Skepta Diss

Yo Skepta

Don't go in like sayin' you never phoned me, tellin' me I'm your favorite artist

Thats why you wanted to clash

Yo Skepta, don't talk shit, are you crazy? You cant come to my area

2015 got scarier, fuck off wit' your Malaria

Don't talk shit about me and my situation, with your bullshit instigation

The informing allegation got sorted, so if you're gonna send for me

If you're gonna say something, send for me properly

Saying shit everybody knows already, you took my flows already

And I heard that he said I'm at a hundred shows already

Your're lucky that this lil' kid never bust your nose already

I heard your send, you say that I'm nasty

But everybody knows already, I'm a dirty bastard, go and ask Jenny

Wanna talk about man showing face in my video

But yet still you don't wanna show yours

Why do you wanna see my peoples faces?

What the fuck do you get up to behind close doors?

You sound worse than you did years ago

A rematch and a clash, I'll merc you bro

Merc you on drum and bass, or merc you slow

Fuck Skepta, look at this turkey though

Leave a man with metal in jaws, I'm gonna keep settling scores

Skepta's pissed off 'cause I sold him a halfers of cheese

And he could only make four draws

Go on then, gimme a round of applause

Nong Xiaomi, Ni Ho, wun sen pars

I'm sure that most of the time you spit, you always use my bars, not yours

Yo, blud, what do you think this thing is? This ain't 2005

I don't give a fuck what plane that you fly

Might get something aimed at your eye

You ain't the microphone champion, that's a straight up lie

It's the Wunmi Xiaomi Xi Wun Sen Wun Sen, you know that's I

What you doing with them USA guys?

Transsexuals and bi's

Every other day, somebody dies

But today's Skepta's funeral

Leave a man's body in a cubicle

We all know that you don't wanna clash

So you try to bring up the past, but it's not gonna last

Get your head smashed with the glass

Now here's a little blast from the past

Everybody knows I'm like no other

Already merced off you and your brother

Lord of the Mics 2, if I was with my man

Then you would've hid under the cover

Jammer told me not to bring no one

'Cause he heard stuff about 0121

You don't know any serious guys in my ends

You haven't got a clue, don

You're only a vet by time

You're a popstar, you ain't a vet by grime

You've got a feature off Birmingham, man

But you've still never brought them through, that's fine

Don't worry, I'm gonna get my shine

You send was shit, you sound like you're losing it

Oi, Skepta, I'm not gonna lie, I respect ya

But your future, I'm choosing it

Okay then, come with the next flow

Twenty bags, Lord of the Mics, yeah, let's go

I've got the jet flow, please don't get upset, bro

You don't want it on a set though, let go

I'll push something in your neck slow

Merc you on bashment, grime, or techno

Think you could ever merc me? Heck, no

Straight up, no indirect, bro