Grime-a-Side 2016 Semi Final: Leicester vs. London

First Half

[Intro: Jafro]
Yo
It's Jafro-fro
Large up everybody inside, you get me?
Leicester v. London
On some war business
Yo, yo
Get me?
OK, then
Take one, yeah?
War time
Yo, I beg you move back a bit, your breath stinks
Yeah
Yo, yo, yo
Look, look, look, look

[Verse 1: Jafro]
You won't find yourself to be damaging me
I skywalk like Anakin's family tree
I'm the star in this war, the only one that can-
More force than Obi-Wan and Yoda
I'm a legend in the game like Zelda
Best move out of the way when I tell ya
Cuh if I'm barging through with the flows
There's not gonna be much man that can help ya
Like, on a serious note
I'll send a series of blows
In the form of a series of notes
I'm more serious than Jme, I've got serious flows
Look, when soundclash come, I turn freezing cold, turn
Grime Reaper and start reaping souls, look
You can't war with the CEO
I'm so hungry, I ain't even leaving bones

[Verse 2: Blay]
Man better know who I am
Man chat shit, get banged
I'll throw the roach of my zoot in your likkle man's pram
Direct provoking man
Sixteen bars, head scoping man; choking man
When I'm on the set, you can't breathe
Sixteens are exposing man
We see the bitch in you and
You are the bitch in view
Raise that hand? Hold stitches too
The way that I move, you would think it was juj
Man are glitching, ching, ripped in two
So your bredrins don't be victims too
You're just a prick with views
I am a prick with views
Send man's cats to your yard on B
Scars on fleet that will take man's soul with ease

[Verse 3: Skeez]
London are better than who?
Got more pepper than who? I'll take man to school
These man are youts, minute
I'm a farda to dem, I call dem my yout
I'm bigger than who? Sicker than who?
I've done shits that are bigger than you
I've got the sauce, I'm dripping in juice
I'm the truth, I'll kill an MC like "ooouuu, ooouuu"
Mad ting
Man wanna send? Then I'm stamping, jawline clamping
I don't play games, I'm not ramping
I'll make a man a ghost, phantom
You're from the capital L
You're not representing the capital well
Come against me? You're taking a capital L
Roll up, roll on your team like-

[Verse 4: Vic Santoro]
Yo, it's the onsite merchant
Man ah grab him and I'll drop that urgent
You're not dons that's bursting
Outbar who? I never met that person
You don't wanna get me mad
And give me a reason to come back lurking
Cuh believe, if I aired this MAC
Trust me, real talk, you'd be outside lurking
You was in your yard, you was playing computers
I was in and out, I was selling mad heaters
You was having peace talk, telling man leave that
I was running pre-school, telling man beat that
I could never lose to a guy with a quiff
Or a guy wearing glasses, I swear it's a myth
Break it down in French, and mon frère, [?]
Every time the beef cooks, I was there with some teeth

[Verse 5: Kamakaze]
This clash should've got swerved
These man have got some nerve
Last round, it was Dele Alli and Santi Cazorla
This time, they sent the reserves
This ain't the B-team
This ain't even the C-team
This ain't even the under-18 team
Whoever picked this lineup must've been lean
This is the clash
And man already know that London's calling
Three MCs dead, that's London mourning
That's red skies on a London morning
I rep Leicester, the boys in blue
Man don't chat to the boys in blue
Yo, likkle man, I can see the boy in you
Man stepped up, then I'm boying you

[Verse 6: Merky ACE]
Silly chat, me nuh inna dat pon the rebound
Kweff Skeez and his whole team in the ground
Last time that it kicked off, he couldn't be found
Never put hands on the ting, use tea towel
Gloves there and a mask on, man screech round
Couldn't care about chart songs, man's P now
Catch man on the last song, clock the crowd
Went outside his stage show, then leap out, boom
Mildred Hubble, man roll with the broom
Kamakaze just said the tings on tunes
Catch Jafro on the flip side
Put him on the news
These CIDs all looking for clues

Second Half

[Verse 7: Jafro]
Beg none of you man scratch your hair
I don't want dandruff bits everywhere
I came here to clash against three MCs
How come I only see tramps in here? Like
Spin you like Bish Bash Bosh
Wait, oh my gosh
We're about ten months into the year
How come you smell like you ain't had a wash?
It's Jafro, I'm not like these plastic guys
You tramps are attracting flies
Telling packs of lies, pussy, get boxed in the eye
Come try, get slapped if you try
You're the type to fall in love with a sket
You get gassed and tell all your friends
And your dealer makes you kiss man's shoe
Then pays twenty pound for a ten, that's dead
That's dead

[Verse 8: Blay]
Yo, so much talking but nobody's dying
You're stressed on mic, we can tell that you're trying
All them veins in your neck, that's bants
You was mid-bar, I thought you were dying
Keep on lying
Keep on spreading that paigon word to the masses
In a league of shit MCs, you smash it
You think they're all matches?
Champions' League
Champions' League of wasted time on the mic, you've won
When you MC, I hate your lungs
I hate them stupid words that you think run
How did a man think he won't get spun?
How did a man think he was gonna spin?
Tired MCs, ain't doing man a thing
When I come through, it's a London ting

[Verse 9: Skeez]
Oi, oi, Merky, are you sure?
Blay, you wanna play a game like Saw?
Come through swinging the hammer like I'm Thor
Godly, I'll leave this man in awe
Don't know what you're in for
Don't know what you and him for
You're homegrown, I'm import
I'm the missing piece of the jigsaw
I'm just like you but a bit more
Spit raw till my tongue bleeds and my lips sore
Pissed off, shitting on man, it's a shitstorm
Spit more fire, it's more than a bit warm
Bitch boy, come to the war, get your limbs torn
Make you wish that you had never been born
Don't call me fam, we ain't even in-laws
I'm ten-ten, you're a shit draw
You against me isn't fair 'cause you'll withdraw

[Verse 10: Vic Santoro]
I'm on my job
When I see these man, yo, these man move passive
I was like "oh my god"
When I jumped onstage, yeah, the crowd looked massive
Bad boys? Where?
I know these man, yeah, them man move waseen
Mash what works?
They don't mash no works, yeah, them man do gassing
Had 'em heavily scarred
How they act bad now but was never involved?
And I've been through some things you will never endure
And I'm back in the game now, I'm settling scores
What Kamakaze? You're Kamakaze?
Click, flash, no paparazzi
Jafro, yout, go home in a taxi
Skeez, you're a good yout, jump in the backseat

[Verse 11: Kamakaze]
Look, it's Kamakaze
Fry MCs like calamari
Strapped him with the bars, I'm a kamikaze
Chat shit, get banged, yeah man are Vardy
Beep, smash man's head off the wheel
Peak, them man fell off for real
Like beep, smash man's head off the wheel
Peak, them man fell off for real
What have you done in the last five years? Grown dreads
What has he done? Took steds
You was supposed to be Nasty Jack
The only thing nasty about you is your breath
Man better take that test
Airwaves wouldn't make that fresh
First it was Sheffield, now it's London
Man know we merky aced that test

[Verse 12: Merky ACE]
Kamakaze can get headlice
When I come through, man ah come through nice
Box Jafro's glasses off his eyes
Stamp out Skeez's till he dies
Murked them twice
And I came through with two of my guys
Red Bull set you up the whole time
Should've never let Tizzy Gang inside
Pull up with the ting on the corner, drop off around the corner
Identify, then burst
Say they want war, we ain't ever played fair
Get the drop, where are you? Man are bringing man there
Big four, when it spits, it be ringing man's ear
The junction off Bromley Road, I was skidding round there
Who told Blue Foot jump in the war?
New season, Leicester ain't winning no more

[Outro: Kamakaze]
Yeah
Mmm hmm
Say no more