Lyrical Combat

[Verse 1: Giggs]

Isn’t he a stunter?

My yout', is he on the jumper?

Dumper, dumper, better hit the bunker

Cocaine; nigga’s just a punter

Puncture, puncture, I just got a puncture

Got a little brownin', everybody wants her

I just left a function, got a little drunker

Sippin’ on that Cognac, little bit of ganja

Jumpman, jumpman, nizzy in the jumper

Got a pump action, listen when it thunder

Thumper, thumper, thumper

Knowing those plates ain’t legit on the bumper

Bumper, dumper

Slam dunk, I’m a dunker

Get your cheques in, you get your little lump sum

You little prick or get your nigga lumped up

Younger, younger, nigga was a younger

Always with a borer, nigga was a lunger

Never had no paper, nigga was a sponger

Always on a madness, nigga was a bungser

Sleeping, slumber

Got your nigga’s number

You little pricks, man’ll put you niggas under

Yeah I was a blick little nigga, wah da bumba?

Drop man, sick man, kick him like a kickstand

Come with that stick that’s kicking like IP Man

Hollowman, hitman, holla man, quick fam

All of them girl want Hollowman’s wristbands

Hollow got 'em sinking, Hollow got the quicksand

Any feature, Hollow takes the piss, fam

Taking all your chocolates, lemme get your crisps fam

Bully in the playground, kicking all the kids down

Niggas invested, nigga’s obsessed with

Lickin’ this TEC in niggas' intestines

Niggas is destined, this is his destiny

Niggas get sniping, niggas get Wesley

Nigga so wet that nigga just wet me

Niggas all Nesquik, niggas is Nestlé

Niggas just pest man, niggas so pesty

Niggas get popped, blud, drizzle like Pepsi

[Verse 2: Dubz]

Nigga I’m on that, physical contact

Contract’s official, judicials are on track

Long strap combat, kick like Ong Bak

Residuals on tact, you miserable wombat

Deliver the strong crack, gorillas are strong back

The spinners are compact, you niggas don’t want that

For dinner, it's long, ahk

Want dinners? I’m on track

Not ticking, I want cash

Listen, it’s not that

I’m on business, merging

Feds in prison and birding

Earners earning, flipping and turning

Got the neighbours twitching that curtain

It’s okay though, I'm still serving

I got the mash still ripping that bird in

I got the bag, can't fit in that sterling

One slap, man spin and man whirlwind

Lab rats, living like vermin

Matte black whizzer, that’s German

When I pat, that kitty gets purring

And I stab my dick in, that's squirting

I’m surfing, for certain

So many verses that they can’t verse with

Can’t get their head around it, can’t turban

Might get cheddar out, start churning

My living is illegal

Ard Doe, I’m beginning on a sequel

Artist, only thing I’m missing is the easel

Niggas doing cartwheels dipping from the evil

'Til the filth come sniffing with the Beagles

When they should be nicking all the paedos

Violate, and I’m visiting your peoples

Pop pop pop, and you niggas is the weasels

Man turn tables, lifting up the needle

Man pop tarts, man’s sticky with the treacle

Man pop darts, man’s tripping in the Beetle

Man is real like a nigga was a Hebrew

Staying in jungle, visit in to Seaview

With couple yard man, whipping on an eagle

You could go missing if you need to

Fishing in the sea too, ditch him in the deep blue

[Verse 3: CASISDEAD]

Yeah, man have got pills, and powder

Selling that chowder, man are like “Yowzas”

Grams in my trousers

We left the house with about four ounces

In the ting powered by M Power

Air full of high octane and sour

Out here when it’s baking, making bread out of flour

Way out of town in the sticks

Sick of these sycophants -  sickening. Stick em' with six staffs' -cripple man!

Niggas putting out the same shit, yeah, we sick of that

Psychopath pickled in Courvois and Yac

And the triggerman all part of the bigger plan

“Oh, what you saying? You just being the bigger man?”

“You just doing you? How’d you figure, fam?”

You fuckers insignificant, kicking like Liu Kang, this thing’s different

This take off’s magnificent, merking

You’re a little ting, different

This situation getting sticky, chatting to this bimbo, she’s giving me a stiffy

We made the car smell iffy

And nah she never gets lippy

Sipping on spirits, spots in the city

£60 of diesel in this German beast

I’m swerving the police, I’m busy

Busy body, she’s preeing the seat, she

Felt the need to say that she'd never heard of me

But then again for real she also said

She didn’t know that cows came in burgundy

It’s all unfolding perfectly

This weed’s working, going through my circuitry

Spent so long in purgatory

I’m part of the furniture, it’s cool, no urgency

I’m paralytic, permanently

My vision’s blurred but got this bird in Bermondsey

And she’s a certainty

I’m hurting certainly, not inadvertently

I’ll leave her in emergency

With broken vertebrae, is she gonna learn today?

I ain’t prepared to sway

You ain’t prepared for this, it’s fair to say