Nasty

[Intro: Skepta]
You're not real
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
Ride beats like a slut, and biddy don't be a crook (Yeah)
Open the door, open a book (One)
Draw for the jook (Yeah), open him up (Take)
Lyrically crook and biddy durag on (On)
Teefing my look (Yeah), don't give a fuck (Nope)
See what he did? (Yeah) That's for the books (Takes)
T specialist, song for the soldiers
T specialist, song for the crooks

[Verse 1]
Ibiddy draw for the jook, ibiddy don't get shook
Ibiddy knowledge, not mook (T)
T specialist, I've got my skill, not luck (One)
That's for the books (One)
Antagonist, I've got hooks (One)
Said he knew my family, I couldn't give two fucks
Ibiddy said he had a strap on him
Didn't buck it just like Kentucks
Biddy said he had a wap on him?
He didn't buck it just like Kentucks
Durag's deluxe, Sarajevo buds
Ibiddy chatting 'bout they heard say biddy pussyhole jooks
Ibiddy going to the studes, do hooks
Ibiddy giving him a stab, two jooks, not sitting like ducks
Ibiddy knock a man out, name was Frank
I'm not a mook but you're chatting 'bout T
While you're sitting in your bedroom smelling like poop
While you're sitting in ya bedroom smelling like gas

[Chorus]
(One) I ride beats like a slut (One), ibiddy don't be a crook (One)
Ibiddy open the door (One), ibiddy open the book (One)
Ibiddy draw for the jook (One), ibiddy open him up (One)
And I will lyrically crook (One) ibiddy durag on (Tyrone)
Teefing my look, ibiddy don't give a fuck
Ibiddy see what he did? Ibiddy that for the books
Ibiddy T specialist, song for the soldiers (Soldiers)
T specialist, song for the crooks (Soldiers)

[Verse 2]
Heard man are chatting 'bout what's his face (One)
Heard man are chatting 'bout tops, mid, bass (One)
Heard man are chatting to the cops in case (One)
Man start letting off Glocks in face (Bow, bow)
Heard man are chatting 'bout what's his face (One)
Heard man are chatting 'bout tops, mid, bass (One)
Heard man are chatting to the cops in case (One)
Man start letting off Glocks in face (One, one)
Lyrically base, specialist face (Yeah)
Little men waste (Yeah), side men get erased (One)
Told man already: please stick with the pace (General)
Told man already: please stick with the pace (T, T)
And I know that nigga but he's not my team
And I'm not 19, I'll spin your face round the room
Like Glock 19, I'll spin your face round the room
Like Glock 19 and it's a big crime scene
Figure four leg locks, body shots, taking off your head top
T specialist, I spit like Glocks
For the soldiers, we cyaan stop it like clocks
Ibiddy soldiers, we cyaan stop it like clocks
Figure four leg locks, body shots, taking off your head top
T specialist I spit like Glocks
For the soldiers, we can't stop it like clocks
Ibiddy soldiers, we can't stop it like clocks
Figure four leg locks a dibby dibby side Glocks
Make MCs do body pops
I'm mezzically black motherfucker like Coco Pops
If you're messing with a G, get cut like crops
On the top, but, it's not Top of the Pops
Figure four leg locks, body shots, taking off your head top
T specialist I spit like Glocks
Fucking the soldiers, we can't stop it like clock
Ibiddy soldiers, we can't stop it like clocks (Yeah, yeah)
A-budu T, I'm coming for the shipping like docks
Ibiddy open the box, I heard niggas in the blocks
Got shots, look sharp, man are sniffing like fox
Bare cops, paigons, pussyholes and... smoke
Cannabis like ragga man who have got dreadlocks
T specialist, I'm stiff like rocks
Ibidi shampers, we're gonna pop it like dots
And for the soldiers, you can't stop it like clocks

[Outro: Mez & Skepta]
'Cause am mezzically one
Black man one
Specialist one
Warriors one
Wunsen
Keep your name out your nasty mouth
Your nasty lyrics
Nasty