Scars (Remix)

[Intro: Skepta] Maximum, Karnage, Roll Deep right now Syer, Wiley, Skepta What! Nah man, nah man [Verse 1: Skepta] Bare wasteman wanna diss my tune Same wasteman wanna spit on my tune Wasteman bars can't fit on my tune Try hard, still sound shit on my tune Producers wanna bootleg my tune Clash me and end up dead on my tune Just a little reminder of my tune There was gunshots at Sidewinder for my tune [Verse 2: Wiley] Bang! I couldn't be a stupid man Bang! You better know I'm a money man Bang! You can't chat shit to me man Bang! Cah man ah real big mic man Bang! Wiley is a London man Bang! Gyal dem know I'm the man Bang! Know that I'm old school man Bang! Yeah who's hot on microphone stand [Verse 3: Syer B] Syer! The rudeboy with the fire Don't believe what you say you liar Told you before I'll leave you in the mire My time cuz your time has expire You're a skid mark, shit stain Wish you was in our lane Wish you could spit my way Wish you was in my boots [?] [Verse 4: Skepta] What you mean, what you mean, what you mean you fool Go on then, go on then, draw for the tool Think that you're hard but you're soft like wool Lick a man in the jaw side with a stool Gully skengman but I still look cool White gold chains and a I start drool But they can't jack me, I'm not Ja Rule Nah, rude boy what you mean, what you mean [Verse 5: Wiley] What you mean, I'm a bad boy not a goody-goody man I face the Boogieman, black Nike hoodie man Might come across bully man Watch me I play with my life, I'm a street kid fully man I'm a bad boy not a goody-goody man Face the Boogieman, black Nike hoodie man Might come across bully man Watch me I play with my life, I'm a street kid fully [Verse 6: Syer B] Yeah, what you saying that shit for Got a lot of [?] stacks in the war Syer Bars bust your neck in the war [?] your bags on the floor Suck your [?] through a straw You ain't worth the stress no more You shouldn't wear that dress no more [?] anymore [Verse 7: Skepta] Go on then, go on then, draw for the 'chete Bullets start dropping down like confetti Won't bring a strap if the beef is petty Nah family, I just draw for the 'chete Make you belly look like a bowl a spaghetti Leave your head bust and your forehead sweaty I'll make you wish you never drawed the machete Go on then, you think you're ready [Verse 8: Wiley] Tiger, see me affi creep on the riddim like a spider 'Nuff of them are my youth, 'Nuff of them are minor I'm a cold rider, gyal finder Now we gotta kill em with the 16 liner Draw for the niner You thought I was a first timer, I am the roll deep rhymer Watch, when I come I'm gonna be a chart climber Now we gonna kill 'em with the tiger [Verse 9: Syer B] Pussy! You're only big with your mates Pussy! You're only big in your game Pussy! You're only big on your estate Pussy! You don't bang no weight Pussy! You're only big with your mates Pussy! You're only big in your game Pussy! You're only big on your estate Pussy! You don't bang no weight [Verse 10: Skepta] Know yourself if you're not in the booth When I touch mic I only speak truth Run when you hear the dogs go, "woof woof" Don't care if you're a 12 year old youth Go on then, go on then, jump on the roof When you come down your head will get hoof Blud, you'll be missing more than one tooth Skepta, live in the flesh I'm proof [Verse 11: Wiley] It's Wiley and I'm gettin 'em hyper Get 'em dirty like a baby diaper Who's on the riddim, the lyrical sniper All bad boy dem fi flash your lighters It's gun season, millimeter Who want fi test them get defeater We bun fire upon all informer And we bun them with the red heat seeker [Verse 12: Syer B] Yeah! It's Syer B for bars You don't wanna see me with the smack and par I'll swing bars that will break your arm Tramp! You got holes in your garms I'm a white boy, not from the farm Live in a nice little barn in 'Narm I'm the greatest, you know wagwarn You ain't strapped, no meat on your arm [Verse 13: Skepta] I got love for the fam when I'm 'ere Drive on a two year ban when I'm 'ere Skepta's a fully grown man when I'm 'ere No baby buggy or pram when I'm 'ere Fifty pound for a gram when I'm 'ere Smoker poke a hole in a can when I'm 'ere You can't diss Bossman when I'm 'ere Represent Roll Deep man when I'm 'ere