Morph

[Intro] They're definitely gonna hate me now Yo You're in tune to Hardrive Volume 1 Big up Double S, Griminal, Youf, S-Kid, Messy, Chipmunk, Little Dee, and P Money Ayy [Verse 1: Double S] I'm like Double, I'm ahead of the race My flow's so hot, you can even feel the rays I did up my lace and now Double's setting the pace The way I spit over the claps, the kicks and the bass Man try come on a hype, you'll get waste Them man are pants, 32 waist I'ma drop it simple and plain Double's so fire, I leavе the mic in flames So fix up your face, I'll switch up thе place You know me, Double, I be down to amaze The way I skip and spit [?] I leave n****s soft like they're sucking on eggs If grime was a drug I would be Class A But youts wanna play like say they [?] 'Bout better than who? You ain't better than me Man, I move fast forward and you man are gay [Verse 2: Griminal] Yo, yo, about going on sho No, we be going on raw Like dun know Griminal's going on tour Going on theirs and going on yours Still I don't know what he's going on for Going on like star, you're better than Griminal Wait for the CD go in all stores Press play, then it's not going on pause What mixtape? No, I'm not going on yours All of the big bars going on mine She likes the way that I'm flowing on grime I put in the work like I'm going on tours There's so many MCs going on raw Skepta's on some Freddy Krueger Devilman's on some Chainsaw Massacre So I'm gotta get the combo of them, Saw [Verse 3: Youf] What's the word on the road? The word on the road is I could kill two birds with a stone Even leave with like two thirds of the flow Just to take the mick, I'll murder you slow, not quick I'll lava your class, I'm sick I'm like "prick, I'm in a league of my own" Hardrive Entertainment, the entertainers So I brang the team that I own That's right, yeah, I brang the team that I own And yep, we'll lyrically lick a man down No homo, straight up lick a man down Kyomi hai wun sun don't mess around If Devil don't speak up, man ah get beat up No long ting, I raise the D cup Heat up, heat up, pussy, don't speak up 'Cause man'll lift man off his feet, cuz [Verse 4: Messy] Been waiting for a beat like this for ages Yeah, I'm that guy that's better than your favourite Never had a level that's basic, my name is An understatement to what I'm doing on pages Your best bet doing a straight bit You best get to it, I make hits [?] out of the box And my flows on lock like I put 'em in cages I'm blowing up The whole game's watching me detonate I'm out-boxing you featherweights I'm fly like I levitate I'm fire, got the whole game [?] I've got a murderous flow Can't touch me, I'ma male virgin a bro You'd be top ten with a third of my flows Bike robbing, I'm certain to go [Verse 5: S-Kid] Who are you? I'm not having it None of them rasclart ready for the kid Who wan' fi test us, wig get split See me rolling by (look by) Not Bond, I'm a golden guy (look, guy, look) [?] only S-Kid finds Screw, I'll punch up a guy We'll turn to your friend, bitch, run for your life On the track, you'll lose your life On the track, they'll lose their lights I'm onto the bruising ting Call me mixtape murder, I'm sick with a knife S-Kid's over-precise I'm hot, salt, peppers and spice And yeah, I'm gone with the flow like –figure deal, how do they know? [Verse 6: Chipmunk] Yo, yo, about going on greedy No, I be going on easy 'Cause your girlfriend got my CD Chips, I'm a general something like Levy I've got youngers wanting to be me But acting like they're ready for the Chip Same kids chatting 'bout "wait for his CD" I'm already waiting to piss on a div Div, I've been going on sho Going on fast, not going on slow I'm not going on tour, I'm still in the ends But I'll move units for the dough You're going on semi, I'm going on pro Going on heavy, [?] Chipmunk, I'm in a league of my own Can your group dem level my level? That's no [Verse 7: Little Dee] I can tell by your mixtape, you've got no plans Me and the engineer go rounds So I'm moving so fast Guy's in the passenger seats like "Oi, Littles, slow down" I've got love for the streets, we hold hands But we don't bang to a slow jam We bang in the rave when it's so ram So you better look after your gold, fam Blast him, take after my old man You don't put in the work, you goal-hang Oi, I've got the chro', £130 for an O [?] there's no sand Little Dee rolls deep like Wiley, Danny and Flowdan It's Little Dee, far from a little G It's Little Dee, far from a little G [Verse 8: P Money] You should know (know), I'm a lyrical killer with flow (flow) You can tell by the way I rip shows (shows) I'm out for gold (gold), I keep doing the raves And getting paid with cheques is how to throw dough I'm a pro (pro), something like a Mercs, not a Volvo [?] on my rings look so cold There goes all my gold flow When I'm hearing breddas tryna copy me, I'm like no, no No, no, what did he say? Somebody tell me, what did he say? Thinking he's hard, I'll liff up my top Put the ting to his head like "what did you say?" Hold on, cuz, what did he say? Somebody tell me, what did he say? Thinking he's hard, I'll liff up my top Put the ting to his head like "what did you say?" Cuz