Tempa T - Parring Guys lyrics

Hey Tempz
You know I heard guys tried to phone guys
And tell guys they owe Ps cause
Guys use bars and that
I swear we should phone guys

I'm parring the par
Dem man know it's a par, it's a par
Dem man go around saying it's a lot
But us man know it's a par, it's a par
Slew dem, not a par, not a par
Get to the rave, it's a par, it's a par
Shower down man in the rave
Then after the dance
Just know it's a par, it's a par
I'm the king (Parrers)
Everyone knows that's me (Parrers)
Take out your fists, get pun (Parrers)
Pick out the we don't play (Parrers)
Slap man, I'm a real (Parrers)
Phone me, I say I'm about (Parrers)
Link your gash in the rave (Parrers)
Bust in the mouth, I get rhymes (Parrers)
You got couple guys saying it's alot
Everyone knows these days, it's alot
You can't keep saying it's alot, it's alot
Us man say it's alot, them man
Don't know what's alot
Everyone knows in the scene, it's alot
When I come through in this bar, it just pops
Stop putting our slang in your verse
So watch there's no indi yards in this lyric
Everyone knows this lyric is straight
Bare man know this lyric is bait
Got a problem, meet me down gate, or Maryland
Stratford, Plaistow, trust me
You know me I'm not an arsehole
Like Skepta, you can see me in cargo
Drink at the barber, don't act hard though
Come to the rave and mess up the place
When I'm on stage, I'm not watching face
Gun in my hip, to the music and bass
Tearing up mic cause the sound is my taste
Watch me, I'm the future in race
Confront me, you don't want me in your case
I'm original
Most man copy and paste, that's abysmal
Watch me, I'm setting pace

Stop copying man, that ain't the truth
Stop copying man, I might end up duppying man
I'm about, so start worrying man
Go back to college, start studying man
I might end up bodying man, with a leng
So stop copying man, it's dead, copying man

Parring guys, this one's about parring guys
This is alot so Tempa T's parring guys
Parring parring guys, this is alot
Parring guys
Mash up man's face, kick man down the stairs
Now you know I'm parring guys
Parring guys, Chronik parring guys
Tempz parring guys
Everyone knows that we par guys
Par guys, Chronik par guys, Tempz par guys
Everyone knows that we par guys

Wrap man, if it's our time, beef
We got the star nines
Music, it's a hard grind
Nobody fucks with our lives
Know that, it's our time, every single year
It's our grime violate like last time
Get bottled up by the bar side

Par off the par, I'm still parring the par
Couple man thought they were parring the par
Couple man tryna get a single deal off a word
But now, it's a par, it's a par
Parring the par
Starring the car, if you don't want beef
Stop parring the par
You could be in Greengate
With your green flags
But fuck that, I'm parring the par
Forest Gate with the blue flags
With the new cats
If you want war, we could do that
Pull out a Star-9 till we shoot that
Come to your ends with balaclavas
Like we move that
Take your chains and we do rap
Most of your man, they do chat
What you gonna say when your food's jacked
Come for your keys and remove that
Don't want me to see me parring the par
Get your crew shanked

Wrap man, if it's our time, beef
We got the star nines
Music, it's a hard grind
Nobody fucks with our lives
Know that, it's our time, every single year
It's our grime violate like last time
Get bottled up by the bar side
Beef we got the star nines
Clap man with the 45
Drag man out of the door side
Drag man out of the door side
Beef we got star nines, clap man with the 45
Drag man out of the door side
Drag man out of the door side

Couple man tried to put our tees in the shop
We're gonna put our own tees in the shop
It's alot
That you put our own tees in the shop
But thanks
We're gonna be controlling the spot
Thanks to JJ, it's a pass in the shop
But we're going to be controlling the lot
As well as Non Stop Working
That's in the shop
I wear my own garms like JME in the shop

Eight guys can pay me for a lot
Par, it's alot, it's alot tease
Non Stop Working tease, it's a par tease
It's nice, it's nice
Mixtape, two thousand and pax
Big up JME on the riddim, it's nice
It's nice