Grime-a-Side 2016 Quarter Final: London vs. Leeds

First Half

[Intro: Paddy]
Look

[Verse 1: Paddy]
Why you acting rude?
Acting like you got something to prove
You got ties in the end, I been cutting them loose
First ever clash I was boss in a suit
But check one, check two
Back in the booth
Badmout me, nah not in the mood
Stating facts, nothing to lose
Speak to the streets and guide the youth, look
I don't care if you're bursting irons
We love the John Roll Deep lions
I met truth, I met liars
I met real badman, I met criers
You're not bad 'cause your name's on flyers
Ends are riddled with drugs and buyers
Witness murders, creating riots
Parents moaning their children dying

[Verse 2: Saint P]
You must have meant sex in the city
When you said that you done dirt
Your girl says I'm gonna go childish, calls me a cunt
But it's all fun, make sure I beat her cunt first
He said, she said, fuck that
Bun him, bun her
Kill 'em with one [?]
[?] bumper
Thought she could handle the heat
Now she's sunburnt
Your girl's got a good body but if she don't tick all of my boxes
I don't even want her
So don't watch me, that's not your concert
Said you gonna gunbuck me when you bupped me
You were just stuttering, "I'm a, I'm a, I'm a"
You don't back beef, you bun first
No [?]


[Verse 3: Angry]
Yo, real life my bruddah
Could get cut with a knife my bruddah
Fuck that man, can't diss my bruddah
Fuck that man, can't diss my mudda
Man like Angry, I don't move shooker
[?] round the corner, life gets tooken
Twos in the booker, sick little fucker
This little man still wiving hookers
When I didn't have a pound to my name
Still smack gyal that overly [?]
Land on sets, [?]
And man need more than money
But I still need more more money
You seem them hunnies? Overly [?]
She thinks I'm piff
She thinks I'm (ooh)
And the [?]

[Verse 4: PK]
Okay, said you wanna test the grave
Man get left in a fucked up way
Kill that ting like Merky Ace
Yeah, yeah, mud in the face
Man wanna war me? Well don't freeze
I pray to God [?]


On the roads from '06, man ah know me
Pagan King on the road, don't sleep
Little PK [?] back from way back
When he used to wake up bare early
To watch the TV, fuck that, [?]
Kill a MC for the P, it's easy for me
Guarantee man are gonna D-I-E, E

[Verse 5: Dialect]
Right, how many more times can there be wartime?
It's alright 'cause I'm on this all night
I was given this gift, foresight
That ting and this spliff, all spice
Fuck around and get [?]

Red Bull just gave me the [?]
Should've given [?] more grime
I'm from the North side, yeah I rep for them
[?] London, I ain't impressed with them
You man are showing age like testament
We're still in a rave, getting wave like Mexicans
What'd you know about Grime-A-Side?
I'm the guy that clashed with Elijah Eyez
Kept Grime alive
Still got a 9-to-5
Don't come around here trying rhyme with die

[Verse 6: AJ Tracey]
I thought that he came with the bars but he neevr
Big impact like Ross or Heather
Man mind out when I'm strapped with the leather
Told man already that we got the pumpy
Dump it, niggas'll fly like feather
Mandem think that I just turned bad
I was bad from when I chilled by Mo Better
Strap put man in a peak dilemma
Don't bell man off an unknown bredda
White and bold, 6 feet in the North Face
Gym shoes? Nah, I do not shot cheddar
You're not bad, bad yout? Never
West Indies strap hold bare pepper
True Religions and a Polish pistol
Skengman dance, I'm a real hotstepper

Second Half

[Verse 7: Paddy]
He's not a badman, neither are you
Stop with the lies and stick to the truth
Compose yourself, you're talking to loose
Semtex bars, I'm strapped with a boom
Tiocfaidh ár lá, they don't have a clue
I'm a rebel inside and out of the booth
I was built for this, I can't lose
You ain't got half the heart, you'll get moved
Put in your place if you wanna get rude
You're only known in your ends as a dude
I'm doing fine, been doing Grime
I make joy in the fruits of life
They could never try take what's mine
Leave them shook like a deer in lights
Deeper than hearts on sleeves and pride
Bodies get taken out, I'm [?]

[Verse 8: Saint P]
Listen, im Sai-de-de-de-daint-de-daint-de-daint
Look i got patterned
[?] classic
I dont wanna hear no bars about [?]
These man aren't blessed with us and thats tragic
I ain't gotta gas it
You hold a box like a package
If you chat shit, boom
On automatic mode
I make you panic and sweat
Bet you pray you're my bruddah
Like i got a ballie and dreads
You ain't got a heart, I know you're gonna panic
When you're in beef how comes you don't back it
You're a likl side dish, you're a likl coleslaw
You're a likl salad
I jus want peas, bread, cheese and carrots, yeah
Thats my time , [?] alright thats my time

[Verse 9: Angry]
Yo, you ain't got one chance to win
Pack you in
After the clash catch you in the drinkin air with a glassy chin
Now this ain't gonna be no clash with him
Game over
Ima take you out the ring
Your gals down for a ting
She got down on my ting
You ain't down for shit
You're on a sadman ting, and sound like him
You're a pussy
Don't try jump on the mic, you're a pussy
Don't try jump on the hype
I'll actually murk this guy
You sound weird with them virgin rhymes
I bet you're one of them virgin guys
Get murked on site
Best turn to the light
Catch your soul before it takes flight
'Cuh man just took him out of his shoes

[Verse 10: PK]
Yo, I got a million ways to kill you, choose one
Come on the mic, you'll get bun
Talk like a [?]

Fast like racing cars [?]

Trust me fam, I got the secret
To make the sound work
On a track or the tune I spray my
Bars I murk, yuck
I am the teacher
They wanna know how i swerve

You need to practice, you need to learn
Come against me, best do your research
Or get left [?], trust me
Man wan' a dad from early
Yeah, man wan' a dad from birth

[Verse 11: Dialect]
Alright, I live this life
Man show fear when I grip this mic
Flickering lights, glistening eyes
I rap with presence, Christmas time
I get better with age like vintage wine
No food left 'cause I did this right
Get pissed with guys that are [?]
[?] like a discuss flying, like
Like, oh my
Seems nowadays that everyone's Grime
Everyone's lying
There's never been any one time [?]
[?] everyone's trying
You got food, but is anyone buying?

Food that you gotta [?]
Come against Dia, nigga, you will get one strike

[Verse 12: AJ Tracey]


Came back with a fresh one, it's new

I don't give a fuck if you're old or new
I will just yawn like, [?]
Put a couple of dead MCs in the grave like Dialect
Trust, you can go there too
Trust me dawg, you can go there three
I'll never watch F A C E
AJT from MTV
Nike [?], Nike [?]
Man got overly fucked in the beef
Pretty sure [?] banged to his teeth
Man will banged in his face by me
Not a bredrin
Bnaged in his face by me

[Outro: Dialect]
You know what time it is
London vs. Leeds
Grime-a-Side
Red Bull studios
Keeping the levels high