Grime-a-Side 2017 Semi-Final: Birmingham vs. London

First Half

[Intro: Tantskii]
Yeah
Grime-a-Side
Semi-Finals
Birmingham vs London
Oi, listen
Ah
Look

[Verse 1: Tantskii]
C Cane's on coke and you're sniffing her knickers
Every time you're spitting, you sound like Grim Sickers
All three of you are getting buried today
Me, Sox and Fire Don are your vicars
Yizzy gets beans on toast for his dinners
You're obviously gonna lose, fucking with winners
C Cane gotta get her bars out right
She's got a lisp so none of it delivers
On top of that, she smells just like kippers
Wouldn't wanna be Grim Sickers
Who cums all over her toes until she's got webbed feet
Now this bitch has got flippers
Yizzy looks like he still gets gold stickers
And get sent to the shop for chicken dippers
I'll slap him in the face so many times
It's gonna sound like I'm wearing slippers

[Verse 2: C Cane]
I would ask for your change
But it looks like you're a little short
And when you're playing ball, you're pissed
'Cause the grass on the floor, it tickles your balls
Fire, I should go in 'bout your hairline
Fam, we both know it's wearing a bit thin
Fire brought his mandem to London
But left his hairline where his kids, wherever he lives
Now I'm coming with lightning bolts
Sox so dumb, you tried stop taking drugs
By drinking 'nuff Diet Coke
Your ex-girl's a cheat, it won't be the only thing
Breaking your heart like [?]
[?] quickly, you go into hiding like Whitney
Whenever I'm involved
Teams don't mean shit whenever I'm in zone, you pussy

[Verse 3: Sox]
Grime is dead, grime is dead
That's what most of the Londoners said
Yizzy was ten, Stormzy was in bed
I was in Alstone making money with dreads
Can't clash C Cane, she will get declined
Don't let all the Red Bull get to your head
Somebody give her a pat on the back
And please make sure that she wins Man of the Match
Don, are you having a laugh?
Pay homage to these three? That's not me
I grew up on Skeppy and D Double E
Down south, everybody knows we're OGs
Chip gets high and he listens to me
I'll give Reece a hot box like Bugzy
Still go raves and I scream "Invasion Alert"
La-la-la-la, man's got P, Pirater

[Verse 4: Yizzy]
Know everything they're gonna say from the start
Talking about two years back with the bars
I was 15, just chasing a dream
And thought that I could really trust my darg
When you was 15, you was sucking on arse
Your real name's Abdi, allow the beef
Moving on, said my piece
Who the fuck are you to try judge me, chief?
Swear you're so dark that if a man ah
Turn off the lights right now, all I see is your teeth
I bet you got no bright ideas
Allow the beef, wanna chat about beef, nah
'Cuh you look like you don't do smoke
Bet you season chicken with hope
Bet you regret them Facebook videos
Crying when your ex left, you was like
"Nooo, nooo, nooo"

[Verse 5: Fire Don]
Too raw
Drag your queen, no Ru Paul
Why the hell am I here? You man are too poor
You man are dummies, fam, Madame Tussauds
[?] your man's will
Stand still when I let shit off
Chicks on the bits, I'ma take wig off
Murder without the Kalashnikov
Always hit my targets, I'm Drogba
And I can dump on range when I Pogba
My team's good, we shall see about yours
'Cause right now I'm not too sure you're Costa
For certain, I'll mek a man run fast
Harry Kane, I'm a don, just give me the right pass
Toe-tag anybody in this clash
Think otherwise? Hit the chambers, you're gassed

[Verse 6: Reece West]
Reece West yawned and turned up
Missed a few bars and still went through
West got put in the dirt? Boo hoo
Talk shit and cry, you man still lose
But wait, let me get back to the semis
Lock down Fire, lyrical semi
Tantskii talks, but he's not ready
Go do fourteen JDZs
Your Fire in the Booth was oh-so-weak, I'll
Skrr by, masked [?], put
Sox in a boot, this tramp is smelly
Hold up, wait, extinguish Fire
Come to your workplace, you'll get fired
In a shit league, you man get hired
Got five kids, bro, ain't you tired?
Sox just sniffs up coke, this liar, liar

Second Half

[Verse 7: Tantskii]
Look, fuck that, I'ma start hammering heads
C Cane looks like Jammer on steds
Right now, you're at war with a beast
You shouldn't have stepped over this animal's fence
Yizzy's already been exposed as a cat
He thinks it's gonna get left in the past tense?
Fuck that, I'm bringing all of it back
The way you pirated man was immense
Can't believe you pirated Phidizz
Using his slogan, you were taking the piss
Not to mention like four other man
In one video, fucking hell, that's a myth
Fuck knows what he must have put in his spliff
That day, I swear, you weren't right in your head
When you go home to your dad and tell him about this
He'll be like, "right, go to your bed"

[Verse 8: C Cane]
But you're dead
Bars are dead
Flows are dead
Mixtape's dead
Dead like a DJ messing up a mix too fast
And you've gotta do- (Lay-Z's bar) dead
Yeah, I said you're air, O2 air
No gas, no service, signal type air
Calling liking a guy tryna move me and my friend at the same time
Thinking that you won't clock air
So don't come round thinking you're a badman
'Cause you got a fresh shape-up and you're feeling all buff
[?] woke up
Wake up, stay on the ball, world cup
I couldn't care for your badman antics
Your badman antics ain't what won
Badman antics won't get cleared
It won't get a wheel-up, won't get cheered

[Verse 9: Sox]
Reece West, he used to sleep in doorways
Paid for a tune but snitched in a court case
She gets creampied, then eats sorbets
And Depz was better when he was your age
Tryna talk brave, put on your war face
I don't give a shit about you and your schoolmate
Yizzy, like a shit version of Izzie
What part of London is he from? Is he, though?
You and your gang are bisexual monsters
Deep down she wants a man from Brum
But ya still grab little girls' bums like Bonkaz
Half of the rappers in London are wrong
Who's a problem? I'll drop your food like Yungen
Yeah, C Cane never got adopted
When she was up for adoption
'Cause she's got lots and lots and lots
Of medical problems

[Verse 10: Yizzy]
Tryna spit? Nah, fuck that shit
You're pissed Jammer didn't wanna pay for your flights
Kozzie done already really murked you twice
Just 'cause your girlfriend [?]
It didn't mean you had to try take your life
Hold up
True say, Sox, you're an arsewipe
Taking the piss, coming at Yizz
What's that smell? Stinking of piss
I'll fuck your wifey bareback
Buss inside her, make you raise the little one
Tantskii's tryna gwan like a big man
Wait, look round, ahh, he's a little one
High five, big man
What? Not one word?
Not my fault that your girl is a doorknob
Bet these two man got a couple turns

[Verse 11: Fire Don]
You don't write your own bars, why try?
Your bars came from a portion of guys
A dumb brain, went fried
Dead flows and lies on the side
From this point on, I know that I've had 'em
Anybody try stealing my rhymes, I'll bang 'em
Fuck Cane and this wet-wipe Reece
'Cause the only West I respect is Adam
So why front like you ain't a chief?
Wanna be road with hipsters in your jeans
I don't care if you think that you're boxers
I'll waste bands and keep it all brief
Anybody who thinks they're tight, I'll untangle
Might as well hang yourselves and get strangled
You remind me of Roc-a-Fella
'Cause all you're gonna do is try angle

[Verse 12: Reece West]
I used to like Brum town, they
Came down, now I don't like Brum town
Yeah, I used to like these clowns
MC, now I don't like these clowns
Yeah, I used to like John Tonks
Red Bull, now I might fight John Tonks
[?] this nonce
Bounce his head off the mic response
It's Westy, I am the godfather, and
Brum go in, I go harder
Stamina, I've got the Mo Farah
Running on Brum like it's karma
And... calmer
Sox got dumped by BBK
They got dumped by [?] Jammer
West, spin man off the CDJs, it's...

[Outro: Tantskii & Reece West]
Dead
Brum town all day
Cat
Fuck the pirater
This is too easy
You get me?
London outcasts
Dead out