WickedSkengMan 4

(Studio Version)
Stormzy
Produced By Jme
WICKEDSKENGMAN 4 (STUDIO VERSION) LYRICS

Wait two secs, let me spark this zoot

My niggas, they don't tark, they shoot
Roll up slow, then I park that coupe
And the game got fucked by the darkskin yout
Oh well, should've been watching
He was gone by the time that they clocked him
#MERKY, #SKENGMAN
What's the last one? Yeah, #PROBLEM
They should've stopped him, I don't run out of bars
Just like Chip, I don't run out of bars
Walk in the rave , put the glass to your face
Look, I make fuckboys run out of bars
Big 45 might bun out your clart
No safety, that might dun out your dance
Knock on your door like oi rudeboy, look
Forget the hype, just come out the yard
See the lightskin girls used to cuss me
Now the lightskin girls, they love me
Word to J Hus, man are ugly
But this rap ting's sick, man, trust me
Nobody can't claim that they buss me
Cuh man was out there on a fuckery
Plus we don't even tark too much
That's the reason why your girl wanna fuck me
I don't really care about your friend

Bare likkle fish never been on the ends

Yeah, you go hard but we go harder
You shut down but nigga, I leng
You turn up but nigga, I rep
Why do man love getting me vexed?
Here for the lightskin girl with the big bumper
And the black bredrin with the breasts
So if you got a BET, bring it out
Oh, you don't? Shut your mouth
Man just chat shit, i cut em out
Know where I come from, I'm from the south
Fuck up my house, peak when I press play
Niggas go gym but they're missing out leg day
My worst days are some of your best days
Punch a grime MC off his segway, pussyhole
Look, Don't make me slap you
Like, like, wait till I catch you
Like, man are like "that's that black yout"
Went Jools Holland in my tracksuit
Rep for the scene like yeah man, I had to
Just run a sick beat I can rap to
Everybody calm down, it's a tracksuit
What the fuck, man? I ain't gonna stab you
Look, I don't wanna argue
But if you talk shit, man'll par you
Look at the size of my fist, I will spark you
I'm the grime scene's Lukaku
6'5" black guy, mad fly, put me up top
Man down, everybody down when I buss shots
Jump onstage, bare rage when my dub drop
You did grime for a sec, then you fucked off
Rap boys hate me cuh I do grime
Grime boys hate me cuh I do rap

Good youts hate me cuh I'm too cruddy

Bad youts hate me cuh I don't trap
Fake youts hate me cuh I'm too real
And the real youts hate me cuh I don't act
Well, um...
Suck your mum, yeah, go and do that
My name's Michael, Big Stormz
I like peng tings, I like porn
I've got a 16 bar full of corn
I breathe fire every time I yawn
Stormzy's this, Stormzy's that
Stormzy's blick, Stormzy's black
Stormzy's hairline's going way back
But I still fuck your girl, go and retweet that little nigga,
yo
Man are saying that I blew up too fast
Man are saying that I came up too quick
Rudeboy, look on the YouTube, darg
Mandem are putting in the graveyard shift
Dem man there straight wash
Brudda, don't blame me, go and blame God
Every MC wan' try and take shots
Tell 'em boy there hard work pays off
Anyway, everybody wanna do grime now
Real talk, let's not lie now
Yeah, look brudda, this my house
That's my laptop, that's my sound
That's my people, that's my crowd
That's my kingdom, that's my crown
Look, one phone call, man'll fly around
I lay one vocal then I sign out, anyway
Go Bluejays for a lunch and a brekky
Make that thing bu-bu-bang like Fekky
Got mad still with the ting, I'm TECCy

Onstage, go back to back with Skeppy

When I'm on the ball, I'm cool like Messi
Man just talk, don't talk, be steady
Tell 'em that I'm down for the war, I'm ready
Them man change circles, they're jezzys

Wicked Skengman Part

4
Stormzy
Produced By Jme

WICKED SKENGMAN PART 4 LYRICS

Wait two secs, let me spark this zoot

My niggas, they don't tark, they shoot
Roll up slow, then I park that coupe
And the game got fucked by the darkskin yout
Oh well, should've been watching
He was gone by the time that they clocked him
#MERKY, #SKENGMAN
What's the last one? Yeah, #PROBLEM
They should've stopped him, I don't run out of bars
Just like Chip, I don't run out of bars
Walk in the rave , put the glass to your face
Look, I make fuckboys run out of bars

Big 45 might bun out your clart

No safety, that might dun out your dance
Knock on your door like oi rudeboy, look
Forget the hype, just come out the yard
See the lightskin girls used to cuss me
Now the lightskin girls, they love me
Word to J Hus, man are ugly
But this rap ting's sick, man, trust me
Nobody can't claim that they buss me
Cuh man was out there on a fuckery
Plus we don't even tark too much
That's the reason why your girl wanna fuck me
I don't really care about your friend
Bare likkle fish never been on the ends
Yeah, you go hard but we go harder
You shut down but nigga, I leng
You turn up but nigga, I rep
Why do man love getting me vexed?
Here for the lightskin girl with the big bumper
And the black bredrin with the breasts
Everyting blessed, what's your name?
Where you from? Roll up, grab your girl, then I'm gone
Why do they wanna know what I'm on?
Get one chance, one chance and it's gone
Man go down, put amm in a bong
This go down on the man at the front
Nigga, stay there, stop tagging along
So if you got a BET, bring it out
Oh, you don't? Shut your mouth
Man just chat shit, ack up the mout
Know where I come from, I'm from the south
Fuck out my house, peak when I press play

Niggas go gym but they're missing out leg day

My worst days are some of your best days
Punch a grime MC off his segway, pussyhole
Don't make me slap you
Look, like, wait till I catch you
Look, man are like "that's that black yout"
Went Jools Holland in my tracksuit
Rep for the scene like yeah man, I had to
Just run a sick beat I can rap to
Everybody calm down, it's a tracksuit
What the fuck, man? I ain't gonna stab you
Look, I don't wanna argue
But if you talk shit, man'll par you
Look at the size of my fist, I will spark you
I'm the grime scene's Lukaku
6'5" black guy, mad fly, put me up top
Man down, everybody down when I buss shots
Jump onstage, bare rage when my dub drop
You did grime for a sec, then you fucked off
Rap boys hate me cuh I do grime
Grime boys hate me cuh I do rap
Good youts hate me cuh I'm too cruddy
Bad youts hate me cuh I don't trap
Fake youts hate me cuh I'm too real
And the real youts hate me cuh I don't act
Well, um...
Suck your mum, yeah, go and do that
My name's Michael, Big Stormz
I like peng tings, I like porn
I've got a 16 bar full of corn
I breathe fire every time I yawn
Stormzy's this, Stormzy's that
Stormzy's blick, Stormzy's black
Stormzy's hairline's going way back

But I still fuck your girl, go and retweet that little nigga,
yo
Man are saying that I blew up too fast
Man are saying that I came up too quick
Rudeboy, look on the YouTube, darg
Mandem are putting in the graveyard shift
Dem man there straight wash
Brudda, don't blame me, go and blame God
Every MC wan' try and take shots
Tell 'em boy there hard work pays off
Anyway, everybody wanna do grime now
Real talk, let's not lie now
Yeah, look brudda, this my house
That's my laptop, that's my sound
That's my people, that's my crowd
That's my kingdom, that's my crown
Look, one phone call, man'll fly around
I lay one vocal then I sign out, anyway
Go Bluejays for a lunch and a brekky
Make that thing bu-bu-bang like Fekky
Got mad still with the ting, I'm TECCy
Onstage, go back to back with Skeppy
When I'm on the ball, I'm cool like Messi
Man just talk, don't talk, be steady
Tell 'em that I'm down for the war, I'm ready
Them man change circles, they're... wait
Them man just wanna rap like me
Put their city on the bat like me
Creps on my feet, yeah, they're white like Cons
But the car that I drive, that's black like me
Man can't call me cold or more
Cuh I'm past that, when I'm on the track, I freeze
Them man there spit ammy and bud but

None of them don't spit crack like me like

Me vs. you don't make no sense
Might go gym, might go get hench
I go in, I go intense
In year 8, I was like 5'10"
But anyway, fuck that
Used to roll through the ends in my rucksack
Me and Mermz got caught but we bussed that
Touch one of my mandem, you get touched back
But fuck that, Stormzy man, I go sick
No, I ain't calling man for no brick
Know about 40 man that hold sticks
So no, I ain't warring man for no chick
Please don't call me fam, you're not Flipz
Ask that Morley's man for more chips
It's not just cameramen that hold clips, shit
Kill 'em with the skengman sound
Skengman flow, skeng man down
What's your postcode? Send man round
10 man up, 10 man down
Wait, wait, kill 'em with the skengman sound
Skengman flow, skeng man down
[Bars from "Nigo Duppy"]
Look, I put my city on my shoulders
You ain't cold, I'm cold, I'm the coldest
Put my Adidas creps with my Nigo top, you can't get this
yet, man are jokers
Yeah look, I made a tune with Nick Jonas
They said I sold out, that's bogus
I do a Fire in the Park, 3 million views, now it's album
time and I focus
Look man, I'm the one they all fear
I was the man of the year last year

Now I'm the man of the year for the second year straight,
like nobody don't compare
And now I'm sitting on the top and I'm looking straight
down like, hold on is anybody there?
Shut down Malia, shut down Iceland, oh my god this shit's
not fair
Look man, I was on the roads when Dizzee made Stop
Dat
You're not a badboy, stop that
Peng tings on my WhatsApp
Yeah they love when I drop that
Niggas still ask where'd I cop that
Jump in a new shaped Coupe then I dropped that
Face is bait so I drop back
Watched MCs wanna beg for their spot back

Shut Up
Stormzy
Produced By DJ XTC

SHUT UP LYRICS

Man try say he's better than me

Tell my man shut up
Mention my name in your tweets
Oi rudeboy, shut up

How can you be better than me?

Shut up
Best in the scene?
Tell my man shut up
Couple man called me a backup dancer
Onstage at the BRITs, I'm a backup dancer
If that makes me a backup dancer
The man in your vids, backup dancer
The man in your pics, backup dancer
Man wanna chat about backup dancer
Big man like me with a beard
I'm a big man, how the fuck can I backup-?
Army comes everywhere I go
I can't run when my enemies show
Walk in the club with all of my tugs
Party's done, everybody go home
Apart from the girl dem, you lot stay
Walk in the club, all the girls say hey
Tell a man like I'm K to the A
There's no champagne, we don't rave
Yeah, I'm the best, I'm so cocky
I've got a mob like A$AP Rocky
I set trends, them man copy
They catch feelings, I catch bodies
They roll deep, I roll squaddy
Got about 25 goons in my posse
They drink Bailey's, I drink Vossy
I get merky, they get worried
If you got a G-A-T, bring it out
Most of the real badboys live in south
If you wanna do me something, I'm about
I'm not a gangster, I'm just about
But you see my man over there with the pouch?

Dare one of you man try get loud

All of my mandem move so foul
I might sing but I ain't sold out
Nowadays all of my shows sold out
Headline tour, yeah blud, sold out
When we roll in, they roll out
I'm so London, I'm so south
Food in the ends like there ain't no drought
Flipz don't talk like he's got no mouth
I wanna make my mum so proud
Like "yo Mum, book a flight, go now"
All of my ex girls stalking me hard
Talk to my face, don't talk to my palm
Had four bills and I bought a new car
Little red whip that I bought for my marj
I straight murk, it's a walk in the park
I take care when I water my plants
These MCs wanna talk about Lord of the Mics
You ain't even lord of your yard
Dead MCs, blud, leave me alone
Me and your girl, we speak on the phone
Kill a whole crew of MCs on my own
Kill a whole crew of MCs for the throne
Look, I was out hungry, so damn hungry
Man tried eat then leave me the bones
Now these niggas, they need me to grow
Hot chocolate and a panini to go
I'm a big man, fuck a postcode war
Man were upset about the MOBO Awards
Yeah, I was gassed at the MOBO Awards
Why? Cause I ain't won a MOBO before
Duh, all of you MCs sound so bitter
Shut down Wireless, shut down Twitter
Shoutout Deepee, shoutout Flipper

Best my age, yeah blud, look

If you don't rate me, shame on you
If you don't rate me, shame on you
Can I order a deathbed for an MC?
He wants beef with me? Make that two
Anyone else wanna make that move?
Anyone else wanna pay their dues?
Stiff Chocolate, yeah, my face so smooth
Imposters wanna take my tunes, check it
Don't even talk too much, you're a talker
Dem man still go halves on a quarter
See me turn from a prince to a pauper
Two cigarettes and a bottle of water
Told the bouncers get the bottles in order
Man in the kitchen putting in orders
Stiff Chocolate, skin clear like water
Smooth on this ting, start locking up daughters
Brown skin girl in the club, I want that one
Who's got Rizla and chip? I wanna strap one

Hear Dis
Chip
Featuring Stormzy
Produced By Scholar
Album: Rap VS Grime

HEAR DIS LYRICS

[Verse 1: Chipmunk]
One pen got the whole country on the edge of their seat
Them man can't play musical chairs with me (never!)
Nah, I don't wanna chill backstage with no fake MCs
Some leave the room, wanna chat about me MCs
Nah, dead that, diss me, won't like when I send back
There's way too many bars in my head back
I don't care where you come from, head back
Take off your head back
Please don't say you weren't warned
No, we can't link up, no, we can't talk
If you hear a 16 bar full of corn
And it weren't Chipmunk, money's on Stormz
[Verse 2: Stormzy]
Ummmmm, you cunt
Where was you for the past 12 months?
You can get a "Skengman 5" from a Storm or
You can get a "BlukuByeBye" from a Munk
Like who's got the whole scene pissed?
If it weren't Big Mike, could have been Chip
You've been saying my name for a whole damn year
By this time, you could have been rich
Are you taking the piss? Brother, I'm blessed
I don't need no bulletproof vest
Man wanna put my skills to the test
Bun that, I'd rather clash RS
Bun that, I'd rather win some more
Not enough champs, could you bring some more?
We've been spinning MCs for the longest
2016, let me spin some more
[Verse 3: Chipmunk]

Alright, cool, let me go true, who are you?

What have you seen? What have you been through?
Yo, likkleman you wanna stunt on who?
I know Chris Brown, Chris Brown don't know you
About gully-side, what? What? When? Where? Who?
I know Mavado and he said he don't know you
The grime scene, you can go there too
I know Big Mike, Big Mike don't know you
[Verse 4: Stormzy]
I know Chipmunk and he said he don't know you
I know Bonkaz and he said he don't know you
I know some OGs in your ends
And they know your friends but they don't know you
You're not a badboy, badboys don't know you
You're not a real nigga, real niggas don't know you
I know your ends, I don't know you
King of this ting, yeah, they all know who
[Verse 5: Chipmunk]
I had man on my side that were moving shaky
Not on my team anymore
Man wanna try take me for some little boy
I'm not 16 anymore
Why's this industry fronting
Like their scene don't need me anymore?
I will pepper man right out of their dreams
Don't sleep on me anymore
[Verse 6: Stormzy]
I will piss on an MC's dreams
Til a man like me can't pee anymore
I don't tolerate psycho chicks
I'll block that bitch, don't pree anymore

They said I can't tweet 'bout the government

Why can't I be free anymore?
I'll expose these racist clubs and feds
Who can't mute me anymore
[Verse 7: Chipmunk]
8, 16s, 24s
48s, 64s, 96s
Chips got too many bars, do not risk it
They take it serious, I take the biscuit
I want the crown, crown
Mhm, I'll pen you down down
OK, dubs all around man
Damn right, call that surround sound
I've been around town
Times when man weren't around town
Getting love in your ends like it's my town
Could never take my crown, nah then or now
Cuh now and then
I get mad and just grab then pen
Skeng man down, if they get back up
Bun that, clap man down again, I'm on sound again
Gotta put on for my town again
It's straight high grade, no more loud again
When my brother gets home, I pray to god
He don't do time again
It's my time again, can't be taking my time again
Peng tings feeling grime again
I'll tell a man don't worry, I'm fine again
You better find your pen
[Verse 8: Stormzy]
It's like "I'm Fine" again but it's better
I won't sign with them they're not clever

Back my Heineken and my Stella

Whip some pies again like Nigella
No time for them, I won't bell up
Take my lighty friend to Ciao Bella
This life's a myth, I try tell her
She just wants my drink and my cheddar
Just done another tour with Annie
Stormzy's taking the piss, how can he?
Glasgow, Edinburgh, Cardiff, Manny
Trying to be the first MC with a Grammy
Hang tight Mark, hang tight Danny
Man are old school like DJ Sammy
Swear down right now everyting's bookey
I've never seen man act so bammy
Stand your ground, don't be shook
I'm gonna be everywhere you look
Don't need no one, nah, I'm good
A thousand hours in the studio booked
The time you took, the way they parred
Them man ain't got a clue 'bout bars
Til' you see a skinny little brudda from Accra
Money in the bank, put the money in the jar, word

Not That Deep (Section

Boyz Remix)

Stormzy
Featuring Section Boyz
Produced By The HeavyTrackerz

NOT THAT DEEP (SECTION BOYZ REMIX) LYRICS

[Hook: Stormzy]
Yo
Man wanna talk like they're down for the war
That's not war, that's not beef
That yout' said he was a section boy
But that's not Litz, That's not Sleeks
That's not Swift and that's not Inch and
That's not K9, that's not Reeks
Man said he's been on it from time and I
Looked at him like that's not Deeps
[Verse 1: Deepee]
Boom, man a put Max on beat
Corn on cobs, wraps on cheese
Walked in the shop, Got racks not deets
Hoodie got goggs like that's not Deeps
I'm good with the box, man'a put packs on streets
I'm been giving shots, man'a say thanks just leave
I bully your squad, I don't take crap from neeks
They fully forgot man are not bad, they're breeds
They fully forgot man are not one of them please
Manaman talk, not one of them speak, they're weak
Manaman grind and eat
They're not grime, they hide and fleet
Man no cry, man ride man's greaze
If I pull up outside, man hide, just peak
If a nigga buss high slugs fly high like bees
Fill a nigga upright with fries cause beef

[Verse 2: Swift]
They used to think that I'm weird
Now they think that I'm harder
Plus, my friend got a beard
And he's looking Osama
Somebody get a chair
I can't stand in farmers
What you doing round here
Them man are just barbers
Gyal give me that hmhm
I make her say uh-uh
She done give me the punana
Now tell your friends about banana
Peng, peng, peng
Them man hate much
Don't hate on my brudda
Saw them, they won't say much
What you sayin', they didn't say nada
[Verse 3: Sleeks]
It's not that deep, see me in the street
Bare eight balls cause I broke down the key
Hype with me, eight man stuffed in a Jeep
And we're coming down this eve
Touch my weed, acting like you don't know
Nigga this S4P, cutting through Heath
That nigga owes me P's
Chased him till he got weak
Nigga it's peak, man can't phone me again
Delete my number I told him again
Gyal with the big back phoning again
Wanna FaceTime and show me her breasts
I just do my job, get my prof'

Nigga stop watching me

Talking that I got boxed, shut your gob
Nah, that's not Sleeks
[Verse 4: Inch]
What'd you mean it's not that deep
Man talk light. he get boxed in the cheek
Peak, wrote these bars last week
Them man are mooks that can never be we
See, caught him on the road with the Os
Them man move so shook
Never gave a look, likkle man tried to pipe up
Gave him a right hand hook
Talk about mook, nah, I never been a mook
Always been a crook, never been shook
Thank God for the trips I took
I shout codes for the whips we took
Gyal wanna kiss this foot
I've got a little gypsy thot
And she gives head like Pixie does
Then she gone like pixie dust
[Hook: Stormzy]
Man wanna talk like they're down for the war
That's not war, that's not beef
That yout' said he was a section boy
But that's not Litz, That's not Sleeks
That's not Swift and that's not Inch and
That's not K9, that's not Reeks
Man said he's been on it from time and I
Looked at him like that's not Deeps
[Verse 5: Littlez]
See me in the streets, I be doing road with my bros

Flooding up the streets with the Os

Tryna get Ps, man, I know niggas that squeeze
My bruddas keep it sho
Talking 'bout Litz, manna come swift on the beat
Ask Deeps, can't mess with the flow
See her in the rave, got no P's in her purse
Look like she got a dry throat
Stormz made dark skin sexy again
Now my light skin ting wanna text me again
It's not that deep, they can't compare to the depths
Section, we the best in the ends
I heard it's your girl, but she left with my friend
She came on a bus but she left in a Benz
No, I don't care where you're from
Bun your rep, you can still get hit with the skeng
[Verse 6: Reeko]
Man are just talking loads
Bro, we talking code
They say we just rap, I dunno
These times they don't look on road
Wrapped in cling
And my feet like Fred Flinstone
They drinking JD
My niggas smoking dope
Box him in JD
He was looking at bro
Uck with the tongue ring
Got me feeling all grown
Ring, ring, ring, ring
Should've silent ringtone
Hard food like dumping
Feeding cats on my own

[Verse 7: K9]
It's not that deep like Joker, why so serious?
We've been going in for a while, now they wanna hear us
Man these niggas hilarious like a stand-up
I'm only gonna sit down with my bands up
From now I'ma run till my stamina runs out
Cause I'm up in for run up
Little niggas with them guns up
Bare Zs in the house, but I ain't going sleep now
I'm on the streets tryna renown
Then mummy kicked me out
Me and B rolling through your ends, watch me skid round
Get the youngers smoked, still won't put the blades down
I ain't putting this gauge down
Section in the place, everybody on the wave now
[Hook: Stormzy]
Man wanna talk like they're down for the war
That's not war, that's not beef
That yout' said he was a section boy
But that's not Litz, that's not Sleeks
That's not Swift and that's not Inch and
That's not K9, that's not Reeks
Man said he's been on it from time and I
Looked at him like that's not Deeps
Wait

Shutdown

Skepta
Produced By Ragz Originale & Skepta
Album: The Tim Westwood Mix

SHUTDOWN LYRICS

[Intro: Drake]
Man's never been in Marquee when it's shutdown eh?
Trusss me daddi
(Man's never been in)
[Hook: Skepta]
When it's shutdown
That's not me and it's shutdown
Ring ring pussy, it's shutdown
Fashion week and it's shutdown
Went to the show sitting in the front row
In the black tracksuit and it's shutdown
Touch the road and it's shutdown
Boy Better Know when it's shutdown
[Verse 1: Skepta]
Yeah, take time
If a man wanna try me, no time
Usain Bolt when I run up on stage
I pick up the mic and it's reload time
Don't know your songs but they know mine
That's why I got gigs just like Joe Grind
After the show I be rolling mine
Don't care bout the no smoking sign
They try to steal my vision
This ain't a culture, it's my religion
God knows I don't wanna go prison
But if a man wanna try me, trust me, listen

Me and my Gs ain't scared of police

We don't listen to no politician
Everybody on the same mission
We don't care about your -isms and schisms
[Hook: Skepta]
Cause it's shutdown
That's not me and it's shutdown
Ring ring pussy, it's shutdown
Fashion week and it's shutdown
Went to the show sitting in the front row
In the black tracksuit and it's shutdown
Touch the road and it's shutdown
Boy Better Know when it's shutdown
[Verse 2: Skepta]
You wanna act like a G for the camera
You say you're Muslim, you say you're Rasta
Say you don't eat pork, don't eat pussy
Liar, you're just a actor
Blud, you're not on your deen
And if Selassie saw you he would say
"Blud take off the red gold and green"
Them man are soft just like ice cream
Seen? Start moving correctly
If you don't wanna upset me, you get me?
You tryna show me your Fendi
I told you before, this shit don't impress me
I bet I make you respect me
When you see the mandem are selling out Wembley
Roll deep in a blacked out Bentley
Pull up outside like "wah gwan sexy"
[Hook]

Yeah, and it's shutdown

That's not me and it's shutdown
Ring ring pussy, it's shutdown
Fashion week and it's shutdown
Went to the show sitting in the front row
In the black tracksuit and it's shutdown
Touch the road and it's shutdown
Boy Better Know when it's shutdown
[Skit]
A bunch of young men all dressed in black dancing
extremely aggressively on stage, it made me feel so
intimidated and it's just not what I expect to see on prime
time TV
[Verse 3: Skepta]
I'm in a different class
When I get through I'mma bring my dargs
2 by 2, man a walk on the ark
Sittin' at the front, just like Rosa Parks
Trust me, you don't wanna see me get dark
Upset cause man are way up right now
And the shit happened all so fast
I was in Paris, shut down l'Arc
New York, shut down Central Park
Talk about London, yo Frisco where shall I start?
Walked in, spat ten 16 bars
And each and every one of them came from the heart
None of my lyrics are stolen
"Go on then, go on then", that's my slogan
Wanna know how I did it with no label
No A-list songs, and I told them
[Hook]

Blud, I just shutdown

That's not me and it's shutdown
Ring ring pussy, it's shutdown
Fashion week and it's shutdown
Went to the show sitting in the front row
In the black tracksuit and it's shutdown
Touch the road and it's shutdown
Boy Better Know when it's shutdown
[Outro: Drake]
Link up Daddy
All right
Yo tomorrow I'm gonna come scoop you, we'll go to Biz's
Yeah for sure
All right
Dun know

Standard
Stormzy
Produced By The HeavyTrackerz

STANDARD LYRICS

[Produced by The HeavyTrackerz]

[Hook]
I kill an MC (standard)
Leave a boy's face in the Evening (Standard)
You are not a top MC, you're just (standard)

Peng tings in the VIP, that's (standard)

Tell man (standard), Stormz ain't (standard)
Man's got MOBO Awards, that's (standard)
Soon have plaques on my wall like (standard)
Slides and socks on my feet that's (standard)
I kill an MC (standard)
Leave a boy's face in the Evening (Standard)
You are not a top MC, you're just (standard)
Peng tings in the VIP, that's (standard)
Tell man (standard), Stormz ain't (standard)
Man's got MOBO Awards, that's (standard)
Soon have plaques on my wall like (standard)
Slides and socks on my feet, that's (standard)
[Verse 1]
They don't wanna go back to back, I'm the best here
All I gotta do is rap and they get scared
Best Grime Act 2015
Rudeboy, come and chat to me next year
I ain't new to the hype
Have you ever seen what I do to the mic?
Rap like a street boy, sing like a sweet boy
Yeah little nigga, I do what I like
Look, I am the problem, #PROBLEM
If you want a problem, 079 me
You are not Skepta, you are not Wiley
Man have got bars, let a brudda come try me
What? What, you thought I weren't grimy?
What? Didn't know I get lively?
Brain of a wise man, heart like a pikey
Why don't none of these MCs like me? I hear them talk
"How did he win the award, man?
He don't deserve that shit." I tell man straight
"I ain't here to play games

Lord knows that I've earned this shit"

Ayo Flipz, have you heard this shit?
Should I set pace? Should I murk 'em quick?
Come with twenty man, went top twenty fam
Bump "Skeng 4" in my German whip
Look, I ain't saying that makes me great
I'm just saying I'm playing my part
I just find it funny how they
Told me this one ain't gonna chart
Tell all the haters kiss my arse
Year's been mad like where do I start?
Man wanna talk about views on the Fire in the Booth
Go and check my fire in the park
Man want a war, let me know when
Do it in a fist fight, do it with the pen
Tell em that you can go Texas Chainsaw Massacre
I'mma go WickedSkengMan part 10
Or go and do a fire in the park part 2
Yeah, you got a car, I got a fast car too
Yeah, you got a gun, I got a rata too
Big man like me getting parred by you?
No way
[Hook]
I kill an MC (standard)
Leave a boy's face in the Evening (Standard)
You are not a top MC, you're just (standard)
Peng tings in the VIP, that's (standard)
Tell man (standard), Stormz ain't (standard)
Man's got MOBO Awards, that's (standard)
Soon have plaques on my wall like (standard)
Slides and socks on my feet, that's (standard)
[Verse 2]

I tell man (standard), them boy (standard)

Fourteen, I was in the hood with the gangsters
Can't be a dickhead in my hood, you'll get bantered
Three stripes on my whole team, I stay branded
Get man angered, cool, that's (standard)
Man are like "Brah, are you dead? You get Sanka'd"
Take a man's girl to the spa and get pampered
That's a five star ting, that ain't (standard)
Rudeboy (standard), my shows ain't (standard)
You can get a bottle in your head, you'll get Fanta'd
Out in the town with the lads, I get wankered
I roll with the Gs, but today I'm with the skankers
I pop one Champers, I know bankers
And I know gunmen, thugs and shankers
You can be a target and you can get Manga'd
Cuh I roll deep like my brakes been tampered
Look, any riddim I touch, I get busy
Ex-girl hitting me up, like oh really
Let me know who's silly enough to get silly
You ain't got a million bucks, you're not Diddy
You ain't got a million bucks, so just cool
Man stay grizzy as fuck like One Fiddy
Blud don't charge me up, I go back to back
You ain't killing my buzz, you're not Drizzy
Wanna get aggy with us? Then go through
Niggas ain't badding me up, I'm not you
No, I weren't catching a bus to roll through
Cause my jeans weren't baggy enough to hold food
Big bit poking out of my waist
Can't be hanging with us, there's no room
All those threats go over my head
Cause you're just not savage enough, you're no goon
(Standard)

[Hook]
I kill an MC (standard)
Leave a boy's face in the Evening (Standard)
You are not a top MC, you're just (standard)
Peng tings in the VIP, that's (standard)
Tell man (standard), Stormz ain't (standard)
Man's got MOBO Awards, that's (standard)
Soon have plaques on my wall like (standard)
Slides and socks on my feet, that's (standard)
I kill an MC (standard)
Leave a boy's face in the Evening (Standard)
You are not a top MC, you're just (standard)
Peng tings in the VIP, that's (standard)
Tell man (standard), Stormz ain't (standard)
Man's got MOBO Awards, that's (standard)
Soon have plaques on my wall like (standard)
Slides and socks on my feet, that's (standard)

Wicked Skengman Part

3
Stormzy
Produced By Prince Rapid

WICKED SKENGMAN PART 3 LYRICS

(Stormzy)
WickedSkengman Part 3

Big up all of the mandem inside, all of the OTF, 100

thousand views special
Yeah, big up everyone who watches Behind Bars
alright
Check it
Everybody's talking tough till its go time
When its show time niggas don't speak up
Fuck boy talking shit on my insta catch him on the road
nigga don't freeze up
I might write a song for your girlfriend
But don't be a fool man I stayed g'd up
Can't chat to me about work rate tell a MC nigga try keep
up
Tell a MC nigga try keep up
Tell a MC nigga don't be fooled
I was on the strip with a shank and a pack full of piff
Man you was getting slapped in school
I was in the booth with a dream and a phone full of 60's
You was gettin frassed like a fool
I was on the cliff, dot dot long like a bitch
Can't chat to me about tools
Man can't chat to me about ridin'
Man can't chat to me about cool
Big man like you with the aqua
Man can't chat to me about jewels
Man wanna chat to me about flow
Man wanna chat to me about barz
Man wanna chat to me about uk rap when the whole
scenes actually ours
Yo
That nigga sounds like me
That nigga sounds like stormz ... thats not mike
That nigga took my flow

That nigga stole my barz, thats not right

You cant chat about road, my niggas cold, my niggas act
on sight
That nigga rap bout dough, that nigga broke, nigga your
stacks all light
See niggas just act all hype just like stormz ain't got the
crown no more
But he cant make a song for the radios
Stormz make a banger that sounds so raw
And I hear some mandem talkin my name like I dont get
about no more
Couple man from the ends who're talkin shit... theyre not
around no more
Theyre not around no more
Mandem went down for the cause, mandem went down
for the war
Threw out of the door, back with a parcel of scores
Tryna put an ounce into drawer, man down from the force
Niggas didn't allow them before, runnin from the sound of
the law
Whole crows gonna roar, chillin' in a house full of whores
Tryna get a bounce from the draw
I mean..
Tryna get a draw then a bounce
Still get money on enormous amounts
Buddy said that he needs more than an ounce
Tryna put p's in his daughters account like
Whose the hardest? It can't be them man are garbage
I'm still the coldest and the darkest, I still fucked mans
girl I'm a bastard what
(crowd shouting)
I still fucked mans girl I'm a bastard look

I was chillin in my whip with flips, like what songs that

rudeboy can you turn it up
(mad silence)
Turn it off man I've heard enough
You must be worked to be versing us
Go get a job bout you turning up
I still back beef like Mermur does
If you wanna progress come and work with us
(crowd shouting)
man I've heard enough
You must be worked to be versing us
Go get a job bout you turning up
I still back beef like Mermur does
If you wanna progress come and work with us
I take two shots then I liven up
Stormzys cold you need to sign him up
Them man there wanna fight with us?
I'll get mad dont wind me up
The like skin girls used to burn me
Now the light skin girls tryna churps me
I just stop and I screw them like here have drink man
your tirsty
See bare man wanna beef me
(crowd shouting)
...Them man there wanna fight with us?
I'll get mad dont wind me up
The like skin girls used to burn me
Now the light skin girls tryna churps me

I just stop and I screw them like here have drink man
your tirsty
See bare man wanna beef me
Cah I come with this take mans girl talk
Dont look at me man its her fault
Dont look at me man I'm innocent
OTF yeah my man are militant
No regrets yeah Stormzy I'm killin em
Tryna make more than a million (huuh!)
Big black Ghana man come to lock off the dance and whine some
girls
Stop watchin' my face fam you better find your girl
She left with the mandem, look at the time as well..
And if her boyfriends cool but she still wanna fuck then I
might as well, yo

Wickedskengman 2
Stormzy

WICKEDSKENGMAN 2 LYRICS

[Intro]
[Stormzy]
I whip up a 16 bar for them
Niggas my sons i father them
The amount of peng tings I've beat this week
Ey yo look peeps wah gwan for them
Make me have to jump in my car for them

Addition the ones when I'm passing them

I know some killers from Leeds
That wear ripped jeans snapbacks and cardigans
So don't judge a book by it's cover
Cuh you might be pissed when you open it
I went dope for like half of 2013
And I told these niggas make the most of it
Krept and Konan buss of the ends
Now it's my time I take ownership
You niggas don't shot
Oh my god how do you make prof(it) when you smoking it
The light skin girls used to blank me
Use to say that I'm blick and lanky
How can she?
I used to wile out and get angry
You know the same girls that aboy me
Now i call em to my car like OI G!
What's your number? Give it to me quick don't annoy me
You know like that
OTF yeah you know my badge
Nigga I'm old school from a long time I've been local
Go nigga check my stats
Wait, tell a nigga go compare
No, tell a nigga don't compare
Man from the other side
See i can't come to the other side
But i still go round there
Didn't care then and I still don't care
I make peng tings call Mike dear
I make gyal fall out with their husbands
Tell your boyfriend that I'm still not scared
About stop texting your girl?
I text your girlfriend if i like
I late night creep with your babes

Bare ? flexing the rhyme

Stiff chocolato i still take mans girl I'm an asshole
And I've been cold from way back
I need an lem? sip and a carpool
And tell a fuckboy yo take that
I'm the black Gary Barlow
Peng tings on my whats app yeah you know the rest
And she hates every single song on my tape
But she loves ? yeah you know the rest
She said Michael can you grab me
I'm in 12th still on a back street
I said shit man you should have brought cab p
What the fuck do I look like a taxi
Slut! try take Mike for a mug
Try take Mike for a boy in a rave
Then little Mike might just light up the club
Standard, excuse my grammar
The bouncers hench but Big Wormz wammer
Everybody calm down cuh my young G crept in with a blammer
So cool yeah, just cool nah I'm in the corner
Yeah the brown tings mine
Come to the back big girl just wind
Them boy there not about that life
I had to pull my man to the side
I said yo don't kill my wibe
My bredrin there's got a knife
And when he gets drunk he gets all hyped, so just cool off...

Lock Arff
Section Boyz
Produced By Nyge
Album: Don't Panic

LOCK ARFF LYRICS

[Intro: Inch]
Yo, what them know about lock arff?
Wah? Road get lock arff
Face get chop arff
Wah? Steel and copper
Wah? Everyting lock arff
What them know about lock arff?
Ayo likkle man
What you know about lock arff?
[Hook: Inch]
Wah? Everyting lock arff
Wah? Road get lock arff
Wah? Steel and copper
Wah? Road get lock arff
Wah? Shutdown lock arff
Wah? Everyting lock arff
Nah big man ting
What you know about lock arff?
Wah? Everyting lock arff
Huh? Steel and copper
When we do road akh, man
Everyting lock arff
Huh? Everyting lock arff
What? Everyting lock arff

Whoa, steel and copper

Wah? Road get lock arff
[Verse 1: Inch]
Rifle a pop arff
Nuff gyal get wuk arff
Unnu take unnu top arff
This about fi get lock arff
Man, war is war
Bro got the keys for the cyar
Bro got the sweets for the star
Man a rise and pop arff
Man's champy get buss arff
That's a shutdown lock arff
Man's side road block arff
Man'll knock your block arff
Bro took that top arff
There ain't no time for no stop arffs
Mad brassiere get pop arff
Man a rise and pop arff
[Verse 2: Sleeks]
Fuck what you heard
Bro, man are real life shotta
Call up for a burn
Amni's coming in proper
Four door swerve, skrrr skrrr, skrrr
Bang, road lock lock arff
Long nose ting with the two shells
You can see the front bit bruck arff
Still up in the streets, still up in the pave
No rave tryna make papers
Still up on my knees before I do street
And pray God make some changes

But I see them haters hating

And tell a man fuck arff
And I ring trap when I do road
I don't need top up
[Hook:]
[Verse 3: Swift]
Everyting lock arff
Trap line pop arff
Funny boy, haha
She give me hmm now, uh uh
Gyal's always tun so tun it
Before the man run arff
Phone ish matic for the matic
Everything lock arff
120 on the modes
In the German, better hashtag #Russian
Do it for my brudda or mama
My white friend said that it's pucker
Bro in the kitchen whipping Chris Tucker
I ain't into kissing, she could be a yucker
Talking to me? Better talk to me proper
Walk with the Zs and I drop it on a runner
[Verse 4: Knine]
In the trap with some young guns
Since young, been a wild bunch
Dum dums and shotgun
Big rack, she a hot one
Feds at the door, I'm on the third floor
Balcony, had to hop arff
Smoke nuff ganja like a Rasta
Phone kill like E. Honda

Bread more tryna make that butter

M10, no squeeze, make it stutter
Two shots from the dots, that's dumb and dumber
High road get lock arff
Do it, then run off
Hit it from the back, then I run off
Back to them Zs getting chopped up, Mad Max
You already know I'm a shotta
[Hook]
[Verse 5: Deepee]
Man'll get everyting locked, shots
Everyting pop, brick
Block down blocks
Gyal with the belly ring top
She like Semis and Glocks
Stepped in there, any man watch
Section plus twenty man, what?
Take a man's tings, my man tell a man what
Man'll get everyting locked
Everyting locked, locked off
Movies, send a man in
T-house, send a man shop
Groupies send a man tings
Big akhs send a man blocks
Two keys get a man robbed
Two keys get a man singed
2pcs, chips in a box
Movies, clips, man watch
Doobies lit
Do by spit getting rocked
[Verse 6: Littlez]

Man are real Don Dada

Old school like ragga
Man, I need them pounds and dollar
Run through green light, grasshopper
Gyal with the big breasts and the backa
Wan' come get the room-ram or the dagger
Tun ting dem guy gyal road blocka
When we do road, man haffi move proper
Everyting lit, everyting lock arff
Weed getting lit, champagne pop arff
Still up in the bits, tryna get guala
Skeng ting pop and them man runner
Roll with the brucky, all chock-a-blocka
Plastic yout, them are fake like tupper
Talk to the feds, got 'nough man lock arff
Free TK, TY and Rucka
[Hook]

6 God
Drake
Produced By Boi-1da & Syk Sense
Album: If You're Reading This It's Too Late

6 GOD LYRICS

[Produced by Boi-1da and SykSense]

[Intro]

Rrrr Ting
[Verse]
I'll admit it, I'll admit it
Watch your motherfuckin' tone, boy, get hurt, boy
Aww, here go another mo'fucker that don't understand
The concept of puttin' money first, boy
I'm 'bout to hit you with the work, boy
I'm 'bout to hit you with the work, boy
I hate comin' through stuntin' on niggas that I know
Ahh, that's the worst, boy
I'll admit it, I'll admit it
You haven't been the man for like a minute
I told you that I'm in it for the long haul
You can really get the business
I'll admit it, I'll admit it
Rolling swishers hittin' swishes
Got me feelin' like a ball hog
I don't pass 'em when I get it
I'll admit it, I'll admit it
You too worried 'bout the bitches
I got one girl, and she my girl, and nobody else can hit it
She'll admit it, she'll admit it
She ain't fuckin' with you niggas
And just like every single other thing in my life
You can have her when I'm finished
I hear the talk on road is I'm the shit, boy
Phone call back home, shit is hot up in the 6, boy
Shit hot up in the 6 right now, shit hot up in the 6, boy
Shit is hot up in the 6 right now
Come see us and get it fixed, boy
Black Benz on the road, boy, already had a Rolls Royce
Sold a couple Bentley last week, them were my old toys
I give a fuck about old boy

I give a fuck about his squad, boy

I give a fuck about your mob, boy
I'm the real 6 God, boy
I'm about to say a true thing
I'm about to say a true thing
You was poppin' back when Usher wore a U-chain
God damn, you changed
I put it on 'erything, it's a Rrr Ting
It's a OVO come through murk things
I know you heard things
Bitch, I know you heard things
Yeah, I know you heard things, I know you
I'm not new to this
Coming from the motherfucking 6 side
I'm not new to this
Niggas wouldn't make it on this side
I'm not new to this
I'm not new, I'm not new
Yeah, I know you heard things
Nobody really likes us except for us
Yeah, all I ever needed was the squad so that's what's up
Yeah, my sound got the whole city in your way right now
So I don't give a fuck about what anybody sayin' right
now

Stan
Eminem
Featuring Dido
Produced By Mark the 45 King
Album: The Marshall Mathers LP
VERIFIED ANNOTATIONS BY

Eminem
STAN LYRICS

[Produced by Mark the 45 King]

[Hook: Dido]
My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I got out of bed at
all
The morning rain clouds up my window and I can't see at
all
And even if I could it'll all be gray, but your picture on my
wall
It reminds me, that it's not so bad, it's not so bad
[Verse 1: Eminem (as Stan)]
Dear Slim I wrote you, but you still ain't callin'
I left my cell, my pager and my home phone at the
bottom
I sent two letters back in autumn, you must not've got
em
There probably was a problem at the post office or
something
Sometimes I scribble addresses too sloppy when I jot 'em
But anyways, fuck it, what's been up man, how's your
daughter?
My girlfriend's pregnant too, I'm 'bout to be a father
If I have a daughter, guess what I'mma call her?
I'mma name her Bonnie
I read about your Uncle Ronnie too, I'm sorry
I had a friend kill himself over some bitch who didn't want
him
I know you probably hear this every day, but I'm your
biggest fan
I even got the underground shit that you did with Skam
I got a room full of your posters and your pictures, man
I like the shit you did with Rawkus too, that shit was phat
Anyways, I hope you get this man, hit me back

Just to chat, truly yours, your biggest fan, this is Stan

[Hook: Dido]
My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I got out of bed at
all
The morning rain clouds up my window and I can't see at
all
And even if I could it'll all be gray, but your picture on my
wall
It reminds me, that it's not so bad, it's not so bad
[Verse 2: Eminem (as Stan)]
Dear Slim, you still ain't called or wrote; I hope you have
a chance
I ain't mad, I just think it's fucked up you don't answer
fans
If you didn't want to talk to me outside the concert
You didn't have to, but you could've signed an autograph
for Matthew
That's my little brother man, he's only six years old
We waited in the blistering cold for you
For four hours and you just said no
That's pretty shitty man, you're like his fucking idol
He wants to be just like you, man, he likes you more than
I do
I ain't that mad though, I just don't like being lied to
Remember when we met in Denver?
You said if I'd write you, you would write back
See, I'm just like you in a way
I never knew my father neither
He used to always cheat on my mom and beat her
I can relate to what you're saying in your songs
So when I have a shitty day, I drift away and put 'em on
Cause I don't really got shit else

So that shit helps when I'm depressed

I even got a tattoo of your name across the chest
Sometimes I even cut myself to see how much it bleeds
It's like adrenaline, the pain is such a sudden rush for me
See everything you say is real, and I respect you cause
you tell it
My girlfriend's jealous cause I talk about you 24/7
But she don't know you like I know you, Slim, no one does
She don't know what it was like for people like us growing
up
You gotta call me, man, I'll be the biggest fan you'll ever
lose
Sincerely yours, Stan
P.S. We should be together too
[Hook: Dido]
My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I got out of bed at
all
The morning rain clouds up my window and I can't see at
all
And even if I could it'll all be gray, but your picture on my
wall
It reminds me, that it's not so bad, it's not so bad
[Verse 3: Eminem (as Stan)]
Dear Mr. I'm-Too-Good-to-Call-or-Write-My-Fans
This'll be the last package I ever send your ass
It's been six months and still no word, I don't deserve it?
I know you got my last two letters
I wrote the addresses on 'em perfect
So this is my cassette I'm sending you, I hope you hear it
I'm in the car right now, I'm doing 90 on the freeway
Hey, Slim, I drank a fifth of vodka, you dare me to drive
You know the song by Phil Collins "In the Air of the Night"

About that guy who could've saved that other guy from
drowning
But didn't, then Phil saw it all, then at a a show he found
him
That's kinda how this is, you could've rescued me from
drowning
Now it's too late, I'm on a thousand downers now, I'm
drowsy
And all I wanted was a lousy letter or a call
I hope you know I ripped all of your pictures off the wall
I loved you Slim, we could've been together, think about
it
You ruined it now, I hope you can't sleep and you dream
about it
And when you dream
I hope you can't sleep and you scream about it
I hope your conscience eats at you
And you can't breathe without me
See, Slim, shut up bitch, I'm tryna talk
Hey, Slim, that's my girlfriend screamin' in the trunk
But I didn't slit her throat, I just tied her up, see I ain't like
you
Cause if she suffocates she'll suffer more and then she'll
die too
Well, gotta go, I'm almost at the bridge now
Oh shit, I forgot, how am I supposed to send this shit out?
[Hook: Dido]
My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I got out of bed at
all
The morning rain clouds up my window and I can't see at
all
And even if I could it'll all be gray, but your picture on my
wall

It reminds me, that it's not so bad, it's not so bad

[Verse 4: Eminem]
Dear, Stan, I meant to write you sooner but I just been
busy
You said your girlfriend's pregnant now, how far along is
she?
Look, I'm really flattered you would call your daughter
that
And here's an autograph for your brother
I wrote it on a Starter cap
I'm sorry I didn't see you at the show, I must've missed
you
Don't think I did that shit intentionally just to diss you
But what's this shit you said about you like to cut your
wrists too?
I say that shit just clowning, dawg, come on, how fucked
up is you?
You got some issues Stan, I think you need some
counseling
To help your ass from bouncing off the walls when you
get down some
And what's this shit about us meant to be together?
That type of shit'll make me not want us to meet each
other
I really think you and your girlfriend need each other
Or maybe you just need to treat her better
I hope you get to read this letter, I just hope it reaches
you in time
Before you hurt yourself, I think that you'll be doing just
fine
If you relax a little, I'm glad I inspire you, but Stan
Why are you so mad?
Try to understand, that I do want you as a fan

I just don't want you to do some crazy shit

I seen this one shit on the news a couple weeks ago that
made me sick
Some dude was drunk and drove his car over a bridge
And had his girlfriend in the trunk
And she was pregnant with his kid
And in the car they found a tape, but they didn't say who
it was to
Come to think about it, his name was, it was you, damn

Bad Guy
Eminem
Produced By Luis Resto, StreetRunner, S1 & M-Phazes
Album: The Marshall Mathers LP 2

BAD GUY LYRICS

[Part 1: Produced by S1 and M-Phazes]

[Verse 1]
It's like I'm in this dirt, digging up old hurt
Tried everything to get my mind off you, it won't work
All it takes is one song on the radio
You're right back on it reminding me all over again
How you fucking just brushed me off and left me so burnt
Spent a lot of time trying to soul search
Maybe I needed to grow up a little first
Well, looks like I hit a growth spurt

But I'm coming for closure

Don't suppose an explanation I'm owed
For the way that you turned your back on me
Just when I may have needed you most
Oh, you thought it was over?
You could just close the
Chapter and go about your life, like it was nothing
You ruined mine, but you seem to be doing fine
Well, I've never recovered, but tonight I bet ya that what
You're 'bout to go through's tougher than anything I ever
have suffered
Can't think of a better way to define poetic justice
Can I hold grudges, mind saying, "Let it go, fuck this"
Heart's saying: "I will, once I bury this bitch alive
Hide the shovel and then drive off in the sunset"
[Hook: Sarah Jaffe]
I flee the scene like it was my last ride
You see right through, oh you had me pegged the first
time
You can see the truth but it's easier to justify
What's bad is good
And I hate to be the bad guy
I just hate to be the bad guy
(Follow me I ruh-uh-un, follow me I ruh-uh-un)
I just hate to be the bad guy
(Follow me I ruh-uh-un, follow me I ruh-uh-un)
[Verse 2]
And to think, I used to think you was the shit, bitch
To think it was you at one time I worshipped, shit
Think you can hurt people and just keep getting away
with it
Not this time, you better go and get the sewing kit, bitch

Finish this stitch so you can reap what you sew, nitwit
Thought some time would pass and I'd forget it? Forget it
You left our family in shambles
And you expect me to just get over him, pretend he
never existed?
May be gone, but he's not forgotten
And don't think cause he's been out the pictures
So long that I've stopped the plotting and still ain't
coming to getcha
You're wrong and that shit was rotten
And the way you played him, same shit you did to me;
cold
Have you any idea the shit that I've gone through?
Feelings I harbor, all this pent up resentment I hold on to
Not once you call to ask me how I'm doing
Letters, you don't respond to 'em
Fuck it, I'm coming to see you
And gee who better to talk to than you, the cause of my
problems
My life is garbage and I'm 'bout to take it out on you
Poof, then I'm gone, voosh
And...
[Hook: Sarah Jaffe]
I flee the scene like it was my last ride
You see right through, oh you had me pegged the first
time
You can see the truth but it's easier to justify
What's bad is good
And I hate to be the bad guy
I just hate to be the bad guy
(Follow me I ruh-uh-un, follow me I ruh-uh-un)
I just hate to be the bad guy
(Follow me I ruh-uh-un, follow me I ruh-uh-un)

[Verse 3]
I've been driving around your side of this town
Like nine frickin' hours and forty-five minutes now
Finally I found your new address, park in your drive
Feel like I've been waiting on this moment all of my life
And it's now arrived, and my mouth is full of saliva
My knife is out and I'm ducking on the side of your house
See, it's sad it came to this point
Such a disappointment I had to make this appointment to
come and see ya
But I ain't here for your empathy
I don't need your apology, or your friendship or sympathy
It's revenge that I seek
So I sneak vengefully and treat your bedroom window
Like I reach my full potential, I peeked
Continue to peep, still bent low, then keep
Tapping the glass lightly then start to crescendo, sneak
All the way 'round to the back porch, man
Door handles unlocked
Shouldn't be that easy to do this
You don't plan for intruders beforehand
Surprised to see me? Cat got your tongue?
Gag, chloroform rag
Gag, almost hack-up a lung, like you picked an axe up
and swung, Stick to the core plan
Dragged to the back of a trunk by one of your fans
Irony's spectacular, huh?
Now who's a faggot, you punk
And here's your Bronco hat; you can have that shit back
cause they suck
It's just me, you and the music now, Slim, I hope you hear
it
We're in a car right now, wait, here comes my favorite

lyric
"I'm the bad guy who makes fun of people that die"
And hey, here's a sequel to my Mathers LP just to try to
get people to buy
How's this for a publicity stunt, this should be fun
Last album now, cause after this you'll be officially done
Eminem killed by M and M, Matthew Mitchell
Bitch, I even have your initials
I initially was gonna bury you next to my brother but fuck
it
Since you're in love with your city so much
I figured, what the fuck the best place you could be
buried alive is right here
Two more exits, time is quite near
Hope we don't get stopped, no license I fear
That sirens I hear
Guess 90 on the freeway wasn't the brightest idea
As cops appear in my driver's side mirror
(Oh, God, police aaaghh)
Hope Foxtrot gets an aerial shot of your burial plot, at
least
New plan Stan, Slim "chauvinist pig drove in this big
Lincoln Town Car"
Well gotta go, almost at the bridge
Ha ha big bro it's for you, Slim, this is for him
And Frank Ocean; oh, hope you can swim good
Now say you hate homos again
[Part 2: Produced by StreetRunner]
[Verse 4]
I also represent anyone on the receiving end of those
jokes you offend
I'm the nightmare you fell asleep and then woke up still

in
I'm your karma closing in with each stroke of a pen
Perfect time to have some remorse to show for your sin
Nope, it's hopeless, I'm the denial that you're hopelessly
in
When they say all of this is approaching its end
But you refuse to believe that it's over
Here we go all over again
Back's to the wall, I'm stacking up all them odds
Toilets clogged, yeah cause I'm talking a lot of shit but
I'm backing it all up
But in my head there's a voice in the back and it hollers
after the track is demolished
"I am your lack of a conscience"
I'm the ringing in your ears
I'm the polyps on the back of your tonsils
Eatin' your vocal chords after your concerts
I'm your time that's almost up that you haven't
acknowledged
Grab for some water but I'm that pill that's too jagged to
swallow
I'm the bullies you hate
That you became with every faggot you slaughtered
Coming back on you, every woman you insult, batter but
the double-standards you have when it comes to your
daughters
I represent everything, you take for granted
Cause Marshall Mathers the rapper's persona's half a
facade
And Matthew and Stan's just symbolic
Of you not knowing what you had 'til it's gone
Cause after all the glitz and the glam
No more fans that are calling your name
Cameras are off

Sad, but it happens to all of 'em

I'm the hindsight to say, I told you so
Foreshadows of all the, things that are to follow
I'm the future that's here to show you what happens
tomorrow
If you don't stop after they call ya
Biggest laughing stock of rap who can't call it quits
When it's time to walk away, I'm every guilt trip
The baggage you have but, as you gather up all your
possessions
If there's anything you have left to say
'Less it makes an impact, then don't bother
So 'fore you rest your case
Better make sure you're packing a wallop
So one last time
I'm back, before it fades into black and it's all over
Behold the, final chapter in a saga
Trying to recapture that lightning trapped in a bottle
Twice, the magic that started
It all, tragic portrait of an artist tortured trapped in his
own drawings
Tap into thoughts blacker and darker
Than anything imaginable, here goes a wild stab in the
dark, uh
As we (I) pick up where the last Mathers left off

Rap God
Eminem
Produced By DVLP
Album: The Marshall Mathers LP 2
VERIFIED ANNOTATIONS BY

Eminem

RAP GOD LYRICS

[Produced by DVLP]
[Intro]
Look, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your
feelings
But I'm only going to get this one chance
Something's wrong, I can feel it (For six minutes, Slim
Shady, you're on)
Just a feeling I've got, like something's about to happen
but I don't know what
If that means what I think it means, we're in trouble, big
trouble
And if he is as bananas as you say, I'm not taking any
chances
(You are just what the doc ordered)
[Verse 1]
I'm beginnin' to feel like a Rap God, Rap God
All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod
Now who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box,
slap box
They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot
But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genes
I got a laptop in my back pocket
My pen'll go off when I half-cock it
Got a fat knot from that rap profit
Made a livin' and a killin' off it
Ever since Bill Clinton was still in office
With Monica Lewinsky feeling on his, nutsack
I'm an MC still as honest
But as rude and as indecent as all hell
Syllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)

This flippity dippity-hippity hip-hop

You don't really wanna get into a pissin' match with this
rappity-rap
Packin' a MAC in the back of the Ac'
Backpack rap crap, yap-yap, yackety-yack
And at the exact same time
I attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing
that
I'll still be able to break a motha-fuckin' table
Over the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in half
Only realized it was ironic
I was signed to Aftermath after the fact
How could I not blow?
All I do is drop F-bombs
Feel my wrath of attack
Rappers are having a rough time period, here's a maxi
pad
It's actually disastrously bad for the wack
While I'm masterfully constructing this master piece
(yeah)
[Verse 2]
Cause I'm beginnin' to feel like a Rap God, Rap God
All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod
Now who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box,
slap box
Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard,
that hard
Everybody want the key and the secret to rap immortality
like I have got
Well, to be truthful the blueprint's
Simply rage and youthful exuberance
Everybody loves to root for a nuisance
Hit the earth like an asteroid

Did nothing but shoot for the moon since (Pew)

MC's get taken to school with this music
Cause I use it as a vehicle to "bus the rhyme"
Now I lead a new school full of students
Me? I'm a product of Rakim, Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac
N.W.A, Cube, hey, Doc, Ren, Yella, Eazy, thank you, they
got Slim
Inspired enough to one day grow up
Blow up and be in a position
To meet Run-D.M.C
And induct them into the mothafuckin' Rock 'n
Roll Hall of Fame
Even though I'll walk in the church and burst in a ball of
flames
Only Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fame
On the wall of (shame)
You fags think it's all a game, 'til I walk a flock of flames
Off a plank and
Tell me what in the fuck are you thinking?
Little gay-lookin boy
So gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face, lookin'
boy
You're witnessing a mass-occur
Like you're watching a church gathering take place,
looking boy
Oy vey, that boy's gay, that's all they say, looking boy
You get a thumbs up, pat on the back
And a "way to go" from your label every day, looking boy
Hey, looking boy, what you say, looking boy
I get a "hell yeah" from Dre, looking boy
I'ma work for
Everything I have, never ask nobody for shit
Get outta my face, looking boy
Basically, boy, you're never gonna be capable of keeping

up
With the same pace, looking boy
[Verse 3]
Cause I'm beginnin' to feel like a Rap God, Rap God
All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod
The way I'm racing around the track, call me NASCAR,
NASCAR
Dale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash God
Kneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton No
Asgard, Asgard
So you be Thor and I'll be Odin, you rodent, I'm
omnipotent
Let off then I'm reloading immediately with these bombs
I'm toting
And I should not be woken
I'm the walking dead
But I'm just a talking head, a zombie floating
But I got your mom deep throating
I'm out my Ramen Noodle
We have nothing in common, poodle
I'm a doberman, pinch yourself in the arm and pay
homage, pupil
It's me
My honesty's brutal
But it's honestly futile if I don't utilize what I do though
For good at least once in a while
So I wanna make sure somewhere
In this chicken scratch I scribble and doodle
Enough rhymes to
Maybe try to help get some people through tough times
But I gotta keep a few punchlines
Just in case cause even you unsigned
Rappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtime

I know there was a time where once I, was king of the

underground
But I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grind
So I crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you combine
Appeal with the skin color of mine
You get too big and here they come trying to censor you
like that one line
I said on "I'm Back" from the Mathers LP 1
When I tried to say
"I'll take seven kids from Columbine
Put 'em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a nine"
See if I get away with it now that I ain't as big as I
was but I'm
Morphin' into an immortal
Coming through the portal
You're stuck in a time warp from 2004, though
And I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme for
You're pointless as Rapunzel with fucking
Cornrows
You write normal? Fuck being normal
And I just bought a new raygun from the future
Just to come and shoot ya, like when Fabolous made Ray J
mad
Cause Fab said he looked like a fag at Mayweather's pad
Singing to a man while they played piano
Man, oh man, that was a 24/7 special on the cable
channel
So Ray J went straight to the radio station
The very next day, "Hey Fab, I'ma kill you!"
Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed (J.J. Fad)
Uh, summa-lumma, dooma-lumma, you assuming I'm a
human
What I gotta do to get it through to you? I'm superhuman
Innovative and I'm made of rubber

So that anything you say is ricocheting off of me and it'll

glue to you and
I'm devastating, more than ever demonstrating
How to give a mothafuckin' audience a feeling like it's
levitating
Never fading, and I know the haters are forever waiting
For the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be
celebrating
Cause I know the way to get 'em motivated
I make elevating music, you make elevator music
"Oh, he's too mainstream"
Well, that's what they do when they get jealous, they
confuse it
"It's not hip-hop, it's pop"
Cause I found a, hella way to fuse it
With rock, shock rap with Doc
Throw on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose it
"I don't know how to make songs like that
I don't know what words to use"
Let me know when it occurs to you
While I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus you
It's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurting you
How many verses I gotta murder to
Prove that if you were half as nice
Your songs you could sacrifice virgins too?
Ungh, school flunky, pill junkie
But look at the accolades, these skills brung me
Full of myself, but still hungry
I bully myself cause I make me do what I put my mind to
And I'm a million leagues above you
Ill when I speak in tongues
But it's still tongue-in-cheek, fuck you
I'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheel
I'm asleep in the front seat

Bumping Heavy D and the Boyz

Still "Chunky but Funky"
But in my head there's something I can feel tugging and
struggling
Angels fight with devils and here's what they want from
me
They're asking me to eliminate some of the women hate
But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I have
Then you may be a little patient and more sympathetic
To the situation and understand the discrimination
But fuck it
Life's handing you lemons, make lemonade then
But if I can't batter the women
How the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?
Don't mistake him for Satan
It's a fatal mistake
If you think I need to be overseas and take a vacation
To trip abroad
And make her fall on her face and don't be a retard
Be a king? Think not
Why be a king when you can be a God?