Prangman Remix

[Chorus: Footsie] Lyrically dan man, not a prang man Send for the ropes and then hang man Lyrically dan man, not a prang man This is the remix Lyrically dan man, not a prang man Send for the ropes and then hang man Lyrically dan man, not a prang man This is the remix [Verse 1: D Double E] Yo, it's D Double, I'm a Newham Gen to the end And I've got more bars than the bloody West End And I spit out my bar like a Smith & Wesson Budu- how about hold this in your chest, then? Don't want war? Give it a rest then Still on? You better have a bulletproof vest, then When you see me on the road, put me to the test, then Budu- how much money do you wanna bеt, then? Yeah, I spit big bars Par with the big stars and big cars Carry hеavy leng that will leave big scars Shot pure peng, get rid of pure bars E7's where me and the mandem par You wanna link up round the back like bra? If you really wanna take the beef that far Yeah, we're armed to the teeth, so I hope you man are Ready for the war [Verse 2: Wiley] Yeah, MCs don't like it when I do war They wanna be famous, no more war But I'm already famous so I do war And plus I do a road tour promoting my war If you don't like war, don't listen to the war Don't get involved in the bumbaclart war Artists travel the road and keep quiet When they come across me, they think that they're raw Plus they say they don't care about Wiley But everyday you're hearing my name; you're not forgetting me Not by a long shot, brother, I'm gone Still in your face and 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 [Verse 3: Footsie] And it's Footsie again Stop, think twice, take a look-see again You don't wanna war wid Footsie again It's bare hooks to your jaw from Footsie again, yeah And it's Footsie again Stop, think twice, take a look-see again You don't wanna war wid Footsie again It's bare hooks to your jaw from Footsie again 'Cause blud, I'm from E7 Shot bare tings inna E7 You don't wanna get rude in E7 Where man fi get moved in E7 You better mind how you move in E7 Squeeze the ting, release seven If you're lucky, you might just go heaven You need a weapon in E7 [Verse 4: Bruza] Yeah, I'm ready like steady, go Born ready from the get-go So if I was you, I would let it go 'Cause it's the same old same old when you flow Change those lame flows when you hold The microphone, I'm sorry if it hurts, but It's best you know You'll get burnt with them dead flows Not being rude but it's the truth Saying you're a good lyricist Is like saying hell is cold or Like saying yes is no Listen, I ain't playing so you gotta go I Bruze, you lose, will make a mess of your bones After I send you blows You'll wish you never met me [Chorus: Footsie] Lyrically dan man, not a prang man Send for the ropes and then hang man Lyrically dan man, not a prang man This is the remix Lyrically dan man, not a prang man Send for the ropes and then hang man Lyrically dan man, not a prang man This is the remix [Verse 5: Monkstar] You wanna know what's reality? I'm raw, spit with brutality And for me, that's normality Leaving MCs constant fatality It's just my personality To spit a bit of insanity, for humanity So what's your speciality? 'Cause there's no similarity I mean, between you and me, you need charity Tangle with me and that's straight unpopularity What's the matter with me? I'm pissed Pissed at the thought that any boy thinks he could challenge me Of all people We're in no way equal [Verse 6: Spliffy Ranger] Don't know why these guys are fronting Must want the Spliff man to start hunting Draw for the Smith Wesson, start pumping See that these guys start jumping In groups, I like hunting Nah, for groups, I like hunting My name's [?] rudeboy, I'm not fronting Let's get back to hunting 'cah It's that hunting guy Don't make me what? Start hunting guys Out of the whip I'm jumping guys With the big right hook I'm pumping guys I'm leaving guys with swollen eyes When I take the leng, I'm taking lives When I squeeze no less than five Rudeboy, you better duck and dive [Verse 7: NXUS] [?] see mi Give me di mic and let me ras' Get skilly, ain't gonna pass it over Punk, you don't wanna get roll over Cha, my men'll box you over Lyrically turn you over To a n***a like me that's standard procedure Bun a fassy, bun a bwoy like green leaf Rizla 'Cah weh mi deh 'bout? [?] di undertaker 'Cah dem bwoy ah go dead, dem nah wake up Look pon your bredrin the way him shake up And di next one, di way him cake up Bwoy, gard You don't wanna fuck with this N***a, you don't wanna try to diss, no way Put your ass in, shit, my n***a, if you try to diss 'Cause I'm a dog and I'ma kill all day