Furby

[Verse 1: Gully Ghost]
Yeah, I've got a grafter's mind, it's deep
I get it from my father's side in beef
I've never been half that guy
Always full-on, I always pull on
A nigga who ever steps past that line
Get out your nine and I will get mine
Look, fam, I don't ever waste time, I just blaze
Send niggas to an early grave, then put it in my rhymes
Fuck with me, get a bullet in your eye
Get head off your beans while I'm getting high
Shotting drugs, that's how I get by
Fucked up life, man, I'm tryna survive
Mandem came in the game and died
365 or a nine on the grind
Is your life like mine?
Yeah, cause I love the roads daily, I
Get threats on the roads, they don't scare me, I
Came in the game and guys are tryna pair me up
New to the roads, you're new to the area
Come to the ends and that where it's scarier
'Nuff man [?]
Like after Eskimo Dance at Watford Area
Big 45 to your face is a bitch
You're a son of a whore, I'm a son of a gunman
Son of a gangster, shots will blow
I'll make you die slow like you're dying of cancer
You will get the pump to your mouth like you man have got asthma
Big 45 to your shoulder, cause you're a younger
Shotgun slug to your older
I'm on the roads and you're in a coma
I'm on the roads with a twelve inch borer

[Verse 2: Merky ACE]
I'll crawl through the dog flap
Make the gun clap, should've known better than that
Roll with a team of barkers in black
Thought you was safe in your west end flat?
Out for the cheese like a mouse, not a rat
Got an eight ball, see a cat, say catch
Money upfront so pass me the cash
Cause I rock a fella just like Dame Dash
He's strapped too, don't plan no attack
Act up again, then the kid gets 'napped
Held up for ransom something like Bash
Can't call feds, phone already get smash
Face get burnt when I'm squeezing the mash
Aim for your upper lip and blow off your 'tache
So show the team where you're keeping the stacks
Lewisham rider, serious
You can get your headtop filled with lead
If you judge my team just by their appearance
You can come through on your gassed up hype
Say that there ain't nobody you're fearing
You'll be a wasteman all your life like Kieron
I'll let two slugs glide right near your ear and
Screech, wheel spin, on point steering
One, two, three, four brats put the gear in
Shif, Gully, ACE, bare war in the clearing
I'll bun a man's face for the cheese and squares
So please don't act like you're hard of hearing
When we ask you for the Ps and boxes
Cause you'll get a deep facial tearing
Aisa Spencer ain't caring

[Verse 3: Kozzie]
You're jokes, I should call you funny
Back with a promo, I've got money
And my diamonds look like carrots
And my chain looks like Bugs Bunny
I don't care for the grime scene haters
Cause I know that my promo's stunning
So on top of that, they're OGs
If I call Ruger, you'll be running
Scraps with a 2 2, quickly bun him
MCs can't even call my name
They know that booth state will be coming
I've got the whole of the grime scene buzzing
5, 4, 3, 2, 1, I'll done him
Rush on bar, didn't see you
Stood outside, did not come in
You're jokes, I should call you a joker
I'm the ace of the spades inna poker
Nike hoodie and Air Force, no loafer
Catch you with the burner, call it a toaster
Right hand whack, slumped on the sofa
Part of the mandem, never been a loner
64 bars all strapped in the folder
Here we go again, I'm going on colder
Bun it
Trust me, I'm going on thuggish
Dash the .38, don't think it's luggage
Dem man are screaming eff South London
Us man are screaming come, we bun him
Forums loving my work right now
Watch when my brand new promo's out
That's gonna be the talk of the town

[Verse 4: Ego]
Look
I know killers on a first-name basis
From way back that wanna see me rich
They'll pick up sticks, aim and bark
Yeah, I'm doing home visits from light till dark
For the light and dark, they'll bring the tape and chalk
Man wanna think we ain't down to do this
You must be smoking dust in your chalk
Sit back, get gassed, all dark
See me with Axel, [?]
Couple unknowns that don't MC
Still on lighting up stage and dance
Serious shooters something like
Rooney, Ronaldo and Drogba
Ring off the skeng for the front door
And still lick heads off, fuck a show and dance
Look, sipping on the finest 'gnac
Gassed up off my South London [?]
If it's on, I'll wash out your blood with Daz
Can't get the stain out? Cloth's getting dashed
No waste money, it's not a thing
If my dargs miss you the first time
I'll drop more P for [?] in a hearse
My dargs bite, that's your life
Look
That's your blood all over the floor
Mouth all ripped up something like Saw
Man wanna talk shit 'bout what he saw
[?] it's all good till a man gets drawed
[?] get bored
Man wanna come here hyping to me
RIP, left frozen, morgue

[Verse 5: TKO]
Uh
Like [?]
See me with the gloves or the mask
Know that I'm looking to burst that starry up
It gets nuts when I start barring
I've been a skeng MC from morning
And if man wanna step foot on my block
Think you're hard before you're too far in
Best think about it
You should know that TK's about it
You might have the skeng, I don't doubt it
But the question is, will you shout it?
Really, are you gonna bang, though?
Talking hard like say your name's Rambo
And if I draw my ting out 'ere
Dun know, I'll clap that ish like a tambo'
Look, TK, I'm old school
Get don record me on Pro Tools
Believe me when I say I am no fool
Keep thinking that I have no tool
Then I come back round, light him
See me now, then I'm gone, lightning
Family Tree, that is a strong team
Dem man ain't matching the squad I'm in
It gets nuts when I'm writing
DJs wheel me up when I'm rhyming
Hear these other little MCs biting
Cause my bars are piff like the white ting
You'll see me in the whip with a white ting
Black ting, or maybe a lighty
TK, I'm all about my P
All day everyday, not fortnightly

[Verse 6: Shifman]
Yo, can't say I'm not on it
Come to the set like what? Who's on it?
Heard man ah man talking bare hard talk
Came to the set and you weren't even on it
You don't really want it with Shif, best long it
Don't hype, prick
Cause I will box man in the belly so hard that he vomits
I bet you're pissed cause your girlfriend's on it
Right now, I'm on it
DJ's bringing up the next tune now
So I'm gonna spit on it
Might drop a 32 bar when I'm on it
Going in hard, will sound sick on it
I know couple man that carry some big man straps, rudeboy
With the lasers on it
Man wanna come here hyping to me
I call up my bro for the ting, nose is longage
Can't say I'm not on it
Man's going on like he's bad, far from it
Don't let me line up your jaw and bomb it
Trust, you would've thought Tree was about
The amount of people that were tryna say stop it
Shifman, you're taking it far, so stop it
Come on now, fam, it's a par, stop it
Uh, stop it
You can't manage
Run up on set and I cause man damage
Man wanna come here hyping to me
Like the 45 can't turn man to a cabbage
ACE has got a big shank and stabbage
E-G-O's here too, it's a wrap
Man said that he wants lyrical war with me
Like man ah man won't get savage

[Verse 7: MIK]
Uh
I call the shots like Fergie
I've been around since Bergkamp, Zola
Giggsy, York and Watch Me Leave Scars
Dirty
Straight from the earth, that's why man are dirty
Gyal ah get wet, true say dem ah heard me
Fling on the Jim, mi nuh wanna catch lergy
Lergy
If I catch lergy, man do a birdie
Time is money like prepay, early
38 bang for your headtop, curly
Curly
Stuck in the East End something like Shirley
Send man to the gates, dead, pearly
I'm a mad dog, yeah, something like Bertie
Bertie
Gyal ah get mad, true say, man are flirty
Calm down, man are big man, no thirty
Presidential like 'Bama, worthy
Worthy
Slugs go through your temple, that's merky
Normal, standard, man wanna hurt me
Leave two holes in your tee, shirty
Shirty
Nine to your back, no Rooney, Drogba
Spin around the corner, bullets are swervy
Turn man to a soft toy, Furby