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red bull music - grime-a-side 2017 final: manchester vs. birmingham lyrics
[intro: fiascoo & tantskii]
manchester
birmingham
brum town
grime-a-side finals 2017
0121
y’all know the face
vote manchester, yeah?
vote for birmingham, trust me
f-ck manny
p-ssyholes
first half
[verse 1: fiascoo]
shifty would’ve duppied you off in ’09
when you was in your prime
stone? you weigh about nine
you’ve got the chest size of somebody that’s nine
in the quarters, you said
you get booked for no less than a five
how come you still don’t drive?
how dare you come out in public
wearing echo pants triple your size
your hotbox, you got outshined
you’ve been robbed once
but man like you get robbed all the time
guys
it has been very sh-t, this year’s grime-a-side
let’s go get fire don’s kids
and go play footy, five-a-side
[verse 2: tantskii]
what, so this fatso that’s called fiascoo
finally made it to my finish line?
look at your team, then look at my team
there’s no way you could diminish mine
everybody knows we’ve got the illest rhymes
you’re f-cked in the head, you’re ill inside
you look like a raving junkie
and i bet your stomach’s still got a pill inside
so all of your talk is irrelevant
when man break down the door like an elephant
you’re gonna be running for your life through the back door
i’ll give you a smack in your gl-ss jaw
we come from the hood, nothing ain’t elegant
we’re coming from brum town and it’s that raw
you’ll end up warring the whole regiment
you’ll end up with your brains on the dashboard
[verse 3: xp]
come on
started a line, put sox’s mum on
you put the worst mcs in brum on
dem man there should’ve put safone on
dem man there should’ve brought out deadly
p-ssyhole mc, can’t war xp
i’m on the whole team, man can’t test me
all now, no one’s got me, you get me?
sox been sh-t ever since invasion
that’s why in new town, n-body rates him
tantskii, you’re a p-ssyhole, fam, i’ll blaze him
fire don’s neck back look like raisin
man had three whole rounds with a bonus
do it at red bull or at big mikee’s
how come fire don looks all homeless?
how come the other two look like pikeys? baz, baz
[verse 4: sox]
yo, i got fans in manny
with big pictures of my face on the wall
i swear if this was dc’s, not red bull
you three would still have to pay on the door
i’ll spit this bar in your face at the final
and spit it tomorrow at jaykae’s tour in manny
you’ve got bugzy’s wife coming up
oh wait, no you ain’t, he don’t rate you at all and
all of the money you’ve made from grime
i could make in a night from drum and b-ss
d-ckhead, batty man don’t get birthday s-x
man just gets carrot cake
wallahi, you look like a magistrate
(lies) gareth gates
(alright then) haha
mad ting
[verse 5: ragoloco]
tantskii, all that screaming and shouting
will not help ya
sox looks fresh out the homeless shelter
fire don, you’re not hot, i’ll melt ya
look at the cards they dealt ya
brum zombies, i’ll walking dead ya
take the trophy back to manchester
should’ve brought vader to represent ya
’cause i’m a savage n-gg-
how man have got me clashing
bill cosby, saville and gary glitter?
like man u v. aston villa
you man are just average spitters
that’s why you lot can’t f-ck with me
i’m the reason they didn’t bring bugzy
i’m the reason they didn’t bring shifty
[verse 6: fire don]
fiascoo, your flow sucks
but i remix flows for a joke
why do you claim that you’re seven up
but your nostrils tell me it’s c-ke?
when you rap like this
you sound like mike skinner on beat
ironic, ’cause i heard
he also stole his flow from the streets
and this pleb
ragoloco, ragoloco’s dead
and if it weren’t for them football chants
n-body would’ve cared what you said
please don’t act all hard, you ain’t on sh-t
try approach my dargs, you’re not-
n-body ain’t touching birmingham
try dead my dargs, i’m john wick
second half
[verse 7: fiascoo]
last year, my mum died
i’m sorry to hear your son died
your pain, i’ve been there myself
but smoking sputnik, it ain’t gonna help
you need to get a grip of yourself
not write a status about k!lling yourself
yous look like chase & status
and you and e.t does look related
manny couldn’t lose this match
if we brought david moyes back
tantskii, dmx told me to tell you
that he wants his voice back
everyone knows he took x’s flow
and now you’re just birmingham’s ex
jaykae, vader and depz
will always be known as birmingham’s best
[verse 8: tantskii]
manchester man
known for crying and trying to cheat
the birmingham team
have murked everybody that’s tried to compete
xp looks like he be living in a swamp
your breath stinks more than your feet
you dirty likkle b-st-rd
turn your head that way whenever you’re talking to me
let’s move to fiascoo, i know you wanna be heard
but real talk, you ain’t gotta spit that slow
i ain’t even gonna bring up your past, bro
i still defend my turf, no astro
and we’ll make you cry and make tears drip from your eye
like say i’m turning the tap slow
you don’t carry no flow
you look like your head’s been tangoed
[verse 9: xp]
this likkle p-ssyhole
tried k!ll himself and his girlfriend leaves him
do you remember when them man backed out the shank
and you ran up the road screaming?
oi jonathan, i’ll shank you up five more times
you ain’t on this beef ting
what? body count high like jodie’s
me and my brodies might just ease him
yeah
manny man inside the place
i heard your girlfriend
had the whole grime scene inside the place
how could
i ever sound like this wally?
dressed up like he’s been smoking bobby
you’re not a badman, hold tight kozzie
[verse 10: sox]
ayy, fiascoo’s ragoloco and i mean for real
your girl cheats on you in cheetham hill
and n-body cares ’bout the lyrics that you wrote
in bushey fields when you was really ill
here, have one of these, they’re 50ml
eat the pill, you need to chill
brum’s gonna win this three to nil
look at the strength and pree the sk!ll
and if i was a ginger, it would still suit me
you need to dye your hair like snoochie
xp’s ex-girlfriend’s my groupie
red bull gave us wings and you got a pizza meal
and went posh mcbecks
paul scholes had s-x with geri halliwell
you wanna be the man of the match like your dad
but you just smoke spice with your girl like your mum in your manny house
[verse 11: ragoloco]
sox is washed
i’ll spin john like socks in the wash
this likkle p-ssy don’t get no p-ssy
virginity’s the only thing that he ain’t lost
lord of the mics, you lost to koz
all of your hype, you lost to drugs
heard you got signed, but now you’re signed on
so that’s gotta be a sign you’re lost
and you didn’t do sh-t when you got boxed
must be the effects of the mamba
and you’re lucky that jaykae backed ya
otherwise you would’ve been in the box
got shanked up, now you’re holey socks
go church on a sunday to roll his up
[?] more than holy, sox
here’s another l, hold it, sox
[verse 12: fire don]
rahtid, dread
how is he here? he’s already held lead
i must be going h-ll and he’s jesus
man really can rise from the dead
i thought he could’ve put me to slumber
but me bad from me born, munga
15-9, he lost to the lion king
and he [?], what a b-mmer
you two are sh-t, pure blah blah
and these man are your sheep, baa baa
me? i pinpoint shots in the mist
just to prove that man are sickmade, karla
i could live the pedestrian life
or dead your engine cuh i’m too much
send wig back plain to the skies
and i ain’t even been trained how to mosh, you p-ss-es
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