Morgue

[Intro: Riko Dan, Brazen]

Ya you 'ear me? (Ya you 'ear me?)

Ya see the Roll Deep Entourage (Entourage)

Nah bad [?] long talkin' business round wi yuh know (Bare shot you haffi pick up)

Bare shot you haffi pick up (Boy, listen, yeah)

[Verse 1: Brazen, Scratchy]

I'm griming them out, timing them out

So let me just teach you what rhyming's about

Them 9mm's out, them 9mm's out

So let me just teach you what shooting's about blud

I'm sniping them, out sniping them out

So let me just teach you what sniping's about

This all happens when we're around

So get down you (Yeah) don't want to get beaten about, boy (Brap-brap)

[Verse 2: Scratchy, Wiley]

Smoke weed, just chill out (Chill out)

I'll make you bleed and blood spill out (Spill out)

I'll make you see blud, I'll take your grill out (I'll take your grill!)

Here I go, I take a bill out (Hundred pounds!)

In your whip I think you're being too spun out (Spun out, oi)

In the street you think you're mean you bring your gun out ([?], boy, boy)

You're not mean no man, you bring one out (Woo)

I bring two out, take your whole crew out (Yo)

[Verse 3: Wiley]

I bring two out, take your whole crew out

You ain't got a clue out here, you're just new out

I've got the brand new Nike shoe out

Oi where's Wiley gone? He just flew out

Everybody's trying to clash, they got blew out

My flow's real tight, too tight like a Jew hat

Beefs and wars on road, guess I've had a few out

I got stabbed and, that was my cue out

Work on albums two years, put two out

Willy's got a strong mind like where are you at?

You're not ready, brother, I will take you out

In this whole scene I'm like glue out

Watch Eskiboy, don't pull my view out

I've been there from day, I'm not new out

Treddin' On The Ice, my album it's new out

I'm looking at the shelf, I can't see you at

But you can see me at, I'm what you want to be at

I'm protected to the T, out

So don't mess with me out, C and D out

Chat a lot of crap, can't take E3 out

Come into the manor and take your wifey out

She likes me nuff, she said she psyches me out

Kylie, Daniel, baby just three out

Girls come around and they pick us three out

I'm not being funny, it's only because you're Wiley

You can't put me down or push me out

The confidence levels are buzzing like a bee out

I am who I am, tough luck, I'm me, out

Ain't nothing long if I got to make a G out, making a P out you won't trade me out

Open your eyes you still can't see me out

Wiley's reppin' again because I'm a G out

You can't be out here, like me out here

Can't see out here, YC out

I bust Tai Chi out, R6 with me out

G spark, tinted out, minted out

Plus I got three cars and I lend all three out

Wanna go and get a brand new A3 out

I run the game there's no stopping me out

Fist to fist blud, you will never knock me out (Never, never, never)

Tiger, knee out, doomsday spray out

Mum can I play out? I might just stay out

Girls on my line, there's no delay out

Call me a stop-out, I got the new Ice watch out

Had a meeting with Dash from the Rockout

It was interesting, block out the nosy people who try

Know a lot, this ain't your business so please don't pop out

The hood what

[Verse 4: Breeze]

Man new, who the fuck brang you

What the fuck you doing coming round here slewin'

Tag you and did your boy drag you and did he drag you here for a quick parting

I cave anybody in the path in, if you ain't on it blud then stay the rass in

On doors ready to start blasting

Hot metal will burn your raw skin

Shrapnel'll turn you outside in (In)

This ain't your beef but you got tied in (Tied in)

Turn your corner to throw the towel in

No long ting, I stab your bowel in (Bowel in)

I'm from the back row, not shaolin

You and your captain will get smacked in (Smacked in)

And you thought Breeze weren't on slewin'

Stop you in your tracks, stop what you doing

[Verse 5: Trim]

Wannabe, wanna do, wanna get slewed

Wanna be tug but tug ain't you

Wanna rhyme, want a 9, wanna try Trim

Wanna win, never win, never gonna win

I'll be in your skin like melanin

I'm telling him his flow stinks and I'm smelling him

No my friends are who's belling him

Wouldn't surprise me your friends are telling him

Blud you're not anything, boost his adrenaline, anything

Test a wannabe specimen

And it's us man dressing him

Us real (Real) thugs impressing him

Now he smokes drugs (Drugs) 'cah we're stressing him

First time for everything

He gets choong and then becomes anything

We laugh, for self pleasuring

But to him, these moments are near treasuring

Answer for everything

You won't win, not a chance, you're anything

Move his skin, kick your arse break everything

Here to win never last we threatening tunes we stepping in

On the track I settle in

Backchat we're wrestling

He's big, I'm caressing him

Trim's big beyond measuring

I got an answer for everything