Kano vs. Wiley (Clash 7)

ROUND 1 [Verse 1: Kano] Oh is it me? Alright. Yeah, alright... When does it come? Louis, who's tune's this? Yo, yo Yo, Bill When I spit, I spit to kill Spit fire, set alarms, you know the drill Entire crew armed, you know the drill Brain games - if you wanna play, you know I will Will spit rounds and run clowns out of town Clique don't like when they hear the click, it gets nasty Draw chit chit coming nasty Click, click, coming nasty Don't put it past me Yo, I can be nasty Nudge that boy that's trying to walk past me Blast me, never blast me, can't class me With these other MCs I'm N.A.S.T.Y And I do it my way, do it smartly Soon come, soon bun down the whole party No time for the badminds tryna dart me Can't harm me, N.A.S.T.Y is the army [Verse 2 - Wiley] Oi Kane Lemme see if you're real or fake Kane Wait Kane, lemme see if you're carrying weight, Kane Oi Kane, I heard you, and you're gonna pay Kane Tryna mislead people, that's wrong Kane I'm coming up with the goods and I'm better than you Kane I roll with the bass, so I'm heavy Kane You can never ever say that I'm not ready Kane I would bury Kane I pop your girlfriend's cherry Kane I pop [?] Like a .38 special, I'm ready Kane Serious, watch how you move, step steady Kane Your girl's nipple tastes like Strawberry, Kane Who's got [?], Willy is real I'll show you the real deal Kane Who's got [?], Willy is real Kane I'll show you the real deal Kane [Verse 3 - Kano] Yo spray, I'm a K-A You gotta raise your game, you're losing fame Who's to blame, K-A's to blame And Kane can't be tamed I get dirty too, I spit a four-bar and merk your 32 Welcome to the game, who invited you? I never welcomed, I invited myself Say no more, let my flow speak for itself I kill, spit and say no more, let the doc speak for your health When you see Kano, you see an empty shelf See Kane, never see an empty pocket See beef, never see me not on it I see a chance, and they never see me run from it I'm advanced Draw for any weapon at any chance, many weapons Got a link from France, don't let me get 'em Just think why my attitude stinks Last chance to pick your war lottery number Draw .44, .38, and a .9 in order Time to slaughter I'll put your spine out of order I'm out of order So I ordered a GAT with A-K on it To draw like I do when the girls see me in a hat with a 'K' on it Pray Kane's on it Beef? Pussyhole Pray Kane's off it [Verse 4 - Wiley] What Kane? Now you have to stop Kane If you cross Willy then you're gonna flop Kane, drop Kane You're not a hot-shot, Kane You're a punk and I know it, Kane I'm gonna write you off Kane And if you've got something to say You better say it right now, or you go right now Kane Coming up from the hood, Kane And it's Wiley, I'm live in the place, Kane Yo, yeah, my name's Wiley, I'm Grime And try see it, you won't get beside You won't get by or go past me, don't put it past me You will never ever out-last me You're not as fast as me, they can't blast me No sound boys woulda ever out-classed me Me and my crew will blaze them quickly You see, Wiley, I'll slew you quickly [Verse 5 - Kano] I can see, but looking at your chain, it's white So feel free to tuck it in beneath at night 'Cause I might eat you, I can make a meal of ice And if I eat you, that's enough to feed me twice It won't be nice to see me, to see me nice 'Cause when you see me, there will be at least a knife And you can't be me, 'cause I'm with at least a price Of a Merc, an X5, Jeep, and a bike And I'll merk you rolling with your wife and your ride My eyes are too big for my belly I want it all - telly and all Score notes, blue notes, and tenners and all Pinkys, oh what, you got pinkies but no brains? I'll take off pinky rings with no shame and take off Act like they're mine and fake floss and shine Like perfect teeth when they're flossed [Verse 6 - Wiley] You're not real Kane, can't pull the wool over You fake nigga, better pull over I roll deep and my academics [?] over I make the riddims MCs sound good over You won't see what I've done 'til next year And next year I'll be in the next year approaching the year after that I'm futuristic and I'm quantum leaping There's no defeating round here, I'm not a loser Losing it, that isn't me Success - that's me Money boy - that's me I'm from E3, L-O-N, G-T-B, yep I've seen things I weren't meant to see But now it's on top, you was meant to be, yep I've slewed you eventually, safe I got a lucky break in the scene, safe But I'm only here to make papes, so... ROUND 2 [Verse 7 - Wiley] Yeah! Hold tight Stryder. I'm gonna bring you to slew someone in here Okay, let's go... You couldn't test me and my crew on a level Kano couldn't slew me on a level I'm a pro, I wouldn't have that on a level If you heard that, it's just a rumour on a level The level of MCing has gone up a level I'm still around, still heavy on a level And I war with the top boys on a level Merking, bare face now on a level I'm going for the levels of flowing and I flow rapid Who's that, Willy the kid, I bust rapid I bust a cap in a Sound boy who thinks he's rapid I clamp down on MCs, they can't hack it If my flow goes missing, track it down If an obstacle comes, slap it down And I told you before, I swing anybody round Anybody from any town will get swung around [Verse 8 - Kano] Yo, yo, yo... I'm gonna take it to another level now Make it stack, don't settle down Kano spread around, raise the stakes I make papes, don't pet around You can see that N.A.S.T.Y don't pet around You and me are not close, I'm the true sound Take you out, how's the crew sound? Boys love girls, breakthrough sound How's the tune sound? It's a new sound Cruise round to the new sound in your car News round, I'm a newfound young star 'Round town I'ma get down for the dough Run rings around amateurs and pros K-A slash Kano slash crash the show I stash mash 'til the heat gets cold I splash out when my tunes are sold Won't rest 'til my tunes are sold I won't rest 'til my plaques are golden I won't rest 'til my paper folds I won't rest for the paper It's so over, N.A.S.T.Y bound to take over New tunes and new moves, so move over No room for you soon, so move over No room to improve, that's you over N.A.S.T.Y will last the longest, 'cause we're the strongest team No pushover [Verse 9 - Wiley] Who's bringing it, bringing it? Not Kano Who's doing it, doing it? Not Kano Who's running it, running it? Not Kano Who's a bad boy round here? Not Kano Who's doing it, doing it? Not Kano Who's running it, running it? Not Kano Is it, is it jumping yeah? Nah. Okay, let's go again Yo, I be the boy who keeps the beats banging And if it's beats without bass, it's still banging And flows and rhymes are at a higher level Sorry blud, I can't see you on my level So, who flopped? You're gonna get popped I rock the whole block from here to Bangkok What, what, me and my crew, we're way too hot Leave them in shock, we can't be stopped Well I'm raw, you can't see me anymore Everyday I never stay low to the floor Before you wanna test my crew, you better be sure Ready for me to blow up your sector Them boy nah ready for the war We draw the chainsaw in a lyrical war And I bet you never knew I had a key to the door So boy fi get blazed with the 4x4 [Verse 10 - Kano] I'm from the hood but it's just home And there ain't no place like Home Sweet Home There's a whole heap of heat on the street Some plastic and some chrome I'm old school like classics I love a one on one, but I can play gun on gun Some talk a good game but they ain't practical And they won't clap the tool I'll clap old niggas, I'll clap niggas in School If they don't wanna play gun to mum Let's play knife to wife, I'll stab bitches, I'm cruel Why waste a clip? I'm poor But if it's war, I might roll up to the whip Open doors and hold up your bitch When I force open fire, back off if you've got a back-off 'cause you might get holes in your hips Respect the fire or respect me If you're repping for the hood then you represent me And I be where 50 Cent be 'In Da Club' with no bub' just some Hennesy and benners of weed I'm bad breed Watch your back if you stay ahead of me Can't come back, be prepared, just know that I ain't scared, just know that I bust through the little holes in your creps where your toes at So you little hoes, mind your step I hold that, once I start, I can't hold back Who's gonna hold me back once I start? You crazy? I'll shut you up with a dum-dum you baby [INAUDIBLE] put a heater to his head and sing rock-a-bye baby [Verse 11 - Wiley] K-A-N ain't shotting no O's K-A-N can't roll with the pros K-A-N can't buss up the shows K-A-N ain't ready for the roads K-A-N ain't washed no O's K-A-N ain't shotting no O's K-A-N can't flow with the pros K-A-N ain't ready for the flows but It's Wiley, I'm getting 'em hyper I get 'em wetty like a baby diaper Run up on a riddim, the lyrical sniper I'll bad a boydem for flashing lighter It's gun season, millimetre Who want fa test them get defeater We bun fire 'pon all informer We bun them with the [?] Kano wants to get lairy I wind up a yout', I make him get wary 'Cause you don't know me And you won't know me And you can't tell me shit I'm an OG and your girl should know me... [Jammer - Interlude] Alright, don't watch it, don't watch it, don't watch it Round 3 yeah That was very hot, that was very hot It's level! Alright, alright, alright [Escobar - Interlude] Oi, blud, put that camera on me for a sec Oi, listen This is Escobar, cuz If I ever any pricks bootlegging this shit tryna do their own shit I'll merk you, I'll merk you This is real, this is in the streets You get me? Pussyhole, I'll make you son of mine Suck your mum as well ROUND 3 [Verse 12 - Kano] Yo, yo, yo... I'm hot and you've been here longer than me But you can't hold it up longer than me I can't fail, I'm original like Werther's I got these cats nervous, they're biting their nails 'cause of me Take a back seat, 'cause of me N.A.S.T.Y, sound of the street The streets talk then let the streets talk If the streets eating, grab me a fork I'ma do what I have to 'Til I'm wealthy I'ma sell what I have to 'Til I'm wealthy I'ma chase what I have to Take whose girl I have to, slap whose face I have to I'm gonna burst, I have to Can't see it any other way Can't do it any other day K-A just might switch and turn to the A-K [Verse 13 - Wiley] Listen up, Kane Willy's coming up, Kane Start fucking it up, Kane People chucking it up, Kane Running up your trap, Kane Who makes the gunshots clap, Kane? If you listen to the tape-pack, Kane I got twenty riddims in the shop, Kane Who's a hot-shot, Kane? E3 nigga, big block, Kane Who runs the country? Will, Kane Who made this flow? Think it was me, Kane Tiger? Me, Kane You can't see me, Kane Watch, here I go, Kane Lyric, dem a fresh, Kane Crep, dem a fresh, Kane Lyrics dem a fresh again Yo, yo, yo I fumbled there, I did fumble, I fumbled. You carrying on? Yeah, yeah, yeah. Let me carry on, alright, okay, here we go. Listen... So, listen up again Willy's coming up again Start fucking it up again People chucking it up again Running up your trap again Who makes the gunshots clap again? If you listen to the tape pack again Got twenty riddims in the shop again Who's a hot-shot again E3 nigga, pink block again Who runs the country? Will again Who made this flow? Think it was me again Tiger? Me again Can't see me again Watch how I go again Lyrics dem a fling again Crep? Fresh again Draw two gal again I got sticky-icky again It's not safe again Strap on the waist again When I go a certain place again They can't look in my face again I'm winning the race again Bust my case again Setting the pace again [Verse 14 - Kano] Yo. Let me break it down. Yo, yo I love the hood and I ain't talking 'bout jumpers I'm talking 'bout rolling in numbers Shotters, shooters and dumpers Glocks for setups from punters pop So step up, confront us Papers pray, we prey, but we're some serious hunters Midday, we have some serious lunches If it's needed, we spray, we play, we got some monsters among us Seen in Boxsters and Hummers Making thousands from hundreds Turning thousands to mils with .9 mils Like us or lump us We make them numbers with a comma in it We make that beef without a döner in it That's honest shit, but Fuck that William Wallace shit Under pressure, you'll crack like eggs So when the weapons in your face, you're on some omelette shit That's why I'm on it but I watch who I work with Everyday shotters get merked by who they're moving the work with I make moves if it's worth it When I move, I move perfect Hoods, gloves, if you're from the hood show us love Represent ROUND 4 [Verse 15 - Wiley] Okay, yo, okay I hear Kano making a wrong turning Turn back, carry on, keep learning It took me years, blud, and I'm still learning But now I'm earning, they can't say nothing Stop bluffing or you might get butted up Definitely hotted up, if you touch mic and try run it up I'm like the sun is down and it rises up And if they wanna clash me? Wile' em up No more smiling up Willy is climbing up On stage, you won't ever see me miming up Now I'm cleaning up Girls are dreaming up Straight from the gutter, Roll Deep, teaming up See me and my crew in the corner, leaning up Listen to the style and flow, heating up You will get beaten up They can't keep it up You didn't see me, now you just heard me creeping up [Verse 16 - Kano] Will, I told you Don't put it past me I soon come, soon bun down a whole party, alie? You know that I'm spitting the truth And on tunes, spit hits in the booth You can't stop K A bligh, that's what I'm giving these fools I'm paused, now I'm playing 'em Kano's spraying 'em My mind's set on money, of course To new fools some are taking 'em Kano's breaking 'em You know say, Kano's making 'em Look like anything They're making weak riddims with a hook, that's anything They don't swing 'cause my hook hits any chin They don't bring it My gameplans gonna win, of course No MC can push me, of course No lump-sum can make me turn force Running this all day K, coming to school these fools Who's winning the race? Who's blowing up in the shorter space of time? Who's known up in the country line for line? Fucks it up with a rhyme from time to time? I've got no time for funny styles, see my money in a funny pile What's funny now? Break bread, eat dough, big tummy now And yeah we don't trust funny style Willy bust gun for the... [Verse 17 - Wiley] They don't care about Wiley But everyday hearing my name, you're not forgetting me Not by a longshot brother, I'm gone Still in your face so you can see what I'm on I'm on a big scale, won't fail, standing up strong Won't see me in your estate for ages I come around, stay for a little while then I'm gone Touch your ends for two minutes then I'm gone I'm gone now, it's on now, singing my song now Your girlfriend knows what I'm on now Always tryna show me her phone now Well if we get it on, I'll be doing you a little wrong now I'll be doing you a wrong I'm out of order, out of order, MCs in the game - I fear no one Care not, who's who, do what you gotta do I fear no one, I care about nothing Well, don't want the other end of my phone bluffing about the other end puffing Let's see who's ducking If I ever start bussing it up again Don't wanna ever have to start bussing it up again When I see my shadow on the road in the backstreet and the weather's getting cold again 'Cause I'm possessed on my road again So now when you see me on the road again, you better... [Verse 18 - Kano] From lamppost to lamppost we run the roads So war, that's right up my street, that's my cup of tea Heat, that's right in [?] We're all from the street We're all from violent crime, theft, and stress Playing with K-A? That's B-S Put a bullet in your screwface, double-o P-S Let me just address Down below, we rest The underground taking over the overground All over town, Kano's in the picture now Want no amount less than a long figure now Kano won't amount to nothing Another broke nigga puffing away his money 'til the smoke kill him Who's him? I'ma be king, I'ma be doing this 'til I'm crowned kingpin See me doing this oversea Runaway with the game, if you want it back, find me From city to city, from town to town From lamppost to lamppost we run the roads From Tecs to nines, from nines to macs From Mac-10s to mad friends We got the most City to city, from town to town From lamppost to lamppost we run the roads From Tecs to nines, from nines to Macs From Mac-10s to mad friends We got the most FINAL FIGHT [Verse 19 - Kano] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I'm the bro with the long P's Cold like short sleeves in the cold breeze Fold like two G's in my old jeans Sold like two G's, soon the LP Rep the street Upset the beast The heat between your teeth make you sweat a stream It's best you get lean Forget your fears, shed tears Nightmares replace your dreams It's not as sweet as it seems Need to all bade Paid, live life sweet like Koolaid Cool J, remember this time from school days Knock it out 'cause my mama said like Cool J Since kids always love the road Scalextric in my household Way too sick for Calpol Roll with a trick up my sleeve Yeah I'll fight this chief with a prick up my sleeve Ducking and weave What can I see? Two mini-me's so I'm looking for a buffers to breed Lucky for me, my tight flow equals P's Paper, pussy, Prada, you heard right Break mics so I get pussy at first sight First sight, I look lightweight Tell 'em I'm lightweight I fight first, see how many faces my right breaks Or we can rhyme, see how many verses I take [Verse 20 - Wiley] In any crew I'm looking for the top boys in any crew If you're a top boy in your crew, I want you If you're not a top boy in your crew, then what you doing? Where's the best MCs in your crew? I'm looking for the best MCs in your crew We're gonna blaze the best MCs in your crew If you're not the best MC, blud, what you doing? What you doing? You better check what you're doing This ain't your game rudeboy, what you doing? What you doing? Wiley kat won't stop slewing What you doing? Just don't know what you doing Go home, sit down, better think what you're doing If you come around me, well, that's constant slewing And I heard that trouble was brewing If you're not top boy, you better check what you're doing What you saying, I'm spraying, [?] Everyday I'm on road, all day Won't have a bar, rudeboy, what you saying? Constant spraying Had enough, now I ain't playing What you saying? What'd you think, that I can't hear what you're saying? Come on the mic and start spraying and saying what you're saying After that, then I will come on mic and I will start re-spraying What you saying? [Verse 21 - Kano] Yo, bring your games If you wanna play games War games, love games Let's kick it off Lyrics, verses, beats and tunes I write my own so you can't ever write me off You're looking at the master Playing mind games with the master Mastered basslines coming from the sampler Harder, work harder for the Prada Plastic, sell plastic for the payslip K-A thing, diamond bling Sell plastic, platinum start swinging Get dough, then soon girls start ringing Liking me, they never wanted me It's K-A's time to bad mind Write my rhymes and mind my own business Turn the tables, Kano will spin this Wishing you would have noticed me now K-A's blowing up road K-A-N, shotting them O's K-A slash Kano with the flow again You can't catch Kano, there I go again Gash, Kano's got a batch of them Papes, Kano's got a stack of them Got a latch on them Niggas watching my cash coming Got a mash for the niggas that's too masculine [Verse 22 - Wiley] I'm hearing my name, they're saying my name I'm still street, playing the game, I'm hot in the game I'm not asleep, wide awake, I'm running the game My name's Wiley, I'm the Eskimo boy, yo I'm hearing my name, they're saying my name I'm still street, playing the game, running the game I'm not asleep, wide awake, I'm hot in the game My name's Wiley, I'm the Eskimo boy I keep the beats banging If it's beats without bass, it's still banging Yep, flows and rhymes are at a higher level Sorry blud, I can't see you on my level I'm going for the levels of flow and I flow rapid 'Cause, who's that? Willy the kid, I bust rapid I bust a cap in a sound boy who thinks he's rapid I clap down MCs and they can't hack it If my flow goes missing then I track it down If an obstacle comes then I slap it down I told you before, I swing anybody round Anybody from any town will get swung around It's the E to the S-K-I-M-O You can't flow like the E to the S-K-I-M-O kat And I don't war boy, I'm from Bow boy I'ma eat through your boy so... [Verse 23 - Kano] You best believe that it's gutter I got .9 mils still, best believe it's not butter The best of me, still to come I only cock back, once I pull, it's a wrap 'Cause you're actors and bad at that There's no point getting mad at Mac It might point at you, how 'bout that? I got cats and no pets, that's funny 'Cause my foods the best like mummy's And that ain't crap I beat up niggas that ain't strapped Heat up niggas that's too sweet Clean cut niggas, that ain't right But I'm the 'kick you while you're down type' Type to check your pockets after the fight You're damn right I write like a Jew, my flow's damn tight And now it's up to you to get my grands right But I'm a master, listen I've been around since master system Been around the block, avoided prison Been around Glocks, cops and robbers Been around rocks and lot of shotters that bypass the system Pass by the skies 'Cause we buy glass that's tinted Make guys pass out and die That cut eyes like you're hinting that you want me to pull the trigger back So move from the ride 'Cause it depends if I'm peckish, I'll eat I got a fetish for P's To get a Big Mac for beef without lettuce and cheese We're not letting them breathe, they get wetted with ease Fuck begging them, please They get lead in them Ten in the knees We got .10s with us Cock to bust We can squeeze at ten of 'em Macs and mags, that's reality for me to see G's like Gucci bags Guns the future, guns the present, guns the past Bullets will bust your arse, your bottles just glass I'm a G for gangster, you stand for grass Don't stand a chance at being a gangster Me and a gangster might creep by your whip Knock-knock, click-click, bust shots at your wig What can you do? I'm getting brutal, they're getting moved to while they're in neutral Where can you move to? [Verse 24 - Wiley] You can try and clash me, I will show you how it's changed I'm hitting balls far like I'm on a Golf range I'm the Eskimo boy living in the ice age I'm a street boy, living in the streets of rage You can plot or plan, I will show you who I am Who I am, 'cause before I was a boy, now I'm a young man Your times up, sit down, you're not a badman If you go against me then bang, bang, bang, bang Bang, bang, I'm from the same place, wake up I'll make you run, I'll make you bleed, I'll make you shake up If you're not involved, tryna get involved then wait up Watch, I'll make your whole crew shake up Who's prang now? Yo, you got the shakes, yo, and only fakes get the shakes When you're sending for your backup then you're sending for them snakes And me and them snakes haven't ever been a fake, so