First Ever Grime Battle Choice FM Part 1

[Intro: Wiley]
War's starting
The war's starting (Starting, starting, oi, oi, oi, oi)
Oi, let's get in (Oi)
Cah you see Doogz yeah?
He's trying it (You see Doogz, you see Doogz)
I heard Durrty Doogz on the radio (About Boyz In Da Hood)
He's trying it saying "Why-He?" (Boyz In Da Hood)
He's saying, he's saying "Why-He?" (Willy wanker)
He's trying it (Wanksta Willy)
Was he trying it? (Yo, let's go)
Is he trying it with me? (Is he trying it? He's trying it, oi)
He's trying it with me, yeah? (Is he trying it? Oi)
Okay, he's trying it with me (Nah blud)
What is he saying? (Live in the basement, they're saying "Why-He?")
Alright then (With them lyrics there and he's saying)
Alright ("Here I go again through the stereo again")
Alright then, alright (And it's a big boy ting, is he trying it?)
Yo (It's a big boy ting)

[Verse 1: Wiley]
When I'm strapping my lyrics I strap for the top boys
And seeing as I'm a top boy I clash top boys
And hot boys, I will brush shots on hot boys
Don't feel threatened I'm above the law, boys
I'm raw, boys, in my hood, niggas are raw, boys
My hood's mucky, there ain't a flaw boys
I make noise if I hear anyone near me
Boyz In Da Hood ain't near me
They can't move me
I move to the mic like "Oh yes"
Won't let them test me on a contest
Them man all flex like poomplex
I know they feel vexed
The best is coming up back stage
Step from set to set
Willy don't pet
Don't bet against me, I'm a vet
I will crash your set
Don't think I won't crash your set
Don't think I won't switch it up and step on your set

[Verse 2: Wiley]
I'm the coldest boy you've ever met
I'm the coldest boy you'll ever meet
You can't defeat me
You can't erase me I'm staying
You can never get rid of me, I'm staying here
Who's that laying here? Got hit by the shots spraying here
So you better move from around here
Eskimo boy, he runs tings around here
So you better just settle around here
I'm not a prick out here
I once slipped out here
You can slip out here
If you're not physically fit out here
Who are you out here?
What have you got? Who have you hussled out here?
What do you think, Willy's a wanksta on the mic around here?
Nah mate, Wiley's not a prankster around here
Let me tell you, Willy's a gangster on the mic
On the street, I'm a shotter
Get wacked in with a chopper

[Verse 3: Wiley]
Listen and no, I won't have that
You said I copied your chat, I won't have that
If it's war on mics, I won't have that
If it's beef on streets, I won't have that
If you, listen and no, I won't have that
You said I copied your chat, I won't have that
If it's war on mics, I won't have that
If it's beef on streets, I won't have that
I just slap 'em back
Back on track
Willy Kat, stepping back
Running up your trap
But you are not a hard back
Flows and rhymes, they flow straight from the headback
You should get a rabbit punch straight in the headback
Boyz In Da Hood, nah, Boyz In Da Outback
Boog MCs in my way, I won't have that
I make gunshots clap
I don't clench on guns for fun, it's not that
You can't tell me about no guns, it's not that
Even if you start spraying me back, I spray that
'Cause I listen to what you're saying, I won't have that
You can do a fast track, you can do a slow track
But I'll make you know, I will never have that
Here's your title, you can never grab that
I'll smack your whole crew, know that
Bravery, it's okay if you wanna show that but
You've gotta know that I spit phlegm
Know that I spit better than you
I spit better than them
I spit flames in your man
I spit flames in your ends
Spit more and more, time and time again
Know that I spit energy bars
And know that I spit lyrics that will drain your energy bars
My energy's raw
I'm looking at you from afar
You can try a little ting but you won't get far

[Verse 4: Wiley]
So, listen up again
Willy's coming up again
Start fucking it up again
People chucking it up again
Running up on trap again
Who makes the gunshots clap again?
If you listen to the tape pack again
Who's got 16 rhythm on a strap again?
Who's a hotshot again?
E3 nigga, paint block again
Who runs the country? Read again
Who made this flow? Think it was me again
Tiger, me again
Can't see me again
Watch how I go again
Lyrics, fresh again
Draw two gyal again
Krep, fresh again
Gots the key here again
I'm not safe again
Strap on the waist again
I got a certain place again
You can't even look in my face again
Switch up the pace again
Winning the race again
I spit in your face again
I buss my case again
And certain people are chatting again
I hear they're rapping again
Crews are slacking again
Break down when Willy start attacking again
What's cracking again?
People chatting again
I've had enough, I'm gonna do you back in again
Willy come through, draw back in again
Face slap again, back hand slap again
You in the zone, that's a place I run again
You better settle when I'm swinging around
Because you might just get knocked out, again
And don't say that I copied your flow
Because I will turn you to cold and freeze you again
If you say my name too often, I will just haunt you again and again
And if you say something to me, then I will say something back again and again, you speng

[Intro: Durrty Goodz]
(Fuck Roll Deep, yeah)
War's finished (Hahahahaha)
War never started (Hahahahaha)
Where that?
Where- where them? (Real, real)
They don't know (Nah, nah, nah, nah)
It's not "Why-He?" (Real, real)
It's not
Nah (None of that)
Come on (Think man's having that?)
Yo soundboy, just dead (Run them over)
You just get buried (Run them, nah blud)
It's burial, yo (Lyrics for lyrics, it's calm)
Durrty Doogz, I'm here (It's calm, think man's having that?)
Yo, they don't know (Nah)

[Verse 5: Durrty Goodz]
Yo, let's get straight down to the nitty gritty
'Cause I'm ready fi murder soundboys in your committee
What a pity, they woulda beat by boy like P Diddy
And I tour Bow to them, lock the city
My Glock know no pity, like merciless
I'm bursting decks
The wickedest verbalist, a herbalist
You never heard of this
I be that soundboy killer, Wiley could never murder this
I'm worse than this
Your girl keeps chirpsing this
She flirts for this
And said she wan' work with this
She's gonna tear off my pants and shirts for this
She's gonna tear off her knickers and skirt for this
Oh soundboy, please stay alert to this
I know badboys bun up your apps to this
Wiley, yo you better stay alert to this
I know badboys bun up your apps to this

[Verse 6: Durrty Goodz]
If it's war, Kylea, I'll be letting you know
Because before, Kylea, I was letting you flow
Now for sure, Kylea, I'mma step in your boat
You niggas talk shit and get a one in your throat
See I'm better and dope
And you will never ever be ready
You can't never ever be ready for what I wrote
And anything I got you're not ready for
Man will bury ya
When I expose Willy, man bows
Flash cars and cellular phones
Gash, garms and regular notes
But I'm ahead of you hoes
You get lit in your thoughts
'Cause you not ready yet
Trust me
And we can see that you breddars are jokes
I know you know I'm down for whatever 'cause you never the boss
You wasn't in on the ring
Another sting, get one in the chin for fronting
I run tings
You wanna bring it? Come and give me the shout

[Verse 7: Durrty Goodz]
Looks like silly Willy wanna make the war kick off
Dem boy fi' dead them, fi' get them head kick off
You never boss, you not lead, you better kick off
You might feel a cushion, your head, it finna kick off
I step on the mic and kick arse and then I kick off
Them boy there kiss arse
And you can never come and diss us
Nigga you better piss off or this is gonna resolve in
Enemy breddars sending up in a disaster
You can never be boss
I step in the class
You reckon you flows
I reckon you grass
For wretches and snitches, the weapons I blast
And have your likkle soundboy get left in the past
And don't bother come and g'warn like you're deaf and you're dumb
'Cause something might just fly from the TEC in your rass
You wanna step in my path
Because I'm better and fast
But the soundboy killer style woulda haffi come and pop off and get dark

[Verse 8: Durrty Goodz]
Yo, hear the wussy dem are coming up real up
And I said Durrty Doogz was the name they hail up
Boy, you made a big mistake, trying to piss take
Billing up your little shit dubplate
But see that narg, I make your record sale up
Soundboy that will get you cuffing and contain up
Cah, you are g'warn like you're tough but you're nothing, you're lamer
The rag I'm haffi' make soundboy blud stain up
Prick, you'd be coughing your chain up
I'd be bussing your brain up
Wiley the battyboy's calling up name up
Your whole chi chi gang get chi-chi bang bang
'Cause you not Roll Deep, you roll cheap
And you not hold heat I flow neat
You're so sweet
Soundboy you not know me
You don't wanna get a scarface like Tony
A long time, me tell 'em soundboy there follow me

[Verse 9: Durrty Goodz]
Yo, you can never be the best 'pon the show
The TECs will blow to melt the Eskimo
Come test me bro and get compressed below the surface
You wanna start the war on purpose
'Cah, they don't know that I'm next to blow
I'm best to flow
Nigga it be best you know
'Cause you don't really wanna get your chest left with holes
Willy the silly soundboy get me vexed, you know
Durrty I be the nigga that will sex your hoes
Mi find out pon there dirty skets you bow'd
Dem are big pedophiles running up on the school kids
Tell me why Willy wanna come and act stupid
You don't really wanna backup, empty the full clip
And Roll Deep's are only for bullshit
Nah you can never bring it with Doogz, never you could
Pum style woulda haffi pop off and get dark

[Verse 10: Durrty Goodz]
So, here I go again
Through the stereo again
Burying the whole of them
Dead right, no again
Big wussy Will try jump on my flow again
Like say that Durrty won't tump up and row again
I make a boy get stitch up and tow again
Fuck chin to chin let's go toe to toe again
Copy cats make copper shot blow again
Done show them all again
But let me show again
I go show them
Rhythm I wrote, killing a bro again
Bringing the dough, billing the draw again
Sipping the Mo', ripping the show again
Slip in a hoe, within a hour then
And if my funds are go low
You dun' know my guns I can blow again
Po-po-po-po again
Hearts I blow again
Whistle I blow again
Pistol I blow again
Who's got the crystal glow again? You pussy