Risky Roadz, Wretch 32, Frisco, Ghetts, Skepta, Wiley - Wiley, Skepta, Ghetto, Frisco, Wretch 32 Risky Roadz Freestyle lyrics

Yeah, cuz! Oi Movement DVD cuz
Big up Scorcher, big up Wretch 32
Big up Ghetto big up the rest of the members
Big up Risky! Big up Gift,  Frisco, Wiley
Representing, ain't got the tee on
Today but you know it’s Boy Better know
Okay!

My name's Skepta, also known as H-A-Y
'Cause if I got P’s I'm happy
These MC's are happy with a G
But I'm gonna keep billing up P
'Til the government have to put a bullet
In my Boy Better Know tee
When are these niggas gonna see
These MCs ain't the same as me
I had a Grime hit in 2003
God gave me a body and blessed it
You see, my fingers they made Duppy, Private
Caller, DTI, Top Producer, Pulse Eskimo
Fuckin' Widda Team
My two lips said "You don't wanna
See a nigga on the scene"
Go on then, what d’ya mean, what d’ya mean
Their fingers and lips are
Just stinking of green always lean
Now they wanna hate on showerman
Rudeboy, you see the hype on
These MCs are getting old
How many unit's have they sold?
Never go Platinum, never go Gold
When I make a tune, it's totally cold
When I make a tune, it’s totally neat
Spit so sick, my face might turn green
How can you ever be the best
In the scene when you're
Still tryna make a better tune
Than Fuckin' Widda Team
You don't wanna see me on the scene
Last thing you hear is a bang and a scream
Bare mash man want me on their team
’Cause they know from the bust I shot
Heads are coming off clean
I put a bullet in your
Bean, bullet in your cornrow
Bullet in your lean
Put on the safety, switch off the beam
Oi rudeboy, yo
Anytime you see me with Boy Better Know
I've got some sort of firearm in the pocket
So if I don't send for the bucky and pop it
Send for the taser
Put it on a pussy and shock it
Don't care who's saying stop it
You're lucky that the little pussy didn't
Get lit up like a rocket
They say that real recognise real
How comes the little wasteman
Didn't clock it?
Shut up! Movement DVD! Don't get it twisted
Representer bRAP!

Big up Scorcher, big up Wretch, big up Ghetts
Dun know aight you listening? Look
Look you can't educate me about bagging up
I've been doing this ting from day one and I
Can't see one guy that I think's catching up
So boy better back down 'cause
I ain't backing up
I know 'nuff of them fear me
And I can't see one of them that's near me
I'm a fully grown man and
You can see that clearly
You ain't big, not nearly, really
When you see me in H
And I know none of them ain't carrying weight
Ask Presto, he will tell you
Man's been shotting 4s from back in
The day like President T
Frisco's back in your face
Sit down get back in your place
I'm back in the race shut ya mout', listen
You can't educate man about bagging up
I've been doing this ting from day one and I
Can't say one guy that I think's catching up
So boy better back down 'cause
I ain't backing up
I know 'nuff of them fear me
And I can't see one of them that's near me
I'm a fully grown man and
You can see that clearly
You ain't big, not nearly
I'm a fully grown man, no teen
You ain't seen what I've seen
These MCs ain't been where I've been
Ain't been through what I've been through
What'd you mean
Stay thugged out, ain't gotta G for my team
None of these guys ain't seen what I've seen
None of these guys can't go where I go
And none of them can't educate me about dough
You can't educate me about bagging up food
Shut ya mout' and don't get rude
None of these youts ain't on what I'm on
But it's more than long if I'm in a bad mood
Like H, I'm big, give me space, give me room
Frisco, I've never been a waste in a tune
On the same riddim when I'm
8 bar spitting and
It's best you know your place on the-
I'm a fully grown man, no, I ain't no yout
These MCs can't do what I do
These MCs can't blew what I blew
Ain't been through what I've been through
Look
I'm a big man, no little child in my crew
Step back 'cause I've got 9 in the 2
And you think that you're hard
Know that you couldn't walk a yard
Much less a mile in my shoe
Most of the mandem shot 'Caine and pop shots
To leave you in a box like Blaine
I come to bring back hype in the game
I'm a badboy
I've got bare stripes on my name
Slowly but surely I'm rising to fame
'Nuff of these guys will lose
Their mind for the fame grind for my name
I know it sounds a little bit insane
But I'll die for my chain
I'm a fully grown man, ain't no teen
These MCs ain't seen what I seen shut up

Bad 'em up, bad 'em up, bad 'em up once
If you wanna come and take man for a dunce
I've been on the grind for a hundred months
And I ain't stopped doing music, not once
Bad 'em up, bad 'em up, bad 'em up once
If you wanna come and take man for a dunce
I've been on the grind for a hundred months
And I ain't stopped doing music, not once
See the bars I write, they're like scriptures
I'm famous and everybody takes pictures
I had faith since decks and mixers
And you're a non-believer
So I can't see you in the distance
Picture the game as a whole
It's healthy like the Boy
Better Know tee business j's my witness
I'm a musician, ask Skepta
Three of us talk, then we make a decision
You know me I got good vision rudeboy listen
Don't fuck about
There'll be a rude boy missing
When the goons start fishing i'm a LON kid
I got the hood snakes hissing
Me, the shotter that you couldn't really see
Made the dream come true
After years of wishing
After years of dissing
After years of swinging
I still do the crime and walk, no- because
Everything seems cloudy
I've never been robbed in the
Game 'cause I'm rowdy
Carry on, I will take a hammer to your Audi
I'm like a soldier from Saudi
You're not bad 'round me
Want a CD, try and howl me
It's next week and you still ain't found me
The phone starts ringing when
I drive through boundary
And where's Lethal? He ain't in boundary
27, big achiever e2 weaver
Had the first Sega
Blud, I emerged out of jungle fever
Volume One Creeper roman street sweeper
Don't get gash by the hour rudeboy
I get gash by the metre wilehouse senior
Lemons will lean ya e3 teacher
LON preacher uK speaker
Trinidad bloodline

St Paul's soldier
Northumberland park, next door neighbour
Eskimo raver, L-stone visitor
Meridian resident
See me in Manny with President
Showerman or south soldiers
Don't fear olders, never had youngers
Age ain't nothing but numbers
'Cause the seventeen-year-olds roll
With the pumpers
But I'ma temple tourer, champagne pourer
Winchmore warrior, Class A courier
Grime scene ambassador, Duppy maker
Four-four saviour, Ally Pally jungle raver
Entry ticket and a borer fresh hair cut
With a side parting and a border
Selby Centre explorer private caller ignorer
Go on then

I'm an Eskidance keeper get the weed cheaper
Quantum leaper the Tottenham high streeter
Eskibeat beater a star reader
Four times community service breacher
Back to court, facing jail the case beater
Robbery, burglary
Dad got nicked 'cause of me
The police thought I was a phone shop dealer
Back in the day I was a wheeler and dealer
Fly to west where the sky is
Blue and the grass is greener
Paul Smith jeans suit, Air Max typhoon
Choong gash greeter
Yeah I know Jenny but I don't know Rita
Plus my Mum's family come from Antigua
You come from West but you don't
Know younger or older Beaver
I was in carnival 12 years back with
The east and west side leaders
Man are badman, man are breeders yo!

Oi listen
Hip-hop, garage, you choose but you lose
I had the game in checkmate in two moves
I'm a top gun but you fucks are two-twos
Don't make a loose move
I got a name like Johnny Wayne
I'm shooting at stars
Literally shooting at stars
I can't put crime down
Even though I put my line down
I still keep moving with bars
So fuck nine bars - give
Me four, give me eight, give me sixteen
96 bars of revenge i'm hard with the pen
I'm firing like I writ bars with the skeng
I can take out half of the ends
I feel like a one man army like I
Rolled up with half of my friends
You ain't up to par with the pen
I'll swing bar for bar 'til it ends and
Done man and laugh when it ends

G: 32! Wr: Boom, I might as well bless them
Tired as fuck but onna nuttin' sc: All day
Wr: You listening? Watch it
I'm Wretch, yeah
Round here we rep North, of course
I'm so better i'm next, my flow's gloss
I'm awkward like weather
My temp's below frost
Unfortunate breddas are vexed, I'm so gone
Yeah i perfected my structure
Writ a mixtape, I'm ahead like your skull is
Quick 'em with pace
Some are left where the gun is
Sky-high ain't above this
Mike Myers couldn't touch this
My Diamonds are cut sick couldn't cut-
Look, listen that's minus the cold
They shine, they look like Evian in the stone
I made my wrist sweat 'til it froze
Don't drip the stones
They'll be trailing me home
I ain't Hansel and Gretel
I'm handsome and ghetto
I ain't 'fraid of the chrome
These yout's are still 'fraid of the comb
I'll be raising their soul 'til it's higher
Than a plane on the globe
I just aim then I blow escape when I go
Look i'm stone-cold, I relate to the snow
On the road where I roll
Like an 18 that's chrome
And I ain't been at home
Still, I may be that bloke
That will roll on you on my Jack Jones
Take everything but that soul
At least you're still alive
I'm evil in disguise
This guy's like black Coke coca-Coca
Yeah i'm liking fat jokes
You know why? It's fun to move weight
Got twenty-one grams, I must, can lose eight

Sc: Should really just wheel up the song
Wi: On this riddin
Yeah? Alright wheel up the riddim and
You're coming after me then
G: Wheel up this- Wheel up the
Riddim and everyone get involved
So if you wanna come after-
Wi: yeah but don't go- No
You're coming after me but don't
It's normal, innit
Sc: But you're going on like
That's what you're gonna do!
Wi: yeah 'cause everyone's being normal
Anyway yo, again though, wait-
Are you sure not the next riddim?
G: Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah! This is the shit!
Wr: and then we do acapella!
Sc: Ay that camera
Caan that camera even pick up?
Wr: And then we do acapella!
Can you see- Can you hear even the music?
Cah' me got plenty a styles
For acapella ya' nuh g: Maybe a likkle rap
Sc: What, rap? Wr: Listen!
Yo the way I stay alive on the daily's crazy
I get short-tempered don't talk, pay me
Turn to the darkside if my
Days ever get rainy
Drain me? Never, not maybe
Yeah I roll with Jamie and I know Sadie
Her she's a cool young lady
Back to the way I live daily
Had bare dough but that didn't change me
Plus I got a daughter
Newborn child but her name ain't Amy
I ain't got a Winnie-the-Pooh scarf as of yet
But I'm getting one so stay away from me
I'll spray three-eighths and I'm
Not even crazy not even lately
Feel so calm so you can't irate me
Wile out one, don't know how to take me
Take out crews on a daily
I said I take out crews on a daily, standard
I done the dance more than
Your whole gang could
I swing three man just like Flowdan would
I ain't from Brentwood, I come from Danwood
I'm straight from 'mannabadmanwood'
Stand in flames, you could not
'Cause you ain't from Danwood
Your whole plan would flop
If you come across me and got lairy, standard
Most of you MCs are just angered
Wiley's raw talent ain't ever been pampered
Scrimp and scrape, standard
I did what Javan did
Bullied my way to the top like a bandit
Come through like Smokey and the Bandit's
But one bandit can't stand it
He can see the title
Thinks I'm gonna hand it to him
But nobody planned it

G: Tried it sc: What you saying G?
G: yeah, yeah! I does this
There's no introduction needed, I'm a genius
And I'm even schooling seniors
Next year? Porsches, Beemers
Nothing like a caution, I'm serious
I'm far from short of experience
Big arenas with a distorted frequence
It's awesome, when you're someone important
But as for unfortunate dreamers
Turn forty and are forced to be cleaners
A mop, broom and a brush
I am not losing my touch
I'll up the gear like I'm using a clutch
Fuck losing my buzz
I do what I does, the truth's in my blood
But the game's so loose and corrupt
Being immune is a must
I'm never affected except when
I'm getting arrested
Had Ps but I never invested but the rest did
Now the whole ends are interested
I've been tested
But they couldn't penetrate my defences
I'm right here, middle finger extended
Pissed 'cause you ain't had a single-
And me and my collective are really- blud
Let me redo look
I'm ready like Brek if any might step
I've got the whole game tryna bury my rep
I'm ahead by much more than twenty-nine steps
Still got more than you ain't got any rhymes
I'm like Wretch, I guess I am a pro
I do this on a regular, holmes
I'm needed like cellular phones
I can do well on own but together
That's a hell of a show
Hello, the name's Ghetto, Justin, Reggie
All the same fellow and I ain't mellow
Niggas trying to break me down, I ain't lego
He said I'm an angry K-A-N-O
I was like N-O, you know my M-O
I say it to your face, no memo
I'm on the roads like lines that are yellow
Real, you are not like Ghetto
I'm back why should I stop
Here this ain't no depot i'm like-

G: I does this bruv! Sc: Movement DVD innit
It's calm, man it's on license, normal
Put it away! Put it away, put it away
Put it away, he's putting it away