DaVinChe, Skepta - Rider (Skepta) lyrics

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 or 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 IN-C
Yo, they’re some hating family
Never ever gonna be baiding family


They’ve got no bars
Call them man need more training family
Nope, they startfamily
Some 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 inna electrician and
Start tazing family we put holes in skins
Them man are some grazing family
I drop so much shit
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 squeezing, 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 nobody
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 pissed 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 wristwatch
Actually, 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
We come through on a "flee" 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 killing 'em
Dread" 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
Man see me on road and want arms
Tell dem "Shut your mout', there's no qualms"
Rudeboi, wipe ya lip, wipe the skwarms
Dem way dere, I wear my own garms
Man see me on road and want arms
Tell them "Shut your mout'
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 ain't 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 wanna be -, 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 rasclart Yamaha throttle
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 skengs
So you might buss one on a special occasion
Just stress out my brain, then it's a 38th
Special occasion
They'll be a lot of, banging and screaming
Kinda like a firework celebration, definitely

Danger, tell these babies there's no
Space in the manger 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 the microphone
These other man start dying
Mum dressed in black, everybody crying
Man diss me but I'm not replying
I'm not inna 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 pass 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 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 the shops in a minute
I repeat, that's out in the shops in a minute
Your wifey wants to link me cause
When you're doing 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
Clocks in a minute