Breakdown

[Intro] Breakdown Steel Banglez Presents Breakdown [Verse 1: Ghetts] I know what you really is Everyone wants to be the greaziest You might think that them man are hard But over 'ere we don't agree with it (nah) You got a strap? Sleep with it, cos I'll raise up the skeng And make sure you don't wake up again And let a nigga know who the real reaper is (me) If I want you dead, then you will be I ain't afraid to get dirt on my hands That's why they're absolutely filthy I'll leave a nigga in the Thames Floating down the embankment up to Tilbury Whoever you are you still bleed Run up on man, hold the gun up and bang (bang!) Lick down everyting Coffin, grave, skeleton Yeah, in that order and I know I do music, gang But please don't let that fool ya Yeah, I'm quick with words But when it comes down to it, I'm not a talker I got a temper, short, an apaller You ain't real, you're a fraudster Act hard but you ain't never had arms (what's that like?) Bodywarmer, I got a cold heart and a hot head But when I get mad it makes my body warmer I cross the line, you man are in a border [Hook: Big H] Why step in the ring? When I'm better than him? Can't you see he's never gonna win? Fam, you need to train in the gym Why step in the ring? When I'm better than him? Can't you see you're never gonna win? I won't fight, I will draw for the ting [Verse 2: Wiley] Eskiboy I wanna see my name live when I'm gone I'm gonna write it, put it in a song All the real fans, get busy It's been a while but I'm back, it's a rizzie I'm a mic man, if I get dangerous I'll start acting like I ain't famous Tell a man don't try and get in my way 'Cos I will put 'em all down, got big lyrics in containers Yeah, my name's Eski I was a young boy living by a vestry I know the mind of a king ain't empty Thank the Lord, I know that he blessed me My time's nearer, I see clearer, my ex calls me but I can't hear her Tell a whole fam don't get on my nerves when I'm at work I got moves to make sure I am a key bearer That's what I wanna hear when I walk through Tried to chat shit but I caught you I'm Wiley, I won't have a bar of it Had a flow but I made a star of it You ain't ready when I light up central Run up on a dance, start going on mental This dibby dibby soundboy is meant to know that he can't fuck around with a general I'm Grime lord with a black and white sword I swipe the mic quick when I stack up my thoughts Tell your team better back up your force Make life a tree and leave, pause Come out the place, you're too scared to run out the race That's why I'm a soldier I run rings around youngers and olders I got the UK sitting on my shoulders [Hook: Big H] Why step in the ring? When I'm better than him? Can't you see he's never gonna win? Fam, you need to train in the gym Why step in the ring? When I'm better than him? Can't you see you're never gonna win? I won't fight, I will draw for the ting [Verse 3: Big H] (Big H, Breakdown) You don't stand a chance, you don't stand a chance Won't ever see me sing and dance Can't talk to me, I was big in France Big in Italy, big in Spain, Big in Sweden, big in the game Big international, big gold chain H corporation, here we go again Big up North, I was big in Notts I don't wanna talk 'bout the cats and shots I don't wanna talk 'bout the cats and cops They were like, "H, bring me a box" I get sick sometimes, pull out the strap, commit two crimes Go to the studio, spit two rhymes H, UK streets are mines Look at the stuff they're selling Don't ask me 'cos I'm not telling Man wanna ask how much I'm getting Been a few funerals, never been a wedding Out to the MCs that all died I feel bad but I never cried, I feel bad but I never lied Best MC but I never tried How can he last one round? Punch in the face, you will drop to the ground Imagine me get clowned? Look, I don't wanna hear one sound What are they holding? That's not weight Can't see H, tell them wait New CD out, the new mixtape Please don't talk if you're gonna hate Breakdown [Hook: Big H] Why step in the ring? When I'm better than him? Can't you see he's never gonna win? Fam, you need to train in the gym Why step in the ring? When I'm better than him? Can't you see you're never gonna win? I won't fight, I will draw for the ting [Verse 4: P Money] (P, Breakdown) Are you really the gunman sort? No I'm not scared of the gunman talk, bro Come to my yard with a strap in my car I'll be the first person to make a gunman walk home Say it so clear, man think I talk slow Had a black one, wish I could've bought chrome Said I wanna bring these, my supplier said "Why this?" Cos it's like Roy Keane and Paul Scholes Tiptronic like Skepta's car You can manually man-handle the speed Or flip the button on the side that says "Auto" Aim off point and still hit a torso Me and beef are a crazy relationship Worse than the ones you'll see in any talk show Fuck these MCs, this scene's full of more pricks and pussyholes than a porno (Yo) This one's gonna end tragic It's all peakish when I grab it A wave of the black wand will turn you into a rabbit Hopping around as you panic Party popper, everybody better scatter when I bang it, Gun bucks will send your jaw into the attic If you're still standing stiff, a nasty gauge will send a man to a next planet Said I won't have it, no sympathy Man should've believed me when I said that I had it Put you in a box without any magic No alakazam, just blam you faggot I'm knowing for causing rackets with a racquet Shells will put a few holes in your jacket I'll make you vanish There's gonna be a sick round of applause when I start to clap it Breakdown [Hook: Big H] Why step in the ring? When I'm better than him? Can't you see he's never gonna win? Fam, you need to train in the gym Why step in the ring? When I'm better than him? Can't you see you're never gonna win? I won't fight, I will draw for the ting Breakdown