Eediyat Skengman 2 (Stormzy Send)

But like, obviously like
When man would do the marjay and that
Like, dyou get me Like (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
So no disrespect, yeah
No disrespect bruv
Your mums a d*ckhead blud
D*ckhead
D*ckhead blud
Ask your mum where she knows me from
Broski Im the coldest don
Where was you when you wrote this song ?
You was looking for a motive don
Ive done more for you than your dad has
You didnt chief my dad so dont backtrack
My little bro shouldnt have sent and thats facts
But now its me you gotta face
Mike, you aint slapping anybody in the face
I will spray up your house and be proud
Whole street lookin cause the shots dem are loud
Tell all your mandem better sit back down
Cause this MAC-10 aint got a friend in town
Kick all the doors off, even your mums one
Hold on, you and your mum owe me a lump sum
Hold on , you and your mum should come see me
Bring a suitcase of money cah its like you wanna be me
Dead, all informer fi dead
Youre caught up in a circle of bread
If I see your mum down Croydon market
Im gonna rip that weave off her head, dead
Man cant bully my dad
If they ever try a ting like that, dem man dead
Theyve all tried killing me dad , I aint dead
Rasta, ballhead, skinhead and dread (Yep), nuff said
But you cant get your new gyal out of your head
Heard shes a goer from the likkle mandem
Thats something that I shouldnt have said
Its not my business in fact
You gotta keep your image intact
This is grime, this aint rap
Come and get your boy off the ropes, no cap
Me, the career resurrector
You wouldnt be nothing without Skepta
The Wiley Flow was just a par but
Revenge is sweet just like nectar
Im Achilles, youre Hector
I could win it both ways, G , I bet ya
Im outside, ready for the outside
Sayin 'Wheel it up, my selecta'
Bro called me, took him a brick
He said, 'Clash Stormzy? Wots all this ?'
I said, 'With Big Mike? It shouldnt be this
But, without us, he wouldnt exist'
That remix was taking the piss
All dem man, they was taking the piss
Next time, none of you are faking the mix
You aint from the village, youre a fake in the bits
Delightful, go beat your jaws on your tour but
Michael, Mayas not yours anymore
Youre not on the dance floor anymore
Im somebody that you cant ignore anymore
Club night, bring 24 in, raving in foreign
Your mandem aint sure anymore
This is grime, my bruv , its not four to the floor
All my war dubs, dem are awkward and more
You dont wanna see me get crazy, Mike
My mind works well, its not lazy, Mike
Everybody thinks that grime is neeky
Til man rise the ting like Crazy Mike
I aint chattin for the fun its not Laser, Mike
Better sit down bout you wanna raise it, Mike
So many people try to flex
You cant bringEd round ere, save it Mike
I said this ting aint really meant for you
I dunno why aint nobody sent for you
You owe the dons that put you on
I swear they should be collecting rent from you
My brudda, some of us, we cant be controlled
I laid foundation for the keys you hold
If you dont stop moving funny around us
Ill change the locks, now your keys are old
If its urban, its all mine, shut up
Cant tell me nothing cause I came from the gutter
Before you was trying to bread and come across like a nutter
Now youve gone soft like butter
Its a shame, me and you are friend but you wanna move lame
Two twos you know we aint the same
I run the show, yes, I run the game
Get out my way, ay