Steel Banglez, Big H, P Money, Ghetts, Wiley - Breakdown lyrics

Breakdown steel Banglez
Presents breakdown

I know what you really is
Everyone wants to be the greaziest
You might think that them man are hard
But over 'ere we don't agree with it (nah)
You got a strap? Sleep with it
Cos I'll raise up the skeng
And make sure you don't wake up again
And let a nigga know who the real reaper is
(me) if I want you dead, then you will be
I ain't afraid to get dirt on my hands
That's why they're absolutely filthy
I'll leave a nigga in the Thames
Floating down the embankment up to Tilbury
Whoever you are you still bleed
Run up on man, hold the gun up and bang
(bang) lick down everyting
Coffin, grave, skeleton
Yeah, in that order and I know I do music


Gang but please don't let that fool ya
Yeah, I'm quick with words
But when it comes down to it
I'm not a talker
I got a temper, short, an apaller
You ain't real, you're a fraudster
Act hard but you ain't never had arms
(what's that like?)
Bodywarmer, I got a cold heart and a hot head
But when I get mad it makes my body warmer
I cross the line, you man are in a border
Why step in the ring?
When I'm better than him?
Can't you see he's never gonna win?
Fam, you need to train in the gym
Why step in the ring?
When I'm better than him?
Can't you see you're never gonna win?
I won't fight, I will draw for the ting

Eskiboy
I wanna see my name live when I'm gone
I'm gonna write it, put it in a song
All the real fans, get busy
It's been a while but I'm back, it's a rizzie
I'm a mic man, if I get dangerous
I'll start acting like I ain't famous
Tell a man don't try and get in my way
'Cos I will put 'em all down
Got big lyrics in containers
Yeah, my name's Eski
I was a young boy living by a vestry
I know the mind of a king ain't empty
Thank the Lord, I know that he blessed me
My time's nearer, I see clearer
My ex calls me but I can't hear her
Tell a whole fam don't get on
My nerves when I'm at work
I got moves to make sure I am a key bearer
That's what I wanna hear when I walk through
Tried to chat shit but I caught you
I'm Wiley, I won't have a bar of it
Had a flow but I made a star of it
You ain't ready when I light up central
Run up on a dance, start going on mental
This dibby dibby soundboy is
Meant to know that
He can't fuck around with a general
I'm Grime lord with a black and white sword
I swipe the mic quick when
I stack up my thoughts
Tell your team better back up your force
Make life a tree and leave, pause
Come out the place
You're too scared to run out the race
That's why I'm a soldier
I run rings around youngers and olders
I got the UK sitting on my shoulders
Why step in the ring?
When I'm better than him?
Can't you see he's never gonna win?
Fam, you need to train in the gym
Why step in the ring?
When I'm better than him?
Can't you see you're never gonna win?
I won't fight, I will draw for the ting

(Big H, Breakdown) you don't stand a chance
You don't stand a chance
Won't ever see me sing and dance
Can't talk to me, I was big in France
Big in Italy, big in Spain
Big in Sweden, big in the game
Big international, big gold chain
H corporation, here we go again
Big up North, I was big in Notts
I don't wanna talk 'bout the cats and shots
I don't wanna talk 'bout the cats and cops
They were like, "H, bring me a box"
I get sick sometimes, pull out the strap
Commit two crimes
Go to the studio, spit two rhymes
H, UK streets are mines
Look at the stuff they're selling
Don't ask me 'cos I'm not telling
Man wanna ask how much I'm getting
Been a few funerals, never been a wedding
Out to the MCs that all died
I feel bad but I never cried
I feel bad but I never lied
Best MC but I never tried
How can he last one round?
Punch in the face
You will drop to the ground
Imagine me get clowned?
Look, I don't wanna hear one sound
What are they holding? That's not weight
Can't see H, tell them wait
New CD out, the new mixtape
Please don't talk if you're gonna hate
Breakdown why step in the ring?
When I'm better than him?
Can't you see he's never gonna win?
Fam, you need to train in the gym
Why step in the ring?
When I'm better than him?
Can't you see you're never gonna win?
I won't fight, I will draw for the ting

(P, Breakdown)
Are you really the gunman sort? No
I'm not scared of the gunman talk, bro
Come to my yard with a strap in my car
I'll be the first person to
Make a gunman walk home
Say it so clear, man think I talk slow
Had a black one
Wish I could've bought chrome
Said I wanna bring these
My supplier said "Why this?"
Cos it's like Roy Keane and Paul Scholes
Tiptronic like Skepta's car
You can manually man handle the speed
Or flip the button on the
Side that says "Auto"
Aim off point and still hit a torso
Me and beef are a crazy relationship
Worse than the ones you'll see
In any talk show fuck these MCs
This scene's full of more pricks
And pussyholes than a porno
(Yo) This one's gonna end tragic
It's all peakish when I grab it
A wave of the black wand will
Turn you into a rabbit
Hopping around as you panic
Party popper, everybody better scatter
When I bang it
Gun bucks will send your jaw into the attic
If you're still standing stiff
A nasty gauge will send a
Man to a next planet
Said I won't have it, no sympathy
Man should've believed me when I
Said that I had it
Put you in a box without any magic
No alakazam, just blam you faggot
I'm knowing for causing rackets
With a racquet
Shells will put a few holes in your jacket
I'll make you vanish
There's gonna be a sick round of applause
When I start to clap it breakdown

Why step in the ring?
When I'm better than him?
Can't you see he's never gonna win?
Fam, you need to train in the gym
Why step in the ring?
When I'm better than him?
Can't you see you're never gonna win?
I won't fight, I will draw for the ting
Breakdown