Skepta vs. Devilman

[Round 1]

[Devilman]

Hold tight all the mandem inside the place

This is where it is happening yeah

Skepta, Devilman

This is the big clash right about now

This is how we're doing it, wow

Skepta, you look like you’ve got AIDS

You look like you’ve got HIV

You look like you’ve got Gonorrhea all around your lips

'Cos you sucked out your mum’s punani

You look like you’ve got cancer

So clashing me is not the answer

So you're better of going back to the strip club

Carry on being a lap dancer

Yeah, you’re not ready, you black Somalian, you’re not ready

Don’t even open your mouth blud

Before you say something stupid and you get yourself buried

Wow, you’re not ready, you Bangladeshian, you’re not steady

You Ethiopian excuse of an emcee

You better keep bullshit in your belly

Yeah, it’s a 16 ting yeah

[Skepta]

Ok, Yes man

I’m bringing him because I knew he was alright

Let’s go, ok, Skepta

I’m not scared of D.E.Velopment

D.E.Velopment ain’t in the mafia

Not a Tai Omi Ay Wong Sun carrier

Devilman wouldn't even jump over the train barrier

So how can he be a bad man

When he pars with about 25 pricks

If I get Texas Chainsaw Massacre

You will get Freddy Krueger part 6 and

Final Destination part 3

Trust me I'll push your wig back

This ain't a fair clash it's a mismatch

You see what I did to the other MCs on my diss track

How can I clash Devilman?

Devilman ain't on my level man

After I murk Devilman

Put him with the other six, that's seven man

Give me a medal man, Devilman, sekkle man

You'll get eaten

In a lyrical war I can't get beaten

'Cause my lyrics are colder than Sweden

So Boy Better Know that it’s gun season

Don't think I'm wearing gloves for no reason

Kill Devilman and dump him in Neasden

My name's Junior, it's not Steven

I'll make your jawside look uneven

[Devilman]

Yo this is how we're doing it yeah

That was big, that was big, that was big, that was big

Go on then, go on then

This is how we're doing it right about now yeah

Wunsen

Yo I'm like no other

Try come clash me, please don't bother

Put Skepta on the ground and dig out his eyes

And make him bawl for his mother

We don't like each other

Only 'cause I fucked his baby mother

That bitch was under the cover

She said the sex was like no other

Never judge a book by it's cover

'Cause I just leave a couple shots in your brother

And make sure I empty the clip in his face just to make sure the little prick don't recover

It doesn’t take long to discover, Skepta smells like no other

When I asked him to piss in his face he was like, "go on then but pay me a lager"

It doesn’t take long to discover, Skepta smells like no other

When I asked him to piss in his face he was like, "go on then but pay me a lager"

Wunsen, wunsen

[Skepta]

Yo, draw for the tool, go on then, go on then

Think I'm a fool? Go on then, go on then

Draw for the mash, go on then, go on then

Still wanna clash? Go on then, go on then

Go on then wasteman! See? Shook! Go on then

I got war lyrics in my book, go on then, go on then

Kiss my black foot, go on then

Yo, signed up to the gym 'cause I heard man are looking for me and my mates

After I’m done with pumping the weights I'm gonna buy a stab-proof vest and put in the plates

I got so many stars and stripes I might buy a new house in the states

Every compliment my head inflates

I roll deep but I don’t wear skates

And I don’t like him, or his friend

Don’t make me have to bore his friend

Go on then, bring around 2 of your friends

I’ll just bring around 3 of my friends

But not no MC friends

I’ll bring around a couple unknown guys from my ends

You hold mic, they hold leng, and the only spitting they do is phlegm

So what d'you mean, what d'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 the stool

I’m a real shower man but I still look cool

White gold chain and an iced out jewel

But he couldn’t jack me 'cause I’m not Ja Rule

Nah rude boy, what d'you mean?

Go on then

[Devilman]

Wow, Skepta

Ah wah di rass

[?]

I never knew you sucked arse

You might as well fuck a duck's arse

You don't want me to draw for the ting and make a boy run fast

Bust your head with a pint glass

About yeah I fucked man's arse, you will never last

I heard that you feel up mans when they're in the bath

Skepta makes me laugh

I gave him an ounce of skunk and he thought it was a 4 and a half

About £50 for a gram, you get £40 for .8 'cause you took a blast

About £50 for a gram, you get £40 for .8 'cause you took a blast

[Round 2]

[Skepta]

Oh shitOi big up the Birmingham crew

North London representing right now, okay

Yes blud, this is a real clash star

Levels are way high, okay

Big up my Meridian tugs, Lord of the Mics part two

See the level I’m on he wants to reach this

'Cause when I touch mic I’m the deepest

I’m the strongest, he’s the weakest

I’m on the A-list, you’re still struggling to get up on the C-list

Chop Devilman into pieces

I’m a showerman, you’re a penis

And your whole crew stink like faeces

Well now check the remix

See the level I'm on they wanna be on

'Cause I'm a star and I shine like neon

Lyrically gun a man down like Leon

And he’s a battyboy, so there's a lot of tings we can’t agree on

You got a big tune, put me on

I’m on a showerman ting, what's he on?

Come to your house in a Ford Orion

Draw for tool, go on then

Yo let me split Devilman's wig a likkle bit

'Cause Devilmans trying to get big a likkle bit

But guys in Manny and Brum know you thief your style off Bassman and Trigga a likkle bit

My style's strong a likkle bit

You can't scare me with Wing Chun a likkle bit

Spit two bars, draw for the mash then Tai Omi Ay Wung Sun a likkle bit

So don't fuck around, with Junior

If you never knew, this is Aftershock's new shooter

Sorry, Aftershock's new loser

Terror Danjah shoulda sent Bruza

You know Skepta, too much charisma

Bill up Devilman in a red rizla

[Devilman]

Carry on, carry on, carry on, carry on

Alright then this is how we're doing it yeah, you tried to bring mans into it and that[?], okay then

Yo, yo, Skepta the chance of you beating me in this clash right now is reducing

I'm gonna make you wish that you stuck to producing

And you're not even a good producer

Your girl looks like Medusa

Basically that's why I never 'scuse her

When I see her I have to excuse her

If you don't believe me ask Bruza

Or ask Terror Danjah

Basically no make up can change her

Skepta you're a prick, you're not major

Draw for the 12 gauge or 12 gauger

Sum wung san malai pun yo tai omi ay wung sun

Skepta's a battyman

I will end your career like Rattyman

If you want to take it further, and it's war

Chop off your head with a saw

I like to see blood and I need some more

Ejecting your brain to the bottom of the floor

I'm coming in rough, rugged, and raw

No guns involved so I'm bringing my chopper

When I swing back nobody gwan stopper

If I had my gat I woulda come with the copper

Wun wun mai lung

I said shame on Skepta

Devilman's burning a flame on Skepta

Couple shots get flamed on Skepta

If he's dead I'll write my name on Skepta

Skepta's a battyman!

Shame on Skepta

I'll put the blame on Skepta

Make police find cocaine on Skepta

That might just be more shame on him

Skepta's a battyman!

[Skepta]

Yo anytime you see me wearing a glove

Boy Better Now I got the gun in my boxers

I don't wanna send Devilman to the doctors

I wanna win a MOBO, then go for the Oscars

There's only one Bassman

So I gotta lick down any impostors

Lick off your head like Guinness and Fosters

Can't take Skepta

Yo 'cause it's beef

Shine the red beam at your teeth

I just like to cause trouble and grief

Devilman can't win lyrical beef

'Cause he shitted in school and wiped his batty with a leaf

Bare skidmarks on his brief

D.E.Velopment, one big cheek

Now he wants to come on Lord of the Mics telling people that you're 'bout beef

You just tell tai omi ay wunsen lies

Hate tai omi ay wunsen guys

They can't even defeat me

S-K-E to the P-T, A when you face

Your lips tai omi ay wunsen dry

You can't even defeat me

S-K-E to the P-T, A when you face

[Devilman]

Come out the place before your heads get bit off

Like a car you will get writ off

In half you will get split off

I don't know where you been hearing that bullshit off

D.E.Velopment busting off lyrics like Kalashnikov

From long ranges MC's get picked off

I got a chip on my shoulder

All i gotta do is let the chip off

Yeah, that why you shouldn't run your lip off

And you shouldn't buss guns if you can't fill the clip up

That’s why certain man slip up

Don't last long in a gunfight, manna get shit up

Yeah, heads get pricked off

If I know where you live, doors get kicked off

Then plenty of shots get licked off, bill a spliff then a Hennessey gets lit up

[Skepta]

Yo, that's why I sing all the songs I sung

I’ve been a street hustler from young

When I buy a 4 and a half, put a crumb on my tongue

Wait for it to go numb

Me and Bossman we can never get stung

Any funny business put the lead to his lung

Can't school me about Whitney and (Bobby)

I used to put 13 scores in my mouth, and start chopping up a next ounce with H

Can't chat to Meridian about weight

Devilman wouldn't even know what to do with an eighth

He bought an 8 ball on the 24th

He still trying to move it on the 8th

Devilman don’t know about Tanitas with the batteries held in with Sellotape blud

He would have thought he was looking at the date of birth when I put my food on the scales

When I get shift I start biting my nails

But I've never ever been an informer, never told tales

I roll with 4 black males

And the feds better lock us in separate jails

Dizzee Rascal should have phoned my phone

We regulate all the class A sales

[Devilman]

This is the final

I will split Skepta's head with a vinyl

Or tell him to suck his girls vaginal

Or pistol whip his stepdad Lionel

You're just a likkle prick, so I'll just box ya

Two snooker balls then I socks ya

Go get a sexy bitch to hold ya from a roof and give you a kiss before she drops ya

Swiftly moving on

D.E.Velopment, I get enough crops yeah

My lyrics hit you in your headtop instantly like when somebody pops ya

When I MC I get other MC's pissed off like when a bitch flops ya

Let me tell you something about Skepta's girl yeah?

Yo, yo, she had sex too many times and tore her uterus

So she couldn't have kids no more

Bet it was the stress on her internal organs

They couldn't take the stress no more

I'm not impressed no more

I don't think that it usually gets pressed no more

Funny that her chest is sore

I need to find a way to express this

[Round 3]

[Skepta]

It's not you it's me

Can't diss me or my family tree

You'll get a shank in your chest with my front door key

Box in the face with my back door key

Draw for the leng, kill an MC

I got a black ski mask but I don't ski

And if you diss Wiley or Jme

I will come to your set like

What soundboy, who is it? Who is it?

Everybody get sprayed

I'm a hitman but I don't get paid

Two bullets in a wasteman's skin fade

Leave red stains on his clothes like cherryade

Brand new duppies have to get made

Make ya headtop explode like grenade

If you wanna draw for the blade

I will be like what Devilman

Who is it? Who is it? Who is it?

[Devilman]

You don't want me to burn the flame on

Turn insane on

Thunder, lightning and rain on

If you want war, then it's game on

Using your head I'll bust a window pane on

It's not hard to explain

Make sure you get cracked like cocaine

Make a man cut you up like sugar cane

I grow like a flower when it gets rained on

I bring the pain on

You can never train on the ground that I train on

You can never come around me with that chain on

End up with your head buss and your chain gone

Couldn't fuck with me from day one

I got a black line, now I got a grey one

I play the game you don't wanna play don

So it's best that you just stay out of my way don

[Skepta]

Yo, Skepta, Roller

This is the war right now

Yeah

Let's go, Devilman, yo

Don't talk to me about karate

I will come to your birthday party

Slap anyone I see taking Charlie

Onto the beef like a soldier from the Iraqi

I'm with the Slew Dem army

My name's Junior, but when I see them pub guys

They try call me darky

So I fight for my right like Marcus Garvey

Wearing a glove, Boy Better Know I got the gun in my boxers

I don't wanna send Devilman to the doctors

I wanna win a MOBO then go for the Oscars

There's only one Bassman, so I gotta lick down any impostors

I'll lick off your head like Guinness and Fosters

Can’t take showerman for Pocahontas

[Devilman]

Skepta, you're not immaculate, you're not elegant

You got messed up hormones like you're pregnant

Yeah, you're not regular

You play division, I play premier

You probably got lyrics, but I got many-er

D.E.V, I've got fans in Kenya

If you want a CD manna got ten 'ere

Just a likkle bit of wun mai pun senya

'Cause I move too physical

Lyrically critical

It's just typical

From far from despicable

Just like trainers my lyrics are pickable

Like punani my style's unlickable

When I'm on the radio I get transmittable

When I'm in a female then I get clitoral

No bullshit, yeah I mean literal

[Skepta]

Devilman draw for the 'chete

Bullets start dropping down like confetti

But I won't bring a strap if the beef is petty

Nah Devilman, I just draw for the 'chete

And I make your belly look like a bowl of spaghetti

Leave his lip bust and his forehead sweaty

I'll make him wish he never drawed the machete

Go on then, you think you're ready?

Go on then Devilman, go on then, draw for the gatty

I'll burn out your mouth like a salt fish patty

Won't bring a strap if you're just a likkle batty

The machete will leave his T-shirt tatty

And I will make his belly look like a bowl of Basmati

Leave him with a sweaty forehead like a fatty

Still wants to be a hot head like Ratty

Go on then, draw for the gatty, go on then

[Devilman]

Yeah, I will torture Skepta like I play with toys

Torture Skepta like I play with toys

Cover up his mouth so it don't make noise

Then go, make sure he's tied to the bed

Cut his face and bring force to his head and I dread

To see how much blood that I shed

Because I know most of the blood comes from his head

My favourite colours are purple and red

So you might as well say that Skepta's dead

But I’m torturing Skepta I’ll start from his head and go all the way down to the toes

Rip out his scalp and then pull out his eyes and then stick a big pole up his nose

Get rid of his clothes and burn off his toes, [?] his face will show

I love to torture sleeping hoes, get underneath their clothes

And see the [?] water flow, wung mai lung sun you will get Skepta

You will get a wung mai lung den sung, you will get a wung mai lung sun

You will get a wung mai lung sun den jung win sen if you don't show me where the bling is

[Skepta]

Oi Skepta, why you killing off Devilman for?

That's the word on the road

I know showerman in my postcode

That will smoke two spliffs, go into devilish mode

Turn around and shoot Devilman in the face

Skid around the corner, like Yoshi and Toad

So for your own good, trust me, you don't want to see me on your road

Nah you don't want to see - go on then

Shiiiit