a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

skepta vs. devilman - lord of the mics lyrics

[round 1]

[devilman]
hold tight all the mandem inside the place
this is where it is happening yeah
skepta, devilman
this is the big clash right about now
this is how we’re doing it, wow
skepta, you look like you’ve got aids
you look like you’ve got hiv
you look like you’ve got gonorrhea all around your lips
‘cos you sucked out your mum’s punani
you look like you’ve got cancer
so clashing me is not the answer
so you’re better of going back to the strip club
carry on being a lap dancer
yeah, you’re not ready, you black somalian, you’re not ready
don’t even open your mouth blud
before you say something stupid and you get yourself buried
wow, you’re not ready, you bangladeshian, you’re not steady
you ethiopian excuse of an emcee
you better keep bullsh-t in your belly
yeah, it’s a 16 ting yeah

[skepta]
ok, yes man
i’m bringing him because i knew he was alright
let’s go, ok, skepta
i’m not scared of d.e.velopment
d.e.velopment ain’t in the mafia
not a tai omi ay wong sun carrier
devilman wouldn’t even jump over the train barrier
so how can he be a bad man
when he pars with about 25 pr-cks
if i get texas chainsaw m-ssacre
you will get freddy krueger part 6 and
final destination part 3
trust me i’ll push your wig back
this ain’t a fair clash it’s a mismatch
you see what i did to the other mcs on my diss track
how can i clash devilman?
devilman ain’t on my level man
after i murk devilman
put him with the other six, that’s seven man
give me a medal man, devilman, sekkle man
you’ll get eaten
in a lyrical war i can’t get beaten
’cause my lyrics are colder than sweden
so boy better know that it’s gun season
don’t think i’m wearing gloves for no reason
k!ll devilman and dump him in neasden
my name’s junior, it’s not steven
i’ll make your jawside look uneven

[devilman]
yo this is how we’re doing it yeah
that was big, that was big, that was big, that was big
go on then, go on then
this is how we’re doing it right about now yeah
wunsen
yo i’m like no other
try come clash me, please don’t bother
put skepta on the ground and dig out his eyes
and make him bawl for his mother
we don’t like each other
only ’cause i f-cked his baby mother
that b-tch was under the cover
she said the s-x was like no other
never judge a book by it’s cover
’cause i just leave a couple shots in your brother
and make sure i empty the clip in his face just to make sure the little pr-ck don’t recover
it doesn’t take long to discover, skepta smells like no other
when i asked him to p-ss in his face he was like, “go on then but pay me a lager”
it doesn’t take long to discover, skepta smells like no other
when i asked him to p-ss in his face he was like, “go on then but pay me a lager”
wunsen, wunsen

[skepta]
yo, draw for the tool, go on then, go on then
think i’m a fool? go on then, go on then
draw for the mash, go on then, go on then
still wanna clash? go on then, go on then
go on then wasteman! see? shook! go on then
i got war lyrics in my book, go on then, go on then
kiss my black foot, go on then
yo, signed up to the gym ’cause i heard man are looking for me and my mates
after i’m done with pumping the weights i’m gonna buy a stab-proof vest and put in the plates
i got so many stars and stripes i might buy a new house in the states
every compliment my head inflates
i roll deep but i don’t wear skates
and i don’t like him, or his friend
don’t make me have to bore his friend
go on then, bring around 2 of your friends
i’ll just bring around 3 of my friends
but not no mc friends
i’ll bring around a couple unknown guys from my ends
you hold mic, they hold leng, and the only spitting they do is phlegm
so what d’you mean, what d’you mean you fool?
go on then, go on then, draw for the tool
think that you’re hard but you’re soft like wool
l!ck a man in the jaw side with the stool
i’m a real shower man but i still look cool
white gold chain and an iced out jewel
but he couldn’t jack me ’cause i’m not ja rule
nah rude boy, what d’you mean?
go on then

[devilman]
wow, skepta
ah wah di r-ss
[?]
i never knew you sucked -rs-
you might as well f-ck a duck’s -rs-
you don’t want me to draw for the ting and make a boy run fast
bust your head with a pint gl-ss
about yeah i f-cked man’s -rs-, you will never last
i heard that you feel up mans when they’re in the bath
skepta makes me laugh
i gave him an ounce of skunk and he thought it was a 4 and a half
about £50 for a gram, you get £40 for .8 ’cause you took a blast
about £50 for a gram, you get £40 for .8 ’cause you took a blast

[round 2]

[skepta]
oh sh-t
oi big up the birmingham crew
north london representing right now, okay
yes blud, this is a real clash star
levels are way high, okay
big up my meridian tugs, lord of the mics part two
see the level i’m on he wants to reach this
’cause when i touch mic i’m the deepest
i’m the strongest, he’s the weakest
i’m on the a-list, you’re still struggling to get up on the c-list
chop devilman into pieces
i’m a showerman, you’re a p-n-s
and your whole crew stink like faeces
well now check the remix
see the level i’m on they wanna be on
’cause i’m a star and i shine like neon
lyrically gun a man down like leon
and he’s a battyboy, so there’s a lot of tings we can’t agree on
you got a big tune, put me on
i’m on a showerman ting, what’s he on?
come to your house in a ford orion
draw for tool, go on then
yo let me split devilman’s wig a likkle bit
’cause devilmans trying to get big a likkle bit
but guys in manny and brum know you thief your style off b-ssman and trigga a likkle bit
my style’s strong a likkle bit
you can’t scare me with wing chun a likkle bit
spit two bars, draw for the mash then tai omi ay wung sun a likkle bit
so don’t f-ck around, with junior
if you never knew, this is aftershock’s new shooter
sorry, aftershock’s new loser
terror danjah shoulda sent bruza
you know skepta, too much charisma
bill up devilman in a red rizla

[devilman]
carry on, carry on, carry on, carry on
alright then this is how we’re doing it yeah, you tried to bring mans into it and that
[?], okay then
yo, yo, skepta the chance of you beating me in this clash right now is reducing
i’m gonna make you wish that you stuck to producing
and you’re not even a good producer
your girl looks like medusa
basically that’s why i never ‘scuse her
when i see her i have to excuse her
if you don’t believe me ask bruza
or ask terror danjah
basically no make up can change her
skepta you’re a pr-ck, you’re not major
draw for the 12 gauge or 12 gauger
sum wung san malai pun yo tai omi ay wung sun
skepta’s a battyman
i will end your career like rattyman
if you want to take it further, and it’s war
chop off your head with a saw
i like to see blood and i need some more
eject [?] to the bottom of the floor
[?] chop her
when i see [?] stop her
if i had my gat i woulda
wun wun mai lung
i said shame on skepta
devilman’s burning a flame on skepta
couple shots get flamed on skepta
if he’s dead i’ll write my name on skepta
skepta’s a battyman!
shame on skepta
i’ll put the blame on skepta
make police find cocaine on skepta
that might just be more shame on him
skepta’s a battyman!

[skepta]
yo anytime you see me wearing a glove
boy better now i got the gun in my boxers
i don’t wanna send devilman to the doctors
i wanna win a mobo, then go for the oscars
there’s only one b-ssman
so i gotta l!ck down any impostors
l!ck off your head like guinness and fosters
can’t take skepta
yo ’cause it’s beef
shine the red beam at your t–th
i just like to cause trouble and grief
devilman can’t win lyrical beef
’cause he sh-tted in school and wiped his batty with a leaf
bare skidmarks on his brief
d.e.velopment, one big cheek
now he wants to come on lord of the mics telling people that you’re ’bout beef
you just tell tai omi ay wunsen lies
hate tai omi ay wunsen guys
they can’t even defeat me
s-k-e to the p-t, a when you face
your lips tai omi ay wunsen dry
you can’t even defeat me
s-k-e to the p-t, a when you face

[devilman]
come out the place before your heads get bit off
like a car you will get writ off
in half you will get split off
i don’t know where you been hearing that bullsh-t off
d.e.velopment busting off lyrics like kalashnikov
from long ranges mc’s get picked off
i got a chip on my shoulder
all i gotta do is let the chip off
yeah, that why you shouldn’t run your lip off
and you shouldn’t buss guns if you can’t fill the clip up
that’s why certain man slip up
don’t last long in a gunfight, manna get sh-t up
yeah, heads get pr-cked off
if i know where you live, doors get kicked off
then plenty of shots get l!cked off, bill a spliff then a hennessey gets lit up

[skepta]
yo, that’s why i sing all the songs i sung
i’ve been a street hustler from young
when i buy a 4 and a half, put a crumb on my tongue
wait for it to go numb
me and bossman we can never get stung
any funny business put the lead to his lung
can’t school me about whitney and (bobby)
i used to put 13 scores in my mouth, and start chopping up a next ounce with h
can’t chat to meridian about weight
devilman wouldn’t even know what to do with an eighth
he bought an 8 ball on the 24th
he still trying to move it on the 8th
devilman don’t know about tanitas with the batteries held in with sellotape blud
he would have thought he was looking at the date of birth when i put my food on the scales
when i get shift i start biting my nails
but i’ve never ever been an informer, never told tales
i roll with 4 black males
and the feds better lock us in separate jails
dizzee rascal should have phoned my phone
we regulate all the cl-ss a sales

[devilman]
this is the final
i will split skepta’s head with a vinyl
or tell him to suck his girls v-g-n-l
or pistol whip his stepdad lionel
you’re just a likkle pr-ck, so i’ll just box ya
two snooker b-lls then i socks ya
go get a s-xy b-tch to hold ya from a roof and give you a [?] before she drops ya
swiftly moving on
d.e.velopment, i get enough crops yeah
my lyrics hit you in your headtop instantly like when somebody pops ya
when i mc i get other mc’s p-ssed off like when a b-tch flops ya
let me tell you something about skepta’s girl yeah?
yo, yo, she had s-x too many times and tore her uterus
so she couldn’t have kids no more
bet it was the stress on her internal organs
they couldn’t take the stress no more
i’m not impressed no more
i don’t think that it usually gets pressed no more
funny that her chest is sore
i need to find a way to express this [?]

[round 3]

[skepta]
it’s not you it’s me
can’t diss me or my family tree
you’ll get a shank in your chest with my front door key
box in the face with my back door key
draw for the leng, k!ll an mc
i got a black ski mask but i don’t ski
and if you diss wiley or jme
i will come to your set like
what soundboy, who is it? who is it?
everybody get sprayed
i’m a hitman but i don’t get paid
two bullets in a wasteman’s skin fade
leave red stains on his clothes like cherryade
brand new duppies have to get made
make ya headtop explode like grenade
if you wanna draw for the blade
i will be like what devilman
who is it? who is it? who is it?

[devilman]
you don’t want me to burn the flame on
turn insane on
thunder, lightning and rain on
if you want war, then it’s game on
using your head i’ll bust a window pane on
it’s not hard to explain
make sure you get cracked like cocaine
make a man cut you up like sugar cane
i grow like a flower when it gets rained on
i bring the pain on
you can never train on the ground that i train on
you can never come around me with that chain on
end up with your head buss and your chain gone
couldn’t f-ck with me from day one
i got a black line, now i got a grey one
i play the game you don’t wanna play don
so it’s best that you just stay out of my way don

[skepta]
yo, skepta, roller
this is the war right now
yeah
let’s go, devilman, yo
don’t talk to me about karate
i will come to your birthday party
slap anyone i see taking charlie
onto the beef like a soldier from the iraqi
i’m with the slew dem army
my name’s junior, but when i see them pub guys
they try call me darky
so i fight for my right like marcus garvey
wearing a glove, boy better know i got the gun in my boxers
i don’t wanna send devilman to the doctors
i wanna win a mobo then go for the oscars
there’s only one b-ssman, so i gotta l!ck down any impostors
i’ll l!ck off your head like guinness and fosters
can’t take showerman for pocahontas

[devilman]
skepta, you’re not immaculate, you’re not elegant
you got messed up hormones like you’re pregnant
yeah, you’re not regular
you play division, i play premier
you probably got lyrics, but i got many-er
d.e.v, i’ve got fans in kenya
if you want a cd manna got ten ‘ere
just a likkle bit of wun mai pun senya
’cause i move too physical
lyrically critical
it’s just typical
from far from despicable
just like trainers my lyrics are pickable
like punani my style’s unl!ckable
when i’m on the radio i get transmittable
when i’m in a female then i get literal
no bullsh-t, yeah i mean literal

[skepta]
devilman draw for the ‘chete
bullets start dropping down like confetti
but i won’t bring a strap if the beef is petty
nah devilman, i just draw for the ‘chete
and i make your belly look like a bowl of spaghetti
leave his lip bust and his forehead sweaty
i’ll make him wish he never drawed the machete
go on, you think you’re ready?
go on then devilman, go on then, draw for the gatty
i’ll burn out your mouth like a salt fish patty
won’t bring a strap if you’re just a likkle batty
the machete will leave his t-shirt tatty
and i will make his belly look like a bowl of basmati
leave him with a sweaty forehead like a fatty
still wants to be a hot head like ratty
go on then, draw for the gatty, go on then

[devilman]
yeah, i will torture skepta like i play with toys
torture skepta like i play with toys
cover up his mouth so it don’t make noise
then go, make sure he’s tied to the bed
cut his face and bring force to his head and i dread
to see how much blood that i shed
because i know most of the blood comes from his head
my favourite colours are purple and red
so you might as well say that skepta’s dead
but i’m torturing skepta i’ll start from his head and go all the way down to the toes
rip out his scalp and then pull out his eyes and then stick a big pole up his nose
get rid of his clothes and burn off his toes, [?]
i love to torture sleeping hoes, get underneath their clothes
and see the [?] water flow, wung mai lung sun you will get skepta
you will get a wung mai lung den sung, you will get a wung mai lung sun
you will get a wung mai lung sun den jung win sen if you don’t show me where the bling is

[skepta]
oi skepta, why you k!lling off devilman for?
that’s the word on the road
i know showerman in my postcode
that will smoke two spliffs, go into devilish mode
turn around and shoot devilman in the face
skid around the corner, like yoshi and toad
so for your own good, trust me, you don’t want to see me on your road
nah you don’t want to see – go on then
shiiiit

- lord of the mics lyrics

Random Song Lyrics :

Popular