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You said, "So what if I recorded and mixed down P Money, it's power" I made your music sound legit so you're sour Nobody could rush me Had a shank on me, more time it was tucked, G Yeah, and he gave me a PC and buss me He gave me that PC cah he loved me You could never have showed me road, never that, G You were gaming, playing PlayStation at mumsy's I was selling food up in country with olders in ends How can you say I never had buss, P? You beat up your own girlfriend 'til she's ugly Truth is, you are a man that's worthless I ain't been caught on cam stealing from no one Your talk's cheap, let's get this cash converted He thinks I'm stupid, believe me it's clever No one believes I was stealing from Mela Said he's never been waste, but he's Definitely a liar, know he's got a hot head It was definitely the fire when I come round Stockwell My block sell Glock shells Been bringing in your car, trying to pressure me retire I ain't on what? You don't know me Suck your mum, you still owe me Cah I put you in a crew that you're in Gave you a path to win in this ting So suck your mum, you still owe me You wanna talk about punchline verses? I know you love to lie, but sometimes swerve it You ain't taught me a thing, so I'm feeding you beef Like your teachers did back at your lunchtime service You said Littles taught me to multis and lab How phoney is that? I ain't used Masterwriter in ten years, ever since you knew me Say things like you know me, what I say is only the facts Dissed my ability but you ain't holding me back So, yeah how dare they compare you and I? When I embodied the truth, this is proof, do or die You make money from grime? I put time and money in grime Made rap-sounding beats more gully and grime Mixed your CD, put P Money in grime You've been talking to trainers, I'm talking to papers I see that this currency's lying So I don't believe what I'm told or hearing Hold up, wait, who stole from Kieran? You had studio time, didn't pay me to pay them And that's the same room that we brought your career in I had D Row in my ear like an earring Telling me, "Make sure you give me the change for electric, at least" And you weren't even caring So I laugh when you said sob stories The points you're trying to vouch for are what's forty, wait I never wifey'd Lady Shizz I was with Brap for four years, we nearly had baby kids I was young, what can I say? I've lived Bruv, don't hate on chicks So what I'm with Lusane Rose? You're a pussy in R when you eat So you must be fiending to taste the clit You know them man there just hate when your bae looks piffed So don't be taking them them crazy fibs All that MySpace shit, you just lost me completely What got to me's you chatting shit at the end Like you're hench with your friends, but gossiping's easy You said that I stole from Mela What's mine is his, I just got off the phone to Mela We're righteous black men on a higher frequency We know about life so we roll together Fabricating the facts, I suppose he's clever Your approach was pathetic, stop giving girls black eyes Raise your son, act right You're meant to be a role model for the black guys Did you notice he didn't deny he don't slap wives? And Littles didn't teach me about multis I learnt that from Shimmer, so bro, get your facts right RIP Leon, I got the spirit of any with me taking shots at this fat guy You're attacking me and I'm a part of your foundation So your building's bound to capsize I'm making a point I came to your community, made a mark I got brought in by Zagga, it's bait you're annoyed He took me to Dennis' first I got left in the studio on Melanin's word I recorded the ends, my development works I recorded for Blacks, I recorded for Desper Recorded for you, I recorded for Remma Recorded for Doctor, recorded for Lady Fury Recorded for K Dot, recorded for Pharoah Recorded for Skepta, recorded for Littles Recorded for Mega Montana, I recorded for Castro Recorded for Fugee, recorded for Craze24 And recorded for Tommy Bones, and recorded for Jack Jones I recorded for Dogzilla, I recorded for Tinie Tempah Recorded for Slaughter, recorded for Kid Bookie Recorded for Screw Fizza, recorded for Big Shizz Recorded for Ice Kid, plus many more I brought over Cliff Contributing my skills, they threw stones and sticks You rushed me, you was weak, I had no swollen lips About smoke, you ain't ghosting shit He be looking like a bloated fish when he holds his fist Cause his girl ain't been putting his salt on chips You're a woman beater I can imagine you don't do the cooking neither You're a gangster, you're not a cook and cleaner And fuck a reload, I ain't looking wheel-ups I'm just getting started The halfway mark, I just passed it, you bastard Before I knew any, I had a line in Reading And I never been ran out my ends, not once I still go taste more all the time My bredrin long nose like Pinocchio, lines extended I saved D Row's life, being nice inside Lewisham Hospital On the same night, I got nicked with Mela sitting in a cage Hype, me and the Rose, a family tie Where you gather these lies? I'm the grime detective Back down, give up, I guess that I'm respected But I'm getting to the bottom of the case You say I love skets, that's garbage You said I went pop, I went dubstep You rapped on dubstep, I sang on dubstep and charted I'm back in my essence I was the one who said you should be an OG When you was standardly repping for hazardous sessions Let me state this quick You can't poke no holes in my relationships Every girl that I've been with Have taught them a thing about life without fighting or raising fists At least tell the fans the truth, don't lie to them Paris, come up with an honest reply to them We are not a part of the drill generation Don't put on a badman mask and try hide from them Nothing you say on the mic will enlighten them I'm ten toes, I'm from Notre Dame to Eiffel Tower So basically right now I'm walking through Paris You said I went pop, you ain't hit the national charts yet So shut the fuck up, I brought you a classic When thinking about times that I spent with any It just brings tears to my eyes, he helped me so much He was rearing to ride and showed me about South East I remember them OG meetings when they first started You hadn't joined them, was it about P? How can they doubt me? Go look at the OG season tracklist Who's the first voice you hear when you press play on the CD? Check it out please The only puss you can smell was yourself So buy all the Dior, do yourself on the shelf This smell was a girl you've been breastfeeding Blacksoul, rock him to sleep and tell him a tale You ain't got your own uncle, now you're stuck in a cycle You lie a lot, I would rather stuff this inside you Your biological father fucked with the title I fire off like a farmer clutching a rifle So what Rinke signed you? We still don't like you That's why I come from afar, give up, you should try to And you said I blocked you from shows but it can't be that So it must have been Arch and Jack That was five years ago, your reason's late The fans of this beef arranged, they see P's a fake Stop with all of these diva traits I'll eat P on this mic like a piece of cake I'll put P in his place with a mash like peas on plates You're about to receive the pain I brought the spirit of Dot and I'm resurrecting him Like God did with Jesus on Easter break They had this creature caged, I can't be contained You wanna fight? Round the corner, lead the way We don't trust in a word that you say, you're Theresa May Your OG's gonna lead us late Break your shield, these shots make you reach your grave This ain't GTA, you can't R1, R2 Spin around and try to cheat the game You can't retreat today, I'll delete your fame Make him get down, get down, gonna get down TEC's out, next round make your head pound Lead sounds, get found in the next town Spin around like James Brown's, dead now Let down, step proud then get swept out Bed bound, it gets foul like a sket's mouth Send out my ten pals with your friends now Looking round like Ray Charles, get blowed Pray 'cause you're fucked My pen's like a blade when I'm waving It, I plan to bathe in your blood This is dangerous stuff It feels that the scenes judged me But I move like a shame and I'm crud I roll with real ones, you ain't pagan than us Chat shit, get your cranium crushed I'm abducting your fans for a experiment like an alien does And you don't shine like a chain when it's tucked Act bad, you ain't killing nobody and that's facts You ain't realer, I'm sorry, you're stacked, slapped We know you chat crap You wouldn't aim a gauge, you use a razor blade to try and tap man Cah you're a fat prat Looking like a puss, take a catnap I spin him around like a snapback He can't relax, fam Cah when I spit a bar for an MC, I make him go Go, go, go, go, go, go, go Mad about Bars Make MCs get mad about bars Heard that I dissed you, you came to the studio and made it an issue You're mad about bars Yo bro, don't get mad about bars Scientist in the booth, I'm mad about bars And don't get pissed when I say what it is When I spit, I make fans go mad about bars You just bought a house, congratulations Now I'm burning it down, no procrastination I feel no way to say Dennis slashed Blacks, you're pagan You are a transvestite infatuation, mad ting You never been a someone, but still you're a has-been I don't even wanna touch man when I catch him Why? It's a sad ting Somebody go ask Blacks about Jasmine Oh no, you've been groping a man Claiming you're an OG, now how bogus is that? Getting yourself exposed Now I know you hope that I won't focus on that You wear hoodies and hats and act like a badman But you've been poked from the back I don't trust what he says, he's been rolling with man He might just mean that he's been rolling with man I'll find out from Jasmine, we know he's a fan Before death it's agony How you bringing business from home to the media, P? Don't you have manners? Respect the family If any was still in this earth All the talk that you got would be void due to technicalities I never once blocked you from shows, you've been gigging for years Come on now, bro, forget the fantasies Protect your sanity, you're feeling yourself too much Neglect the vanity Wait, did you notice? You made up a lie and I Paris, where are you conjuring all of these lies from? You say when you're on ends, you can't be G-checked But when real niggas G-check you, you say you're on music I've been mashing work on road longer Than you, before I came New Cross When you was just a PlayStation, COD-playing little shit I never wifeyed Lady Shizz, so stop with these lies I've never been run out my ends, stop with these lies I never got run out of Hoodstar, stop with these lies You said you showed me road, music and girls and buss me Stop with these lies Littlez never taught me how to multi-syllab rhyme Stop with these lies And let me just get this off my chest I saw Any three days before he died, we had some real conversations You can never diss me about Any, Any was my boy, I lived with him Day in, day out, daily, you didn't Shut the fuck up, you prick If it weren't for me, you would've died with Hazardous sessions, you wouldn't be in OGz I remember the meeting, I said, "You should be in the team, bruv" I'm Alex Ferguson for you Every reward you gain from music, I deserve a percentage I'm from that era when when you rush People, they're meant to be hospitalised But both of you didn't do nuttin' I'm still standing It reminds me of Nando's, nine man tried To attack me and not one man touched me And I still didn't run then, so stop all the lies You told me to make up my mind on this road ting, but you Don't know what I'm on in this road ting, so shut your mout' And you spoke about Stormer, Any put Stormer in OGz, who gave you the authority to kick him out? When that was Any's choice and he's not here to do it You ain't had this much views in ages on Any bullshit you dropped, so thank me When Termz said he wanted me back in OGz, you said if I come back You're leaving, so you've obviously got a problem with me You came to the studio and rushed me over bars, that's The be all and end all, I had to get to the bottom of it Then I realised, "Rah, you don't want me to spit" I'm giving you all of these bars, all up in your headtop, you pussy Don't question me about road, cah when I see you, I'm doing my ting