West London

Crafty! ARE MANZ DUMB?! [Verse 1: Big Zuu] B-I, B-I... Flames on the riddim, big chef when I step through I'll need to wet youts Collect the bag when they check Zuu (Brap) Them man lack but I rhyme with the best moves (Ah) B-I-G, manna big inna di West (B-I, B-I) Speak with my chest See, the whole game got finessed Likkle bwoys try snitch to the ref (What?) Man I moved forward, and bruddas got left What they know about levs? (Uh) Fat boy, man, you know I get the belly on the regs' (Trust) They don't wanna war 'cause their niggas will dessert them Them bruddas only got jelly in their legs Prezi when I flex, who's heavy on the set? Young G been a vet, now they're paying me respects (Uh) Way too alive, never saying that I'm dead Bars weak on the mind Been spraying with the deaf They don't want me to blow Now I'm paying for my breath [Verse 2: K9] Fuck these folk Man, I’m old school like Nutz n Boltz Smell man stinkin', it must be Chro' Roll to the set in my cruddiest clothes And regurgitate all my gulliest flows (9) Any wasteman try get in my face (9) Lay man straight like a scaffolding pole Man I’m on a next ting, I ain’t battling bro 9, lyrical pro Boxing MCs like my name was Joe (Ah) I was so sick but they didn’t wanna care And they didn’t wanna know Left them brehs with a limited role Anywhere I roll, my niggas gotta go Man want features? Hit 'em with a no Man want beef? Just fill 'em up with holes Kill 'em with the flow (9) [Verse 3: Wiley] Swear to God, I murk MCs Even though I don't wanna hurt MCs I was born with the spirit, blud, I'm not a gimmick, blud Rude boy, I will Lil Durk MCs Nobody can't spray up anywhere when I'm 'ere Man better sit in their chairs when I'm 'ere All these MCs living in London I'm the only one who don't care when I'm 'ere Yo, man try skipping on man, I break skips Man try wearing the crown, I take wigs And I throw 'em in the river, stone-cold killer Don't care about fame on the road, I'm bigger It's long for a spitter Make a man tap, he's a quitter Man can't front like he's bigger I'll rip his head off, whole crew dead off Pack up my tools in the box and I get off [Verse 4: GHSTLY XXVII] Who's that? What's that? That's GHS GHS, I'm a top man Pull up on a block with a sweet one, no gang Mi nah business block mi nah drop top fam Manna hot boy, I don't wanna haffi hot man But I'm stacking up man like Jean Van Damme Pop off the ting like fizzy drink can Man I pop off the ting like fizzy drink, fizzy drink Who's that? GHS, GHS Papa grande, GHS, GHS Whole heap ah style, that's GHS, GHS I'm inna dancehall, GHS, GHS Foundation badness, GHS, GHS The gyaldem ah love GHS, GHS Bandolero, GHS, GHS How many times that's, that's [Verse 5: Direman] I'm here to be heard, that's a pun already Competition done already Man know me, I'm heavyweight Four bars, that's a ton already Let me give them a couple more I done told them a million times I'm rich with rhymes, these MCs are fucking poor Push me, I'm swinging like double doors Exit Got 'em shook like Brexit You man got something to say? Ring man, don't text it I'm not into the watching ting I ain't got no account on Netflix In this grime ting, I move like Messi Scientific, I'm simply effective