Lethal B Diss

[Intro: Wiley] Yo Eskiboy (yeah) Hold tight Riko (yeah, yo) Yeah, you know what they're saying You know what they're saying Hold tight Lethal (Roll Deep) It's all good, it's all good (yeah) It's all real in the hood round here It's not even an exciting intro Being normal So one time Elephant Kid, hold tight Flowdan Alright, alright, yeah Listen Hold tight Wizzle Alright Listen [Verse 1: Wiley] Pow, let's slew Lethal the B Pow, Max don't know about me Pow, when Cham headbutted me Pow, he was on the floor quickly So pow, pow, suck your mum, pow, pow Dem boys don't know about me 'Cause I got bored up, watch out for me now, now What do you know about pow? There he goes hiding behind Boundary Not once in his life has he repped Boundary I get bored writing bars for Lethal the B I said "pow, pow" back in '93 You're saying "pow, pow" in two-double-O-three And two-double-O-four, this is Lethal the B Tryna go against me, he wants to be B-I-G like me But he's not capable of taking me out Stabbed fourteen times, I'm still about I'm still saying I will knock Babycham out But me against twenty man's out of the question Buss after twenty man, don't ask questions Some days I've got something to live for Other days, blud, I've got nuttin' to live for I'm not laughing and joking in the war no more Settle the score, I know the score Told you already and I told you before Fist to the jaw in the midst of the war None of these crews ever roll two-up and do shit But, me, I do two-man war For the simple fact I don't care anymore I'm coming to the fire strapped, not a rebore Weigh more than your crew if you're stood on a see-saw You wanna be more? Me, I can see more Foot to the floor and I'm looking for your mum Bitch, I banged her once, I got a little itch Mum, she's a fryars, slag from the bits She's an A-cup, big bum, no tits Just like you, she's got dry lips The bitch has got stretch marks on her hips Show no pity like a Blood or a Crip Top boy from the bits And I don't really care about you or your clique I'm on the path, don't get in the mix But I've had no choice, now I'm loading six Put my life on the line, blud, I'm doing fine Beef is a laugh, all day, every time Hello, my name's Wiley, I'm grime I'm shiesty and you won't get beside [Break: Riko] Well (well) Here we are again (again, man, it's fucking getting long) Murking Lethal B again (it's getting long) I'm getting quite bored with this shit (you're shit, bruv) It's starting to piss me off (you're not even good) And Flowdan (yeah) I wanna know what's going on with you (yeah, what the fuck are you on?) Weh me cyaan go wrong so like to You either par with dem or you ah par with we Me wan' know which corner you sit down inna Becuh if a war, me nuh wan' no spy ah leak information [Verse 2: Riko] Lethal, catch him, mash him with the mash like potato Haffi lay low Long time when I catch him in the stage show Never take the piss and get away, no way, bro Understand, Riko don't give a damn I'm gonna diss bare man in your gang You can't tell me nuttin' so talk to my hand Nah, talk to the gun inna my hand One in a million chance that you're gonna get away, man Should've took your first beating like a man More Fire can't test Riko the Dan Shot make you flip like Jackie Chan Grew a bit of lip 'cause you heard I was locked in the nick Thought to myself "what a cowardly prick" Riks, I'mma kill it, bun the whole of your clique, 'cause You and your boys all chat shit Talking 'bout Riko's a junkie? Lethal, you look like a monkey I'll lick off your head with the pumpy I've got your whole crew jumpy You'll get jacked like Scrumpy, nuh bwoys can't thump me Riko's a junkie? Lethal, you look like a monkey I'll lick off your head with the pumpy I've got your whole crew jumpy You'll get jacked like- Come again like oi, where's that Lethal the B? There, load-load that double-B Why? I'm gonna make him see You can't fuck with me and get away scot-free He's like "uh-oh, it's Riko MC Uh-oh, my gun dem are empty" Uh-oh, you wanna come against me? You'll get Cover up, not left innocently Fuck More Fire Crew, you've bitten more than your bwoy can chew Now I'm gonna spit fire at you Shots stick inna your face like glue I'll make Lethal catch gunshot like flu And there ain't a thing you can do Badboy Riko, dem boy couldn't ever slew And you couldn't ever step inna me shoes or tread yourself Lethal, you've gotta know it You all know that I'm the worst thing Lyrics that I spit are all oneaway Mek a boy run away, go on, then, come and play Meet me any day, you're open anyway Lyrics that I spit, I'm killing anyting in any way And you know I'm the farda Don't come against me with no More Fire drama When you're lyrically weak and you're lyrically marga You're lyrically bleak, lyrically you're a starter How you wanna come diss the master? Lyrical master blaster of disaster Been a bit slow but now I'm getting faster Chat real life, me nuh chat 'bout no passa Spit bars for a sixteen straight after Your crew and your farda, your boo and your daughter Ask yourself, blud: what you want war for? You're not a big mic man, you're a fraudster (dead) All informer fi diggy diggy (dead) All informer fi diggy diggy (dead) All informer fi diggy diggy (bumbaclart) All informer fi diggy diggy (dead) All informer fi diggy diggy (dead) All informer fi diggy diggy (dead) [Break: Riko] Pussy (pussy) 'Bout More Fire, me dun put cinder out Nuh wan' see you run up unnu fucking mout' Wrong'un You're a wrong'un, wrong'un Yo Hold on, man, me have something more fi give dem [Verse 3: Riko] Instigator A-R instigator (instigator) A-R instigator (instigator) W-A-R instiga- (that's me) Yo, A-R instigator (that's me) W-A-R instigator (that's me) Pussy UK's most-wanted, I'm here Yo, A-R instigator W-A-R instigator A's for the arms, R's for the reflex War's for the shit that you said, it got me vexed The shit that you said, it was long It was wrong, but you still carried on Then when I murked you on every stage show, blud You was crying like a prick on my phone Then your boy got involved and I murked him as well But I thought that was fun 'cause I thought he could tell that I was the only Don Corleone UK MCs, they don't wanna know me I've got a scar on my boat like Tony So what? You can't hold or control me I'm coming clear to your ear like Sony You're running up your mouth 'cause it's true, you don't know me But you know what? Blud, that's you You said enough and it sounds like you Understand that you're badman too One man, bang-bang out your crew And you know that it's way overdue, so Fix your face, don't run up and screw You've got mash? Yeah, one or two One or two for a three-man crew I've got five and six and seven Ain't all mine but I know where to get 'em It's no long, I just go, then I get 'em When I go and get 'em, I ain't scared to wet 'em When I offload, I ain't going to check 'em You're half-good but you ain't no Beckham Ask the people, what do they reckon? You'd get murked in about two seconds Dead All informer fi diggy diggy dead All informer fi diggy diggy Your mumma