Myth - Blay Vision

Piff

Every tune I write is potent piff

Every tune I’ve heard of yours is shit

Run your mouth, you get boxed in the rib

I can have man flying in the sky for a drib

These mandem don’t care where you live

Tom-Tom's got man calm in the bits

That guy there was far from a Sith

We can all tell you’re a pagan myth

When I wrote your name on YouTube, myth

When I wrote your name on Google, myth

When I wrote your name on iTunes, myth

When I wrote your name on Amazon, myth

When I wrote your name on Yahoo, myth

When I see your name in public, myth

Wait, is my man taking the piss?

About you rep grime, you’re a blatant myth

I don’t know these niggas

Matter of fact, check my iPhone registry

You will see I don’t phone these niggas

Everybody wants P but

Nobody wants to put work in and grow these figures

I went back to the lab with nuttin' but piff and vision

Man didn’t listen, I will spin MCs

Till man’s sit-down pissing

Vision could never be who you are dissing

Fuck that, I ain’t coming back with a backpack

On my back, slap everyone in your snapbacks

One box, leave him on the floor with a bad back

Everybody’s rough till the yard gets ransacked

Got niggas that I couldn’t even ask for

Have the whole rave swimming on the dancefloor

These man don’t know about potent piff

When you’re onstage, they’re like «who's th-this?»

When I’m onstage, they all know what it is

Some of them signed but they still sound shit

Compared to the mandem, compared to the myth

You could ask Riv, Big, Napper or Shizz

Ask H and Dan, I’ve been doing this

All you man do is ruin everything

We bawsy as fuck but not doing anything

Sorry, I didn’t quite catch your name

Was that you, bastard?

Didn’t catch a wave

Wanna hype up?

You can catch a flame

We can do it old school and I’ll smack your face

You ain’t fucking with Shorty, Flirts or Blay

Violate, I’mma send a man to space

You’re a myth, not in a type of way

You’re just shit and a pile of waste

Every tune I write is potent piff

Every tune I’ve heard of yours is shit

Run your mouth, you get boxed in the rib

I can have man flying in the sky for a drib

These mandem don’t care where you live

Tom-Tom's got man calm in the bits

That guy there was far from a Sith

We can all tell you’re a pagan myth

When I wrote your name on YouTube, myth

When I wrote your name on Google, myth

When I wrote your name on iTunes, myth

When I wrote your name on Amazon, myth

When I wrote your name on Yahoo, myth

When I see your name in public, myth

Wait, is my man taking the piss?

About you rep grime, you’re a blatant myth

You’re a blatant myth

Nobody cares who you are

No human, no computer

No schoolkids wanna hear you bar

No girls wanna roll with you, rudeboy

Even if you had a new car

You’ve got no plan, got no future

And that badboy act don’t suit ya

It don’t measure up, even with a ruler

Got bars that your girl sings

Got bars for the skets and the church tings

Bars for the guys that are hardworking

The name’s Shorty, check the status

Bare go-getters here, no waiters

They tried to catch up but they can’t catch up

But the flow’s that fucked, fam, I’m like laters

Yeah, yeah, let me spark this loud

Take two draws and I pass it around

When I touch mic in a dance, security’s on the dancefloor

Just tryna calm tings down

When you touch mic, I’m like «ah, this clown»

None of my niggas are feeling your sound

I’m big in my city and I’m big in your town

Said you’re the best, them man are like how?

Man wanna war with the Lord of the Mic (go on then)

My man must wanna die (go on then)

I’mma have to slew ten guys

And remind pussyholes how I got my stripes

I got porn stars that just wanna drink

Video girls that just wanna bun

You do videos, girls don’t wanna come

'Cause in my last video, I was looking oh so piff

Piff

Every tune I write is potent piff

Every tune I’ve heard of yours is shit

Run your mouth, you get boxed in the rib

I can have man flying in the sky for a drib

These mandem don’t care where you live

Tom-Tom's got man calm in the bits

That guy there was far from a Sith

We can all tell you’re a pagan myth

When I wrote your name on YouTube, myth

When I wrote your name on Google, myth

When I wrote your name on iTunes, myth

When I wrote your name on Amazon, myth

When I wrote your name on Yahoo, myth

When I see your name in public, myth

Wait, is my man taking the piss?

About you rep grime, you’re a blatant myth