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red bull music - grime-a-side 2016 quarter final: london vs. leeds lyrics

first half

[intro: paddy]
look

[verse 1: paddy]
why you acting rude?
acting like you got something to prove
you got ties in the end, i been cutting them loose
first ever clash i was boss in a suit
but check one, check two
back in the booth
badmind me? nah, i’m not in the mood
stating facts, nothing to lose
speak to the streets and guide the youth, look
i don’t care if you’re bursting iron
we love the jungle deep, we’re lions
i met truth, i met liars
i met real badman, i met criers
you’re not bad ’cause your name’s on flyers
ends are riddled with drugs and buyers
witness murders, creating riots
parents moaning, their children dying

[verse 2: saint p]
you must have meant s-x in the soil
when you said that you done dirt
your girl says i’m a little childish, calls me a c-nt
but it’s all fun, make sure that i beat her c-nt first
he said, she saids, f-ck that, bun you, bun her
k!ll ’em with one verse, i dun her
my nice browning with a b-mper
thought she could handle the heat, now she’s sunburnt
your girl’s got a good body
but if she don’t tick all of my boxes, i don’t even want her
so don’t watch me, that’s not your concern
said you’re gonna gun buck me, when you bucked me
you were just stuttering, “um, er, um, er, um, er”
you don’t back beef, you bun first
no cds, blank sheets, you ain’t done work
clap like thunder inside man’s [?]

[verse 3: angry]
yo, real life, my brudda
could get cut with a knife, my brudda
f-ck that, man can’t diss my brudda
f-ck that, man can’t diss my mudda
man like angry, i don’t move shooker
death round the corner, life get tooken
twos in the booker, sick little f-cker
this little man’s still wiving hookers
when i didn’t have a pound to my name
still smack gyal that are overly [?]
land on sets, it’s more than gully
and man need more than money
but i still need more, more money
you seem them honeys? overly sl-tty
she thinks i’m piff
she thinks i’m (ooh)
and the [?]

[verse 4: pk]
okay, so you wanna test the ‘bré
man get left in a f-cked up way
chalk line ting like merky ace
yuck, yuck, mud in the face
man wanna war me? world war 3
better pray to god that something stops me
mind out ‘fore your face get ugly
ting in the pouch, yeah, man are jumpy
on the roads from ’06, man ah know me
pagan king on the roads, don’t sleep
little pk’s been about from way back
when i used to wake up bare early
to watch the tv
f-ck that, now man are going on greaze
k!ll an mc for the ps, it’s easy for me
guarantee man are gonna d-i-e, e

[verse 5: dialect]
right, how many more times can it be wartime?
it’s alright ’cause i’m on this all night
i was given this gift, foresight
that ting and this spliff, all spice
f-ck around, get bruce like foresyth
full of raw lines, eight b-lls when you snort white
red bull just gave me the fall guy
should’ve given man mist, he’s more grime
i’m from the north side, yeah i rep for them
gave me london, i ain’t impressed with them
you man are showing names like testament
but still in a rave, getting waved like mexicans
what’d you know about grime-a-side?
i’m the guy that clashed with elijah eyez
kept grime alive, still got a 9-to-5
don’t come around here, try rhyme with di

[verse 6: aj tracey]
i thought that he came with the bars but he never
big impact like ross or heather
man mind out when i’m strapped with the leather
told man already that we’ve got the pumpy
dump it, n-gg-s’ll fly like feather
mandem think that i just turned bad
i was bad from when i chilled by mo better
strap put man in a peak dilemma
don’t bell man off of unknown, bredda
white and bold, six feet in the north face
gym shoes? nah, i do not shot cheddar
you’re not bad, bad yout? never
west indies strap, hold bare pepper
true religions and a polish pistol
skengman dance, i’m a real hotstepper

second half

[verse 7: paddy]
he’s not a badman, neither are you
stop with the lies and stick to the truth
compose yourself, you’re talking loose
semtex bars, i’m strapped with a boom
tiocfaidh ár lá, they don’t have a clue
i’m a rebel inside and out of the booth
i was built for this, i can’t lose
you ain’t got half the heart, you’ll get moved
put in your place if you wanna get rude
you’re only known in your ends as a dude
i’m doing fine, been doing grime
i make joy in the fruits of life
they could never try take what’s mine
leave them shook like a deer in lights
deeper than hearts on sleeves and pride
body get taken out with the tide

[verse 8: saint p]
listen, i’m sai-de-de-de-daint-de-daint-de-daint
yeah, i’ve got pattern
my one’s the first and my one’s the cl-ssic
i don’t wanna hear no bars about stars
these man are not blessed in ends and that’s tragic
i ain’t gotta gas it
you’ll hold a box like a package
if you chat sh-t, boom, on automatic mode
i make you panic and sweat
bet you pray you’re my brudda
like i got a bally and dreads
you ain’t got heart, i know you’re gonna panic
when you’re in beef, how comes you don’t back it?
you’re a likkle side dish, you’re a likkle coleslaw
you’re a likkle salad
i just want peas, bread, cheese and carrots, yeah
that’s my kind of a sandwich
that’s my kind of a-

[verse 9: angry]
yo, you ain’t got one chance to win
pack you in, after the clash, catch you in
the drinking area, gl-ss your chin
now this ain’t gonna be no clash with him
game over, i’ma take you out the ring
your gyal’s down for a ting, she got down on my ting
you ain’t down for sh-t
you’re on a sadman ting, and you sound like him
you’re a p-ssy, don’t try jump on the mic
you’re a p-ssy, don’t try jump on the hype
i’ll actually murk this guy
you sound weird with them virgin rhymes
i bet you’re one of them virgin guys
get murked on site, best turn to the light
catch your soul before it takes flight
‘cuh man just took him out of his shoes

[verse 10: pk]
yo, i got a million ways to k!ll you, choose one
come on the mic, you’ll get bun
cooked like a hot croissant from france
i spray my bars to lick down the dance real fast
fast like racing cars
and in my bars, i’ve got the answer
trust me fam, i’ve got the secret
to make the sound work on a track or the tune
i spray my bars i murk
yuck, i am the teacher
they wanna know how i swerve on the riddim and serve
you need to practice, you need to learn
come against me, best do your research
or get left on the dirt
october the 18th, trust me, fam
yeah, man have been a dan from early
yeah, man have been a dan from birth

[verse 11: dialect]
alright, i live this life
man show fear when i grips this mic
flickering lights, glistening eyes
i rap with presence, christmas time
getting better with age like vintage wine
no food left ’cause i did this right
get p-ssed with guys that are [?] it’s time
to k!ll ’em becah i spin ’em like a discuss flying
like, like, oh my
seems nowadays that everyone’s grime
everyone’s lying, there’s never been any one time
that you rep for the style that everyone’s trying
you got food, but is anyone buying?
thinking they trap ’cause you’re selling one-fives
food that you’ve got, i’ll get it, now they want hype up
against di, n-gg-, you will get one strike

[verse 12: aj tracey]
ladbroke grove is where i re- who?
man get burst up in the g- who?
came back with a fresh one, it’s new
don’t come around for a two of the blue
i don’t give a f-ck if you’re old or new
i’ll just yawn like “blackball who?”
put a couple dead mcs in the grave
like dialect, trust, you can go there too
trust me, darg, you can go there free
i don’t ever watch f-a-c-e
ajt from mtp
nikelab tracksuit, nike id
man got overly f-cked in the beef
pretty sure i landed a bang to his teeth
man will get banged in the face by me
not my bredrin, banged in the face by me

[outro: dialect]
you know what time it is
london vs. leeds
grime-a-side
red bull studios
keeping the levels high
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