P Money - The Dub lyrics
[P Money - The Dub lyrics]
Oi oi blud
You're on a joke ting, rude boy yo
I'm back with another one, shooting again
Similar to 50 when I slew Many Men
Killing yourself ain't gonna work you chief
Look at your skin colour, you ain't Eminem
Everybody said Ghetts went in twice
But, I ain't heard nothing to take a defence
How could you say you'll pay studio time
This is my grime scene and you owe me rent
I'm the one that's making it sense
Doing that dub didn't make any sense
It's only made people realise what
I was saying time ago
You're a prick in the ends
I ain't gonna rush to bring this to an end
I sent years ago, this is your revenge
You ain't an artist, you're an actor
You're the hood
You're only bad to your friends
I'm not blind, I'm bright, I'm blinding
You're not sick, let me give some reminders
This guy thinks he can beat me
When he couldn't even beat Bashy
When he was freestyling
Silence, I put out way more
Fire than a fireman
You ain't got a deal, stop hyping
You're lying
That's a Jobseeker's form you're signing
Honestly I don't know why you done that
Now no one here believes your gun chat
Wait, you stole a laptop then gave it back
Which kind of gunman does that?
Where's your Ar-Ar-Artillery?
When you got man smacking you
Up like a rugrat
And kicking off that door to your mum's flat
How could you still talk
Like you're a badman?
Seriously, do you think you can have man?
You let a man get away with that
But, you still spit like you deal
With war like an Afghan
Liar, never in your life did you stab man
Public execution when I hang man
Allow it, I thought you was a madman
Turns out you're a lyrical schizophrenic
Madman
But, you know, I'm glad that you done that
You wanna throw two dubs, I will throw back
I heard from jail you still owe
One or two man a blowjob
That's why you don't wanna go back
What? Snitch on who? You're so gassed
He ain't gonna react like he did with Bashy
Now he's thinking, "how does he know that?"
Because he's a batty boy, know that
Skadoosh in your face, hold that
Now you wish that you never wrote that
I don't wanna hear so and
So will draw for whatever
Shut up, go and get your own gat
Man are telling me Ghetts is spineless
Damn right because he ain't got his back
And you don't back your breddrins
So let me ask you this question
Where was you when the beef kicked off
In Eskimo Dance with Tempz and Griminal?
You was like, "allow it", how typical
How am I supposed to believe your rough talk
When you're scared of the word "physical"
When I'm upfront, might finish in clinical
The help you're gonna need is spiritual
Be quiet, keep your name to a minimal
Shut up, you can't hide from it
None of your tunes will blow unless I'm on it
You ain't getting signed
It's only a distribution deal
Stop putting hype on it
It's not happening, stop putting time on it
You can't beat me, I'm brolic
I'm killing you now
So your suicide was a failure
Now you look dead and psychotic
"Always ready", somebody tell him
Whoever gave you the idea isn't helping
"Me plus eight on a guest list"
I was there one time when you
Couldn't even get yourself in
I'm direct, you're on a stealth ting
I draw the lyrics, take on a detour ting
You try to be the new Crazy Titch
Nobody rated it
So you jumped on a girls ting
Talking about phone calls and singing
You performed Sing 4 Me live on the stage
"I make the gyal dem sing for me", shut up
Listen, I can't hear no girl singing
Ghetts or Ghetto, you'll both go missing
Bare shots fired, not once did I miss him
He's a lyrical kidnapper
Hang around him for too long
Watch your flow go missing
You'll shank who six times? You arsehole
And live where? Not Plaistow
You wouldn't be safe thieving in Glasgow
I get the goons out for you
I got so many straps that my
Back looks like a bar code
Say you're better but I'm high demand, though
You'll swing and then get
Both your arms rolled
We can go Stratford Rex or Rhythm Factory
Or in fact we can swing it in Cargo's
You'll back down when the first bar licks off
Trigger I be nutting
You be letting no blitz off
I'll slap both of your lips off
Lords of the Mics 3, history
You would've got pricked off
You needed help for this one
If grime flopped
Ghetts wouldn't be pissed off
He'd still have the job as
A lookalike Chris Rock
You're on a joke ting, rude boy yo
I'm back with another one, shooting again
Similar to 50 when I slew Many Men
Killing yourself ain't gonna work you chief
Look at your skin colour, you ain't Eminem
Everybody said Ghetts went in twice
But, I ain't heard nothing to take a defence
How could you say you'll pay studio time
This is my grime scene and you owe me rent
I'm the one that's making it sense
Doing that dub didn't make any sense
It's only made people realise what
I was saying time ago
You're a prick in the ends
I ain't gonna rush to bring this to an end
I sent years ago, this is your revenge
You ain't an artist, you're an actor
You're the hood
You're only bad to your friends
I'm not blind, I'm bright, I'm blinding
You're not sick, let me give some reminders
This guy thinks he can beat me
When he couldn't even beat Bashy
When he was freestyling
Silence, I put out way more
Fire than a fireman
You ain't got a deal, stop hyping
You're lying
That's a Jobseeker's form you're signing
Honestly I don't know why you done that
Now no one here believes your gun chat
Wait, you stole a laptop then gave it back
Which kind of gunman does that?
Where's your Ar-Ar-Artillery?
When you got man smacking you
Up like a rugrat
And kicking off that door to your mum's flat
How could you still talk
Like you're a badman?
Seriously, do you think you can have man?
You let a man get away with that
But, you still spit like you deal
With war like an Afghan
Liar, never in your life did you stab man
Public execution when I hang man
Allow it, I thought you was a madman
Turns out you're a lyrical schizophrenic
Madman
But, you know, I'm glad that you done that
You wanna throw two dubs, I will throw back
I heard from jail you still owe
One or two man a blowjob
That's why you don't wanna go back
What? Snitch on who? You're so gassed
He ain't gonna react like he did with Bashy
Now he's thinking, "how does he know that?"
Because he's a batty boy, know that
Skadoosh in your face, hold that
Now you wish that you never wrote that
I don't wanna hear so and
So will draw for whatever
Shut up, go and get your own gat
Man are telling me Ghetts is spineless
Damn right because he ain't got his back
And you don't back your breddrins
So let me ask you this question
Where was you when the beef kicked off
In Eskimo Dance with Tempz and Griminal?
You was like, "allow it", how typical
How am I supposed to believe your rough talk
When you're scared of the word "physical"
When I'm upfront, might finish in clinical
The help you're gonna need is spiritual
Be quiet, keep your name to a minimal
Shut up, you can't hide from it
None of your tunes will blow unless I'm on it
You ain't getting signed
It's only a distribution deal
Stop putting hype on it
It's not happening, stop putting time on it
You can't beat me, I'm brolic
I'm killing you now
So your suicide was a failure
Now you look dead and psychotic
"Always ready", somebody tell him
Whoever gave you the idea isn't helping
"Me plus eight on a guest list"
I was there one time when you
Couldn't even get yourself in
I'm direct, you're on a stealth ting
I draw the lyrics, take on a detour ting
You try to be the new Crazy Titch
Nobody rated it
So you jumped on a girls ting
Talking about phone calls and singing
You performed Sing 4 Me live on the stage
"I make the gyal dem sing for me", shut up
Listen, I can't hear no girl singing
Ghetts or Ghetto, you'll both go missing
Bare shots fired, not once did I miss him
He's a lyrical kidnapper
Hang around him for too long
Watch your flow go missing
You'll shank who six times? You arsehole
And live where? Not Plaistow
You wouldn't be safe thieving in Glasgow
I get the goons out for you
I got so many straps that my
Back looks like a bar code
Say you're better but I'm high demand, though
You'll swing and then get
Both your arms rolled
We can go Stratford Rex or Rhythm Factory
Or in fact we can swing it in Cargo's
You'll back down when the first bar licks off
Trigger I be nutting
You be letting no blitz off
I'll slap both of your lips off
Lords of the Mics 3, history
You would've got pricked off
You needed help for this one
If grime flopped
Ghetts wouldn't be pissed off
He'd still have the job as
A lookalike Chris Rock