On Dis Ting - Devilman

Yo Skepta, don’t talk shit, are you crazy?

You can’t come to my area

2015's got scarier

Fuck off with your malaria

Don’t talk shit about me and my situation

With your bullshit instigation

The informing allegation

Got sorted so if you’re gonna send for me

If you’re gonna say something, send for me properly

Saying shit everybody knows already

You took my flows already

And I heard that he said em at 100 shows already

You’re lucky that Dizzle Kid never bust your nose already

I heard your send, you say that I’m nasty but

Everybody knows already

I’m a dirty bastard, go and ask Jenny

Wanna talk about man showing face in my video

But yet still he don’t wanna show yours

Why do you wanna see my people’s face?

What the fuck do you get up to behind closed doors?

You sound worse than you did years ago

A rematch in a clash, I’ll murk you bro

Murk you on drum and bass or murk you slow

Fuck Skepta, look at this turkey though

Leave a man with metal in jaws

I’m gonna keep settling scores

Skepta’s pissed off cause I sold him a halfers of cheese and he could only make

four draws

Go on then, give me a round of applause

Nong xiaomi, ni hao,

wun sen pars

I’m sure that most of the time you spit

You always use my bars, not yours

Yo blud, what do you think this thing is?

This ain’t 2005

I don’t give a fuck what plane that you fly

Might get something aimed at your eye

You ain’t the microphone champion, that’s a straight up lie

It’s the wunmi xiaomi xi wun sen wun sen

You know that’s I

What you doing with them USA guys?

Transsexuals and bis

Every other day, somebody dies

But today, Skepta’s funeral

Leave a man’s body in a cubicle

We all know that you don’t wanna clash

So you try to bring up the past, but it’s not gonna last

Get your head smashed through the glass

Now here’s a little blast from the past

Everybody knows I’m like no other

Already murked off you and your brother

Lord of the Mics 2, if I was with my man dem

You would’ve hid under the cover

Jammer told me not to bring no one

Cause he heard stuff about 0121

You don’t know any serious dons in my ends

You haven’t got a clue, don

You’re only a vet by time

You’re a popstar, you ain’t a vet by grime

You’ve got a feature off Birmingham man

But you’ve still never brought them through, that’s fine

Don’t worry, I’m gonna get my shine

Your send was shit,

you sound like you’re losing it

Oi Skepta, I’m not gonna lie, I respect ya

But your future, I’m choosing it

OK then, come with the next flow

20 bags, Lord of the Mics, yeah, let’s go

I’ve got the jet flow, please don’t get upset, bro

You don’t want it on a set though

Let go, I’ll push something in your neck slow

Murk you on bashment, grime or techno

Think you could ever murk me?

Heck no

Straight up, no indirect, bro