Grime vs. Everybody Freestyle

[Verse 1: Saint P] Uh, body all mangled, head got Bent to the side like D Double E's Kangol Got your body chopped off Neck and the ankles I'll leave every little bone in your body dismantled I ride the riddim hands-free, no handles Man get wax like candles, different angles Ps? Tryna get a bankful Nah, you can never clash I I make man meet defeat like sandals Marjay says I'm a handful Six foot two and I stand tall Never been a damn fool, man wanna clash who? Man wanna clash me? Man don't wanna clash Saint Man get fucked from all sides like gang rape Tell a man fix up, look sharp, stand straight I'm next up, that's what fans say Keep my name out your mouth for your mum or your nan's sake Speedy, never use handbrakes Just jumped onboard the champagne campaign If you wanna act brave I'll leave a brudda on his side like landscape I catch the drop, you're mad late, nah You're not heavy, you lack weight Talking like you do road I know you know that it's not that, mate Can't think of one hard bar that a man's made [Verse 2: PK] When I spray bars, I'll tell a man Step well back, I'll take off your high-top quickly Man ah man are gunner when I pitch like Rosický When I'm in the rave, you know you can't miss me I've got the gloves so man is on top Nobody wanna start no trouble cause I'm bookey Take a look-see again like Footsie Check if the bouncer's preeing me, if he ain't watching Catch you when you're cotching Back out the ting like "oi, what you telling me?" Leave man's liver in a pool like Balotelli PK, now they wanna flow like "help me" Come here Yeah, that's my one, yeah, inna my styley Beg a man try me, beg a man try me Man ah move wild like Crocodile Dundee Wakey wakey, come to the yard and we'll Fry man up like eggy and bakey That's another MC on my plate, G When I finish that meal, man ah feel weighty Like I just lifted a hundred KG Go the caff and the tracksuit's Nike Man wanna clash me, how can he? Man better pass the ketchup Man have got the knife and the fork in my pouch, I'm hungry Eating MCs for breakfast, tasty Mmm Got that one from my bredrin Strally Chelsea smile out, man have got a great smile Ask the wifey, don, she loves me Man, I can't help the way I move On the roadside and get the peng tings daily [Verse 3: Saint P] Like bounce, bounce I'll tell a boy bounce, witness the general Me, I'm on point to the decimal Don't be surprised if I get in your spouse Like bounce, quicktime, tell a boy bounce Quicktime, tell a boy bounce or witness the general Me, I'm on point to the decimal Don't be surprised if I get in your spouse Like bounce, bounce I'll tell a boy bounce, witness the general Me, I'm on point to the decimal Don't be surprised if I get in your spouse Better tell 'em all now Compared to me, they've got a terrible sound Yeah, I've got a couple dargs locked up in cages It will get tense if they let 'em all out When I step in your town, it's a mad ting Dem gyal dere selling dreams like it's catfish Never see me with a fat chick See, I believe in my dream, so I'll catch it Man's tryna herd 'em relentless Forever balling on the court so nobody can judge me Cause I put the murder in the sentence Ex is cool but I prefer one of her bredrins I'm going much further than expected So don't talk like that Cripple, I'll make you walk like that Dem man are chilling by the courtside, fam But I came to ball, see, I was like what? Don't talk like that Cripple, I'll make you walk like that Dem man are chilling by the courtside, fam But I came to ball, I was like [Verse 4: PK] Chocolate splashed him For getting rude to the general captain Ain't P Money but I'll roll with the same flow Head gone, PK rapped him Bare man wanna act bad on a mad ting Bare drama, you man are acting You can't catch him, cockier than Walcott When he's on the right wing If you've got your AK, 45, MAC ting I'll still slap him Banging in shots, PK, he's got a hat trick Three man down Guess who's laughing, guess who's around Me, Saint P, we're the talk of the town YGG, we're breaking it- Oi, yo, I'm the king, nobody taking my crown YGG, we're breaking it, like You don't want the Shaolin technique One dash will take your face so quickly Man have been training on the mountain From '06, I've got the grimy history Like when Dizzee and Titch had beef on the rooftop I'm not a mook, don't push me Cold like Eski, I'll leave him frozen When they see me, nobody's on swinging it out I move bookey, take- Rooney