North London Riddim Dubplate
By Ghetts
On album The War Report
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[Intro]
This is G-H
War report, big up Logan Sama
I does this, I ain't gonna say much at the start
You know what? Just gonna let them hear what I gotta say, 'cause it's nothing I does this all fucking day long
[Verse]
Richard, I've got the juice like Bishop
You're not viscous, you're at a team full of feathers
Boy Better Know, I be the boy with the better flow
The way I battle I battle like I'ma swing a throw
Here to Plymouth
The streets love what The Movement delivers
Roll Deep are so weak
It's like comparing the ocean to rivers
Won't stop till I got money like Jigga's
I've shot brown, cocaine and ringers
And unlike Dylan, I won't change my figures
Chat shit and I'ma 'OK' the killers
Go spray your realers I'll old-age beginners
If you was on my level like 6 years back
Why you no bigger than the kid's air max?
And yeah you could teach a snake about snaking
Most of Roll Deep who []
Ask Karnage, the reason the DJ's half-hearted
You're a dumb bastard
Hit his wife years in the past for a []
I don't lie I just spit bare facts, I might merk Will
Like Doogz, Lethal and Shark did
Leave his rask in a casket
I'm a artist, you're a carcass
You tell me who's harder to market
I guess I'm sending for Will, but I'll still get beats from Target regardless, come to the gardens, spar with the masters
I be like "Nah, put the bars in the garbage"
Said that Movement were the last of the hardest
Will's gotta lose tongue
Suck whose mum?
I'ma stick sharp in his heart with
In the grime scene some stars are retarded
They'd rather clash, I'd rather cash
But I won't have it, from a coke addict
Wiley you're older than go-go gadget
You won't blow faggot
That oh-so-damnit
Something like a vehicle with Jo
Jo's garage
As for me? Nah, I ain't letting this bozo manage, It's all so tragic
Me and my niggas don't hold no baggage, I'm a solo savage
I ain't gonna lie your eyes have seen loot
But you spent your advance before you recoup
Spend your advance on cars and jeans, suits
Spend your advance on tart and seen sleuths
If I was your age, I wouldn't went to war
I'd made my money last more than 4 days
Make an investment
Labels used to have faith in your reference
Word-up now Willy won't turn up (He won't)
Even when he's getting paid for attendance
You'll regret putting my name in a sentence
Oh yeah, who you calling a coward?
I'll see who'll leave raves when I'm making an entrance
You know me my behaviour's horrendous
Put you in a clash like a baby in Brenda's
This clash ain't gonna make me remembered
I make tracks and debuts tremendous
Who disagrees I'm much better lyrically?
Check my wordplay, flow, and delivery
Are you [] no diggidy
Oh willy please, I'm what the whole city needs
I ain't gonna stop, I chop MCs like Slim did Papa Doc
Second thing I'm back it took seven days
I don't rate you it's better than your debut
But it's still featherweight
Mine for yours I won't ever trade
Like to war? Then let's set a date
The Movement are as tight as D-Block
We be a team you can't separate
All of your man are snakes apart from Danny Weed
And Roach is fake like Ali G, it's jokes
All of your pain and agonies are hoax
You can never battle me, man I squeeze the toast
You ain't in my category, heard you're one fly boy
The best white boy? Devs, your mate Scratchy D a ghost
And the whole scene you hassle me the most
And if it ain't causality that will be my fault
I happily devote my time to this like I had the key to coke
How could you call Mercs your baby brother
He's a badder man for you even though you're an older
10 years older than your baby mother
I'm a lady lover, but you gotta draw the line
When you was 10 she wasn't even potty-trained
Will you're a fruit cake
How could you send for me with a chorus written by 2Face?
Deep down you wanna take part in this crusade
But soon you'll be wearing a toupee
And true say but []
You wanna join ours? But you're too old and too fake
Get my name out your mouth like a toothache
I take titles when I face rivals, it's my game
Don't ever rate my rules, boy better know
You niggas ain't idols, eyes wide open
I know [] more than []
Me when I got more vision than eight eye wolves
Come through your hood with rifles
And leave your face on the sidewalk, why talk? (Why talk?)
I will kick him back, lock him to kiss and that
Heard some kitty cat called me the British Pac
Well if it's that, I'ma bring Big L, 2Pac, and Biggie back
You silly prat, 102 bars, deep no mini tracks
No mini tracks, yeah?
[Outro]
102 bars blud, yeah?
Don't ever call my name again, I'm not even angry (Not angry), 'cause I actually do do this (I does this)
Aye Wiley blud, realise yeah? Right here we're pushing work G, you're pushing 30 (Midlife crisis)
Don't play with my team blud, see your team? Full of fucking snakes
You don't even like each other (Slithering), see us?
We're tight blud, aye, see if Bashy said that about my sister I would've fucking stabbed him in his face, is he stupid?
Swear down, mum's life, listen to what I'm saying yeah?
I deal with facts yeah? Not no fiction, so when you come back, come back, don't come back with no playground disses blud (thief), don't do it yeah? (Raw shit)
If you're gonna talk all that (Talk fact), what he say?
I got raw shit yeah, you got bore'd 17 times in one year blud, laughs
Look man, fed up with you man, Boy Better Know, Roll Deep, whatever you are, whoever you're repping, go and make some Avenue, go and make some Shake A Leg tune (Shake a leg with me, oh) man, 'cause around here, we do this hard blud, all day long
This is G-H
War report, big up Logan Sama
I does this, I ain't gonna say much at the start
You know what? Just gonna let them hear what I gotta say, 'cause it's nothing I does this all fucking day long
[Verse]
Richard, I've got the juice like Bishop
You're not viscous, you're at a team full of feathers
Boy Better Know, I be the boy with the better flow
The way I battle I battle like I'ma swing a throw
Here to Plymouth
The streets love what The Movement delivers
Roll Deep are so weak
It's like comparing the ocean to rivers
Won't stop till I got money like Jigga's
I've shot brown, cocaine and ringers
And unlike Dylan, I won't change my figures
Chat shit and I'ma 'OK' the killers
Go spray your realers I'll old-age beginners
If you was on my level like 6 years back
Why you no bigger than the kid's air max?
And yeah you could teach a snake about snaking
Most of Roll Deep who []
Ask Karnage, the reason the DJ's half-hearted
You're a dumb bastard
Hit his wife years in the past for a []
I don't lie I just spit bare facts, I might merk Will
Like Doogz, Lethal and Shark did
Leave his rask in a casket
I'm a artist, you're a carcass
You tell me who's harder to market
I guess I'm sending for Will, but I'll still get beats from Target regardless, come to the gardens, spar with the masters
I be like "Nah, put the bars in the garbage"
Said that Movement were the last of the hardest
Will's gotta lose tongue
Suck whose mum?
I'ma stick sharp in his heart with
In the grime scene some stars are retarded
They'd rather clash, I'd rather cash
But I won't have it, from a coke addict
Wiley you're older than go-go gadget
You won't blow faggot
That oh-so-damnit
Something like a vehicle with Jo
Jo's garage
As for me? Nah, I ain't letting this bozo manage, It's all so tragic
Me and my niggas don't hold no baggage, I'm a solo savage
I ain't gonna lie your eyes have seen loot
But you spent your advance before you recoup
Spend your advance on cars and jeans, suits
Spend your advance on tart and seen sleuths
If I was your age, I wouldn't went to war
I'd made my money last more than 4 days
Make an investment
Labels used to have faith in your reference
Word-up now Willy won't turn up (He won't)
Even when he's getting paid for attendance
You'll regret putting my name in a sentence
Oh yeah, who you calling a coward?
I'll see who'll leave raves when I'm making an entrance
You know me my behaviour's horrendous
Put you in a clash like a baby in Brenda's
This clash ain't gonna make me remembered
I make tracks and debuts tremendous
Who disagrees I'm much better lyrically?
Check my wordplay, flow, and delivery
Are you [] no diggidy
Oh willy please, I'm what the whole city needs
I ain't gonna stop, I chop MCs like Slim did Papa Doc
Second thing I'm back it took seven days
I don't rate you it's better than your debut
But it's still featherweight
Mine for yours I won't ever trade
Like to war? Then let's set a date
The Movement are as tight as D-Block
We be a team you can't separate
All of your man are snakes apart from Danny Weed
And Roach is fake like Ali G, it's jokes
All of your pain and agonies are hoax
You can never battle me, man I squeeze the toast
You ain't in my category, heard you're one fly boy
The best white boy? Devs, your mate Scratchy D a ghost
And the whole scene you hassle me the most
And if it ain't causality that will be my fault
I happily devote my time to this like I had the key to coke
How could you call Mercs your baby brother
He's a badder man for you even though you're an older
10 years older than your baby mother
I'm a lady lover, but you gotta draw the line
When you was 10 she wasn't even potty-trained
Will you're a fruit cake
How could you send for me with a chorus written by 2Face?
Deep down you wanna take part in this crusade
But soon you'll be wearing a toupee
And true say but []
You wanna join ours? But you're too old and too fake
Get my name out your mouth like a toothache
I take titles when I face rivals, it's my game
Don't ever rate my rules, boy better know
You niggas ain't idols, eyes wide open
I know [] more than []
Me when I got more vision than eight eye wolves
Come through your hood with rifles
And leave your face on the sidewalk, why talk? (Why talk?)
I will kick him back, lock him to kiss and that
Heard some kitty cat called me the British Pac
Well if it's that, I'ma bring Big L, 2Pac, and Biggie back
You silly prat, 102 bars, deep no mini tracks
No mini tracks, yeah?
[Outro]
102 bars blud, yeah?
Don't ever call my name again, I'm not even angry (Not angry), 'cause I actually do do this (I does this)
Aye Wiley blud, realise yeah? Right here we're pushing work G, you're pushing 30 (Midlife crisis)
Don't play with my team blud, see your team? Full of fucking snakes
You don't even like each other (Slithering), see us?
We're tight blud, aye, see if Bashy said that about my sister I would've fucking stabbed him in his face, is he stupid?
Swear down, mum's life, listen to what I'm saying yeah?
I deal with facts yeah? Not no fiction, so when you come back, come back, don't come back with no playground disses blud (thief), don't do it yeah? (Raw shit)
If you're gonna talk all that (Talk fact), what he say?
I got raw shit yeah, you got bore'd 17 times in one year blud, laughs
Look man, fed up with you man, Boy Better Know, Roll Deep, whatever you are, whoever you're repping, go and make some Avenue, go and make some Shake A Leg tune (Shake a leg with me, oh) man, 'cause around here, we do this hard blud, all day long
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