth When I see your name in public, myth Wait, is my man taking the piss? About you rep grime, you're a blatant myth [Verse 1: Blay] I don't know these niggas Matter of fact, check my iPhone registry You will see I don't phone these niggas Everybody wants P but Nobody wants to put work in and grow these figures I went back to the lab with nuttin' but piff and vision Man didn't listen, I will spin MCs Till man's sit-down pissing Vision could never be who you are dissing Fuck that, I ain't coming back with a backpack On my back, slap everyone in your snapbacks One box, leave him on the floor with a bad back Everybody's rough till the yard gets ransacked Got niggas that I couldn't even ask for Have the whole rave swimming on the dancefloor These man don't know about potent piff [Verse 2: Flirta D] When you're onstage, they're like "who's th-this?" When I'm onstage, they all know what it is Some of them signed but they still sound shit Compared to the mandem, compared to the myth You could ask Riv, Big, Napper or Shizz Ask H and Dan, I've been doing this All you man do is ruin everything We bawsy as fuck but not doing anything Sorry, I didn't quite catch your name Was that you, bastard? Didn't catch a wave Wanna hype up? You can catch a flame We can do it old school and I'll smack your face You ain't fucking with Shorty, Flirts or Blay Violate, I'mma send a man to space You're a myth, not in a type of way You're just shit and a pile of waste [Pre-Hook: Blay] Every tune I write is potent piff Every tune I've heard of yours is shit Run your mouth, you get boxed in the rib I can have man flying in the sky for a drib These mandem don't care where you live Tom-Tom's got man calm in the bits That guy there was far from a Sith We can all tell you're a pagan myth [Hook: Blay] When I wrote your name on YouTube, myth When I wrote your name on Google, myth When I wrote your name on iTunes, myth When I wrote your name on Amazon, myth When I wrote your name on Yahoo, myth When I see your name in public, myth Wait, is my man taking the piss? About you rep grime, you're a blatant myth [Verse 3: Shorty] You're a blatant myth Nobody cares who you are No human, no computer No schoolkids wanna hear you bar No girls wanna roll with you, rudeboy Even if you had a new car You've got no plan, got no future And that badboy act don't suit ya It don't measure up, even with a ruler Got bars that your girl sings Got bars for the skets and the church tings Bars for the guys that are hardworking The name's Shorty, check the status Bare go-getters here, no waiters They tried to catch up but they can't catch up But the flow's that fucked, fam, I'm like laters [Verse 4: Skepta] Yeah, yeah, let me spark this loud Take two draws and I pass it around When I touch mic in a dance, security's on the dancefloor Just tryna calm tings down When you touch mic, I'm like "ah, this clown" None of my niggas are feeling your sound I'm big in my city and I'm big in your town Said you're the best, them man are like how? Man wanna war with the Lord of the Mic (go on then) My man must wanna die (go on then) I'mma have to slew ten guys And remind pussyholes how I got my stripes I got porn stars that just wanna drink Video girls that just wanna bun You do videos, girls don't wanna come 'Cause in my last video, I was looking oh so piff [Pre-Hook: Blay] Piff Every tune I write is potent piff Every tune I've heard of yours is shit Run your mouth, you get boxed in the rib I can have man flying in the sky for a drib These mandem don't care where you live Tom-Tom's got man calm in the bits That guy there was far from a Sith We can all tell you're a pagan myth [Hook: Blay] When I wrote your name on YouTube, myth When I wrote your name on Google, myth When I wrote your name on iTunes, myth When I wrote your name on Amazon, myth When I wrote your name on Yahoo, myth When I see your name in public, myth Wait, is my man taking the piss? About you rep grime, you're a blatant myth