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lirik lagu davinche - rider (skepta)

some manors don’t like me
cause i say i’m the king of grime, so time after time i show man
i will never let no man diss the programme
over and over again i prove that
any radio show, any dvd, any stage show man
put me up against gimmicks, sound effects, skippy flow man
don’t think that you’re cold
you’re not ready for the snow man
you don’t want drama, trust me i get hot like lava
so in point in the war
the government want to find out if i’ve been chatting to osama
skepta the k i n g, man start panicking when i mc
yeah, j a rules, but it’s boy better know, it’s not murder i n c

yo, they’re some hating family
never ever gonna be made in family
they’ve got no bars
call them man need more training family
nope, they start…family
so one-minute-remaining family
and they got no cars
some tesco’s bag on their head when it’s raining family
my family are some money-making family
start behaving family, i turn in the electrician and start tazin family
we put holes in skins, them man are some grazing family
i drop so much sh-t, them man are still straining family
boy better know, i’m, i’m
i said boy better – yo yo

i’m not a snake but you don’t wanna clash this python
cause when i start squeezin fam i make mcs wanna resort to violence
i’m a heavyweight like mike tyson
and i’m the king of the ring like rocky
that’s why i don’t watch n0body
got old school mcs sayin “we need some more girls in here”
like it’s olly olly olly
i’m ready for the war anytime when it kicks off
that’s why my enemies are p-ssed off
i’ll be the best grime artist
even if i made an album with a punjabi hit-squad
clash me, i’ll make you jump like kris kross
make a man know, that i’m not a nimrod
and if you still don’t know what time it is…
check out my ed hardy wristw-tch

actually, check out the jeans, ed hardy factory
some dumb ed hardy creps, walkin with a dumb ed hardy bop
i got so much ed hardy clothes
i could open my own ed hardy shop
but, you man are dry like you ain’t creamed before
i shop in a place you ain’t seen before
the ed hardy dan wearing some ed hardy watches you ain’t seen before
i’m peaking, me and stryder come through on a “flea” ting
your shopkeeper, he knows it’s a p-ting
walk in the shop on a d double e ting
like “yo boss it’s me again, yes it’s me again”
show me your new ed
my garments, cost an arm and a leg
man are like “skeppy, you’re k!ll em dred”
taliban stylee, we kamakaze, too much style for the party
and if it’s not a boy better know or star in the hood t-shirt
then it’s gotta be ed hardy

why? cause i wear my own garms
might see me on road, i want arms
told dem “shut ya mouth, there’s no qualms”
rudeboi, wipe ya lip, wipe the skwarm
dem way dere, i wear my own garms
might see me on road, i want arms
told them “shut ya mouth, there’s no qualms”

check this, yo
say what i want? say what i like
let me spit the real ghetto gospel into the mic
no word of a lie, no hype
lotta these mcs couldn’t be badboys on the road
so they picked up the pen and paper, tried to get a little stripe
but i ain’t in it
you see they diss us, but they hate us

they wanna say my name in a lyric
you make an album to show your talent, but instead
ghetts made freedom of speech and said my name every two minutes
man wanna go to the mountain
go to shows on a tour bus
next time make an album, not a cd fulla war dubs
and if you want a beef —, just call us
i’m like call us now
118, call us now
boy better know, that’s the label now
left dem yutes in a cradle now
left dem with no milk in a bottle
man wanna f with the team til i grip on the ting
like a —, got yamaha trottle
god knows i don’t wanna fight and quabble
but man keep testing my patience
tell a&e make way for the patients
azzy man’s gots a lot of powerful skenks
so you might buss one on a special occasion
just stress out my brain, then it’s a 38th, special occaision
they’ll be a lot of, banging and screaming
kinda like a firework celebration, definitely

danger, tell these babies there’s no sp-ce in a major
anybody get rude, i send for the head top rearranger
go home and do the math
i’m jme multiplied by maxwell ranger
way too serious
and if you don’t wanna get taken away don’t talk to the stranger
man better tell the truth and stop lying
everybody knows when dutty skepta touch up the microphone
these other man start dying
mum dressed in black, everybody crying
man diss me but i’m not replying
i’m not in an indirecting and slying
lot of these mcs
thinking they’re gonna get rich but they all die tryin’

war me, record me
lights, camera, action
who produces anthem after anthem?
skepta, the microphone champion
some people can’t see that you can’t win a lyrical war with me
so i’m gonna call this one lord of the mics, part 3
and murder another 25 mcs
so dig me a larger grave
spray my ting like aftershave
it’s gonna be a par today
when your heartbeat stops and you p-ss away
trust me, it’s all easy to me
i’m champagne, you’re lambrini to me
dunno why you’re talkin greazy to me
when i’m rodney price

yo, i said all this laughing stops in a minute
letting off 28 shots in a minute
ringing up reggie and potts in a minute
roll up to your ends, 9 o’clock precisely
and make sure everybody drops in a minute
man are gonna run like fox in a minute
eff an hourly rate, i make lots in a minute
r u dumb four, that’s out in a shops in a minute
i repeat, that’s out in a shops in a minute
your wifey wants to link me cause when you’re doin your ting
your ting flops in a minute
balligan’s out of the box in a minute
solo’s out of the box in a minute
my mandem’s out of the box in a minute
start looking at your watches and clock in a minute

- lirik lagu davinche

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