Lyrics

[Intro: Wiley & Bushkin] Come off the stage! Move! They don't want to hear you! They don't want to hear you! What, is that what you think? Is that what you think? Oi blud, calm, calm, calm Lyrics for lyrics, calm [Chorus: Skepta] Yeah, hear me on the radio, wah gwan? See me on the TV, hi mum Murk MCs when the mic's in my palm Lyrics for lyrics, calm Hear me on the radio, wah gwan? See me on the TV, hi mum Murk MCs when the mic's in my palm Lyrics for lyrics, calm [Verse 1: Skepta] Yeah, you got murked last week Couldn't even get a rewind, that's peak Couldn't get out your punchlines on time Now you wanna diss me? Oh blud, what a chief Sidewinder, you got air on the roads Eskimo Dance, you was spitting off-beat Lord of the Mics, you was spitting that heat But right now, your bars ain't on fleek You don't wanna clash me, you will get murked Bury MCs six feet in the dirt I know you saw the police outside You saw the blood on Devilman's shirt Got rude, that didn't work And your girl looks like she don't work Mental Man wouldn't beat that even if I was burst [Chorus: Skepta] Yeah, hear me on the radio, wah gwan? See me on the TV, hi mum Murk MCs when the mic's in my palm Lyrics for lyrics, calm Hear me on the radio, wah gwan? See me on the TV, hi mum Murk MCs when the mic's in my palm Lyrics for lyrics, calm [Verse 2: Skepta] Them man are fake, them man are sus I'm the boss these pagans wanna touch I'm the kind of boss that the opps gotta rush Cause I make it ring something like bells on the bus 1 on 1, fair and square, man are fucked Swinging out my sword, swinging out my nunchuks Running out of corn? Man'll get a gun buck Tell a pussyhole look sharp, fix up Where you from? Huh, what's wrong? What's going on? Why you got your screwface on? Dead that, forget that Diss track? Nobody wanna hear that song Better get your thinking hats on You don't wanna diss me, that's long Cause I'm a don, lyrically gone You want to clash but you're gonna get banged on [Chorus: Skepta] Yeah, hear me on the radio, wah gwan? See me on the TV, hi mum Murk MCs when the mic's in my palm Lyrics for lyrics, calm Hear me on the radio, wah gwan? See me on the TV, hi mum Murk MCs when the mic's in my palm Lyrics for lyrics, calm [Verse 3: Novelist] Yo, I'm a king, lyrically ming You want to clash but you're gonna get tucked in Drew for the buck ting when I bucked him And in the jawside's right where I bucked him Don't really care if you go to gym Get put down by the lead like drawing To kick your door in, anybody snoring When I bore in's gonna get a full face Full of piss you're in, deep shit you're in N-O-V-D-D-D that you're warring Not gonna be me that you're boring I'm gonna jack manaman, take your rings And all of your bling, Lewisham king It's not a ting to draw the ting if you wanna swing But if you get jooked, don't sing Not a long ting to do the hype ting [Chorus: Skepta] Yeah, hear me on the radio, wah gwan? See me on the TV, hi mum Murk MCs when the mic's in my palm Lyrics for lyrics, calm Hear me on the radio, wah gwan? See me on the TV, hi mum Murk MCs when the mic's in my palm Lyrics for lyrics, calm