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lord of the mics - tana send lyrics

[intro]
montana, hannah-
sort it out yeah?
lord of the mics cuz’
ay you’re not gonna like me today y’know

[verse]
i used to like mcs
i will lyrically knife mcs
but i arrest these hype mcs
heard your name and was like “wait hold on, freeze”
“that’s not even a clash my g”
bring your city to its knees
pipe down please
i’m a little bit of ghetts
don’t bring your rude kid to me
look who it is
mr suck-batty-and-cheese
chatting sh-t all week
and don’t p-ss me off or i’ll make you bleed
it’s that time of the month indeed
man [?]
[?]
you better buckle them seats
who’s the lord of the mic you f-cking neeks?
hold that skeng to your cheek
here’s a question, ask this question
you’re only here because jam man knows your bredrin
draw my ting when i go out to skeng them
your funeral is pending
i could’ve left your city but it’s cool i left him
donald trump when i put my finger on the b-tton and pressed him
it’s not skeng, it’s skeng ten
suck your girl you beg friend
f-ck it, rudeboy i’ll kick the food straight out of your stomach
what did he eat?
it’s looking like a whole lot of kebab and a whole lot of chicken nuggets
you’re getting merked on the camera you f-cking muppet
this bar’s old up, even r kelly wouldn’t touch it
your hairline is busted (p-ssy)
i could’ve played ps4
instead i’ve gotta remix tana’s jaw
p-ssy say no more
if i was you i wouldn’t wear that coat indoors
treat this clash like saw
jammer i’ve gotta say sorry right now cos’
after the clash, somebody gotta clean these floors
i can see you’ve lost weight
how much cake have them man ate?
taking an eighth with your uncle’s neighbour
now man wanna come around like “hey!”
got these mc’s in my scope from day
aim from a mile away
splinter cell when i tom clancy his fade
i blocked man on my instagram
f-ck your insta gang
i’ve been waiting to drop this wave on land
you chat sh-t, get banged
thomas, that’s your name right thomas?
lord of the mics get framed by thomas
i’m gonna rip your soul out thomas
thomas the tank i’ll train up thomas
f-ck hannah montana i’ll shake up thomas
devilman, i’ll put the pain on thomas
stop it, man don’t even want it
i just love those pockets i’m on it
you’re drunk off gin and tonic
don’t let me call for the gin and leave man horrid
it’s peak when i’m moving offish
it gets peak when i’m moving moving-
man said basic
so i’m gonna go to the grave shift
[?] don’t rate it, hate it
wonder how many bars got wasted
the camera man is faded, faced it
tana don’t wanna clash he’ll, lean & bop and harlem shake it
my g’s dead, i can see that your mum’s on grave shift
f-ck your grime scene playlist, play this
on a lighter note, f-ck anybody that’s [?]
bad man where [?] birmingham hammers
i can’t wait to see your face just so i can teach you birmingham manners
seen so many videos online, my guy you can suck
you birmingham slaggers
hey you d-ckhead rappers
hey you wasteman clangers
bunch of joke men are a whole lotta michael dappah’s
man’s not even hot but i can tell when he looks like jammer
that ego look bang up, hang up
you likkle stupid yout
man’s not 30, i spit that 32
so i clash n-ggas better than you
i clash n-ggas better than you

[outro]
what?
tana, yeah?

- lord of the mics lyrics

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