[Intro: Wiley]
Yo
Eskiboy (yeah)
Hold tight Riko (yeah, yo)
Yeah, you know what they're saying
You know what they're saying
Hold tight Lethal (Roll Deep)
It's all good, it's all good (yeah)
It's all real in the hood round here
It's not even an exciting intro
Being normal
So one time Elephant Kid, hold tight Flowdan
Alright, alright, yeah
Listen
Hold tight Wizzle
Alright
Listen
[Verse 1: Wiley]
Pow, let's slew Lethal the B
Pow, Max don't know about me
Pow, when Cham headbutted me
Pow, he was on the floor quickly
So pow, pow, suck your mum, pow, pow
Dem boys don't know about me
'Cause I got bored up, watch out for me now, now
What do you know about pow?
There he goes hiding behind Boundary
Not once in his life has he repped Boundary
I get bored writing bars for Lethal the B
I said "pow, pow" back in '93
You're saying "pow, pow" in two-double-O-three
And two-double-O-four, this is Lethal the B
Tryna go against me, he wants to be
B-I-G like me
But he's not capable of taking me out
Stabbed fourteen times, I'm still about
I'm still saying I will knock Babycham out
But me against twenty man's out of the question
Buss after twenty man, don't ask questions
Some days I've got something to live for
Other days, blud, I've got nuttin' to live for
I'm not laughing and joking in the war no more
Settle the score, I know the score
Told you already and I told you before
Fist to the jaw in the midst of the war
None of these crews ever roll two-up and do shit
But, me, I do two-man war
For the simple fact I don't care anymore
I'm coming to the fire strapped, not a rebore
Weigh more than your crew if you're stood on a see-saw
You wanna be more? Me, I can see more
Foot to the floor and I'm looking for your mum
Bitch, I banged her once, I got a little itch
Mum, she's a fryars, slag from the bits
She's an A-cup, big bum, no tits
Just like you, she's got dry lips
The bitch has got stretch marks on her hips
Show no pity like a Blood or a Crip
Top boy from the bits
And I don't really care about you or your clique
I'm on the path, don't get in the mix
But I've had no choice, now I'm loading six
Put my life on the line, blud, I'm doing fine
Beef is a laugh, all day, every time
Hello, my name's Wiley, I'm grime
I'm shiesty and you won't get beside
[Break: Riko]
Well (well)
Here we are again (again, man, it's fucking getting long)
Murking Lethal B again (it's getting long)
I'm getting quite bored with this shit (you're shit, bruv)
It's starting to piss me off (you're not even good)
And Flowdan (yeah)
I wanna know what's going on with you (yeah, what the fuck are you on?)
Weh me cyaan go wrong so like to
You either par with dem or you ah par with we
Me wan' know which corner you sit on, yana
Becuh if a war, me nuh wan' no spy ah leak information
[Verse 2: Riko]
Lethal, catch him, mash him with the mash like potato
Haffi lay low
Long time when I catch him in the stage show
Never take the piss and get away, no way, bro
Understand, Riko don't give a damn
I'm gonna diss bare man in your gang
You can't tell me nuttin' so talk to my hand
Nah, talk to the gun inna my hand
One in a million chance that you're gonna get away, man
Should've took your first beating like a man
More Fire can't test Riko the Dan
Shot make you flip like Jackie Chan
Grew a bit of lip 'cause you heard I was locked in the nick
Thought to myself "what a [?] prick"
Riks, I'mma kill it, bun the whole of your clique, 'cause
You and your boys all chat shit
Talking 'bout Riko's a junkie? Lethal, you look like a monkey
I'll lick off your head with the pumpy
I've got your whole crew jumpy
You'll get jacked like Scrumpy, nuh bwoys can't thump me
Riko's a junkie? Lethal, you look like a monkey
I'll lick off your head with the pumpy
I've got your whole crew jumpy
You'll get jacked like-
Come again like oi, where's that Lethal the B?
There, load-load that double-B
Why? I'm gonna make him see
You can't fuck with me and get away scot-free
He's like "uh-oh, it's Riko MC
Uh-oh, my gun dem are empty"
Uh-oh, you wanna come against me? You'll get
Cover up, not left innocently
Fuck More Fire Crew, you've bitten more than your bwoy can chew
Now I'm gonna spit fire at you
Shots stick inna your face like glue
I'll make Lethal catch gunshot like flu
And there ain't a thing you can do
Badboy Riko, dem boy couldn't ever slew
And you couldn't ever step inna me shoes or tread yourself
Lethal, you've gotta know it
You all know that I'm the worst thing
Lyrics that I spit are all oneaway
Mek a boy run away, go on, then, come and play
Meet me any day, you're open anyway
Lyrics that I spit, I'm killing anyting in any way
And you know I'm the farda
Don't come against me with no More Fire drama
When you're lyrically weak and you're lyrically marga
You're lyrically bleak, lyrically you're a starter
How you wanna come diss the master?
Lyrical master blaster of disaster
Been a bit slow but now I'm getting faster
Chat real life, me nuh chat 'bout no passa
Spit bars for a sixteen straight after
Your crew and your farda, your boo and your daughter
Ask yourself, blud: what you want war for?
You're not a big mic man, you're a fraudster (dead)
All informer fi digidigi (dead)
All informer fi digidigi (dead)
All informer fi digidigi (bumbaclart)
All informer fi digidigi (dead)
All informer fi digidigi (dead)
All informer fi digidigi (dead)
[Break: Riko]
Pussy (pussy)
'Bout More Fire, me dun put cinder out
Nuh wan' see you run up unnu fucking mout'
Wrong'un
You're a wrong'un, wrong'un
Yo
Hold on, man, me have something more fi give dem
[Verse 3: Riko]
Instigator
A-R instigator (instigator)
A-R instigator (instigator)
W-A-R instiga- (that's me)
Yo, A-R instigator (that's me)
W-A-R instigator (that's me)
Pussy
UK's most-wanted, I'm here
Yo, A-R instigator
W-A-R instigator
A's for the arms, R's for the reflex
War's for the shit that you said, it got me vexed
The shit that you said, it was long
It was wrong, but you still carried on
Then when I murked you on every stage show, blud
You was crying like a prick on my phone
Then your boy got involved and I murked him as well
But I thought that was fun 'cause I thought he could tell that
I was the only Don Corleone
UK MCs, they don't wanna know me
I've got a scar on my boat like Tony
So what? You can't hold or control me
I'm coming clear to your ear like Sony
You're running up your mouth 'cause it's true, you don't know me
But you know what? Blud, that's you
You said enough and it sounds like you
Understand that you're badman too
One man, bang-bang out your crew
And you know that it's way overdue, so
Fix your face, don't run up and screw
You've got mash? Yeah, one or two
One or two for a three-man crew
I've got five and six and seven
Ain't all mine but I know where to get 'em
It's no long, I just go, then I get 'em
When I go and get 'em, I ain't scared to wet 'em
When I offload, I ain't going to check 'em
You're half-good but you ain't no Beckham
Ask the people, what do they reckon?
You'd get murked in about two seconds
Dead
All informer fi digidigi dead
All informer fi digidigi
Your mumma