SB.TV Warm Up Session

[Intro:]
Yeah, Bossman
What you saying?
Quick warm up, SBTV, Bloodline

[Verse 1:]
Lace my boots, prepare for war
Got my shield, got my sword
Sending MCs straight to the morgue
These MCs ain't prepared to war
These MCs should prepare to fail
Got my shield, got my shells
Sending MCs straight to hell
Bloodline's back, now they can't sell

[Verse 2:]
I'm so peak, white collar crime but I do not preach
Feds try stop me, ask for my deets
Don't do fraud so I did not speak
I do music, I make beats
Said they see my face on the roads
Said you must mean pranging out with Mike Skinner from The Streets
Bossman's deep
Then he looked like he'd seen a ghost, said you must remember me from Duppy
I am the reason nuff man are ghosts
My flow been the wickedest since "Duppy"
My flow been the wickedest since Genesis - Bible or Sega
This grime thing is our premises, make MCs meet their saviour

[Verse 3:]
You ain't a badboy, you ain't gotta say it twice
Even the badboys in your crew ain't badboys, just badboy for the mic
I'm a badboy like Iron Mike
I'm a Boss so I don't fight
I leave that to Dan, load up the youngers, make them roll with the iron pipe
I'm doing alright, you ain't gotta follow me
@BossmanBirdie, follow me
I'm in the royal family of grime, Bloodline, that's the new monarchy
Nah, we don't take no apologies
These MCs should honour me
Cuz, I told them we run the roads, you can call it Bloodline Monopoly

[Verse 4:]
Yeah, I was an A Class pupil
Sold A-Class to the pupils
And if you look deep in my iris
You'll see money in my pupils
You'll see money in my Bloodline
You might see Major Paper
I was a Dan with H, but now I want President Paper
I don't know much about them man, but I know a lot about us
He said he was a skengman, but couldn't tell me when his gun bust
Couldn't tell me what he did, couldn't tell me when he rolled
And just cause you come from the hood, don't mean you come from the roads

[Verse 5:]
I don't deal herb
I direct the shots like Spielberg
My grubb moves they got still work
And that's why they still work
I always got the metal on me
You might think my profession is steel work
I got sick bars, I spray ill verse after ill verse
Just call me Bossman
I don't do laundry, but I wash grands
Told them violate the set
I smoke teams like Rothmans
Cause, I was a lost child
Until I read books on Rothschild
Can't wait until the the papers cray
They don't want to see me go buckwild