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[Intro: Ambush] And also, and also, yeah "Help me, nigga. Help me." Do you know what I'm saying? Help me, fucking, erm... Yeah, bruv, help me, bro Do you know what I'm saying? If you stay in communication with man If you keep man dere, then that's helping, man You know what I'm trying to say? If you pree something and then be like "Yo, I don't know” or “I do know" That's- that's helping, man You get it? But obviously, it's- it's so mad Because it's like, yeah To- to me, that's what I'm saying is it's- it's bro like But you might be looking at man just like- like anything Cah obviously, you've been in this ting for forever or whatever You've done so much for everyone, innit So, you just might be looking at it like a colleague ting or- or whatever, innit But the way I see you is different, innit I'm just trying to say you, Skep, Hollow Like all- all these men that helped man on the way up, fam, you get what I'm trying to say? It's like, bro, on top of the fact that man grew up on you guys tings It's like bro, how can I not respect it, bro? (Yo Eight) [Verse] Alright, I'm harmless then I don't play righteous, I ain't got dreads How you gonna act like it's me that breads? Can you hear yourself? Shit doesn't make sense I don't really care about snakes in the grass Music's mad, I've had snakes in my yard You ain't shot more people than guns in your bars And we know you ain't going Broadwater Farm I can't correct every lie through his teeth But everyone knows that I don't sell weed But if you come round, then there's packs on the floor But I tramp on a chair, bet he wants one free Fuckboy, honestly, you've got a nerve Jokeman, I should have charged you for the verse See the MC's that I cooked that you name Let them rest in peace, they ain't looking this work Suckered boy stop the glazing And go get a verse from the people you're naming Rewriting history, everyone see me help you That's why I can't hear what you're claiming Last few years, you've been fighting blogs Last few years, you've been touching girls Bars about what you've done to Ray Black Carry on till I get her on a tune as well You flicked a titty, room read wrong, no Diddy Bro, your mental case If that was my chick, we ain't leaving, bad boy You at least getting mace in your face Better stay in your place Playground bully, sorry not today Ten minutes to rebuttal this Eediyat Give a fuck about Jumpy, delete it You should have got Ice Kid on your remix You couldn't get Ice Kid on your remix And if you got Ice Kid on your remix now What do you think that Imma do next? Boy, stop with the tweakin', leave it You little speng You ain't the best in Camden with a pen Take your testosterone somewhere else You batty boy, I don't need passion from men Lemme tell you something about grime, you cheef For a set, MC's don't charge MC's Crying cuz you ain't got a home in grime Jokeman, hit one of your Airbnbs Why you nominated man to clash me? I rate them and they rate me, that's the facts Stormzy, Stormzy, Stormzy, Stormzy, chat Bitch get off his dick, you're goin' mad Mental health but think you're in your bag When life catches up with you, I'm gonna laugh You thinking that it's thinking about a clash P, that's my dargy, that is that Ten just came from Q with instant wiring Can't be weed, just smoking, what's it wired with? No, I'm not Dave or Central Cee Ask Cench and he'll tell you it's me who inspired him Oh, what a being The biggest part of your story got me in The biggest song in your life got me on Just another one I wish I ain't be on Like, come on man a household A man come bust off me It's just not the same if man come for you Fuck with me and now it's fucked for you I don't fuck with you or who fucks with you Lyrically, I'll give you licks (Eediyat) Running joke, don't take the piss (Joke man) A stranger touch your daughter's tits (Huh?) You know you give them more than fists I love that half them spitters you named You made clear in a test for me This part, I got the recipe Get cooked, now you look like the rest, you neek You got A's and got kicked out of school I got A's and got kicked out of school You wanna know why I got kicked out of school? For banging tough guys in the face like you (Hmhmhm) They tryna to take man for a pick-me I'm a big thirty-five, not a pickney (Chippy!) Imagine I help man busting when they get stuck Their first options? Diss me (Huh?) Can't go gold, then diss me (Wooo) Can't get platinum, diss me (Wooo) No debut album, diss me (Wooo) This kid is talm about YouTube badness Doing crime, filming it, miss me (Wooo) Golden boy, know that's Tinchy (Wooo) Who signed to you? That's a mad ting (Uh?) Nigga, you in King's Cross pantin' (Oh my god!) Why are you always shouting? Calm down You see tits and get jumpy, grab them (Grr!) This the straitjacket anthem (I'm trolling) This the straitjacket anthem (Bullet!) Spray the raid on this nuisance Bugging, buzzing, I ain't wanna do this T1's come your house, you wouldn't stay there I get no joy from making you look stupid M-Chat What's your living conditions, rude boy? Take a post in your kitchen What the fuck was that you fucking twat? Name dropping, clout chasing Stop, listen What the helly? He meant to be a gangster Literally begging man for help Realign your chakras, you're a wanksta Buckle down and focus on yourself Remove the E, the R, the E, still good at VS I show the mam I'm the master of this If I'm harmless, why you wanna stripe off Chip? Rhetorical, but you keep asking for it Them boy, that's a love, beg, and borrow Can't test spitters from Haringey Borough Tough guy wanna do the tough guy ting I got tough guys that will come and buck you tomorrow Intro proves alone you're no thorough Push me, I kill an MC, no sorrow [Outro] Uh Hmhmhm Ungrateful bastard In this Game of Thrones, you ain't no John Snow (Hmhmhm) The fuck?