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Pepper Riddim X the End
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Man like
Yeah
OK, so this guy thinks he's bad cause he went jail and he's got something to prove
Going to jail don't make you bad, you claff, it means you got caught on a move
I got so many MCs trying to diss me, I don't know what to do
Well fuck that, grab the pen, clap it like leng, Bugzy I'm starting with you
Like go on then, turn into the devil, man, I grew up on Skeppy, not Devilman
But wait there, where's Devilman? Get the picture, hold the scripture
Think next time, don't diss the kid, the evil ting you can miss me with
I'll dip your mixtape in holy water, take it out and then frisbee it
Prick, straight like that, nigga, bad with a pen, I'm that nigga
Take a peep up in Tinie's arse, you might find Cameo and Saskilla
Why you bredding man that don't bring you? You wanna mind what you get yourself into
About 'Oopsy Daisy', ya dun know, give me the microphone, I'll still swing you
I can't stop now that I've started, call my name out, hall are blasting
I still cut true, slim and classy, none of my tings want Big ol' Narstie, idiot
Don't chat what you don't know, B, no neck, looking all obese
Chatting shit 'bout my fans and yours, shut up, go fry in your own grease
And that's four man down in 32, any other opportunist can join the queue
See, I know these man know my bars, you had to reach for me so I could hear of you
About fuck having As and Bs or something, man sound like they can't read or something
That's why you're stuck on this road ting, cuh in music you ain't achieving nothing
Don't tell me nothing about grime like it started in your city
Diss me and that's your pity, I get Ps for a walk through in your city, aww Chippy
Bare little pricks on the cactus one, this bar here is a casket one
I made more from pop than you do from a box and your chick still whines to my bashment ones
On a raskit one, don't know what they told you but I'm not a mook
Don't know what they told you but I ain't shook, don't know what they told you but you ain't good, any halfway crook
You're a goon? So what, I know goons, so what? You shot a box, so what?
Designer clothes, so what? You're so lost, that shit don't make you hot
Most my niggas all sell drugs, I've got family in jail too
But none of my niggas do fuckries to blab about it on YouTube
And I'm still the voice of the people, bro, and you ain't got 5 songs people know
Try and knock my hustle, I'll be knocking yours, still lethal with it, you should leave it yo, because
I know you man just might run out of bars, Chip can't run out of bars
I know you man just might run out of bars, Chip can't run out of bars
I know you man just might run out of bars, Chip can't run out of bars
I know you man just might run out of bars, Chip can't run out of bars
Yeah, you get me?
Oi, trust me
I can take opinions, I just don't like lies
Big Narstie, DTI was never ever the first grime tune ever made
It might've been the first grime tune made on the label you was on
But don't tell lies in the situation to make it benefit you, that's dead
That's a fry in your own grease ting, trust me
And everyone can MC, I don't mind
I can too
But trust me, no one's making an example out of me
Believe
So what are man gonna do when they gotta stop chatting bout me? Man like Chipmunk, you know, yo
Right now if you look around
There ain't much light without me
I'm the sun, you're the moon
You cannot shine without me
Too many man wanna link up
Just to go against my pen
North London stand up
I still rep my ends
Sick MCs come from Tottenham
Real badman come from Tottenham
Went school and college in Tottenham
See a lot of bloodbaths in Tottenham
But I want big tings for Tottenham
Bun that, want big tings for London
Bun that, want big tings for England
But bad mind people, bun them
I don't wanna hear no more problems
Quick time put an end to the nonsense
Man called me out, I came back, they came back
But they came back chatting nonsense
Man are sitting down chatting nonsense
Whole diss tracks full of nonsense
I'mma hit you with the facts, no nonsense
In the crib with my plaques, no nonsense
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No airtime off me, I ain't saying no names
Cuh I pree that you man are all 'bout nonsense
Hundred bags worth of jewels that I don't wear
Cause I'm no longer gassed off nonsense
Back back, good over evil
Still outchea with my people
Don't say what you heard and don't say who said it
Come on now, stick to your G code
But let me put an end to your rumours, dead
I don't owe nobody nuttin', dead
Never paid Chris Brown nuttin', dead
Swear on my granddad's grave, he's dead
Man know they can't test me on the mic
So they wanna try switch the vibe instead
I said I am the grime scene saviour
Real talk, manaman are back from the dead but
Wunsumlysumdemsun, dead
I only asked where you are, dead
Pepper Riddim, three minutes, five man
If you can't do the maths, dead
This ain't between no ends, dead
It's just me and my pen, dead
I've got shit to do, tunes to drop
Cheques to cut #ImStillAliveNotDead
Hating, you wish I was dead
Sorry, I can't run out of bars
You barked up the wrong tree, now I'm fuming
Got more fire for you niggas, bars
No one told me when you're 10 years deep
That man will build their career off your past
We'll see who's still here in 10 years, darg
Do your ting, I'll do mine, I'm calm
Me no tek intimidation
I oversee mind games and stay calm
My verse is like a scripture a psalm
Shout out my brothers who read the Qur'an
Superstars might sing hooks for me
While you man sing my hooks for me
You're just doing what I've done, it's all good to me
It's big tings to you, it's riff raff to me
It's some chatty patty chit-chat to me
No consent, get a legal team
My team's tight, don't play with me
Chipmunk, conscience kid with a conscience
Seize up still, miss me with the nonsense
My problem started out with my man
2 2s, I'm getting teams from the conference
Now look at my face, am I bothered?
From now I'mma Kermit the Frog it
So what?
Man dem spread rumours like gyal dem, them type of man dem, I don't understand them
It's some chatty patty chit-chat to me
No consent, get a legal team
My team's tight, don't play with me
Chipmunk, conscience kid with a conscience
Seize up still, miss me with the nonsense
My problem started out with my man
2 2s, I'm getting teams from the conference
Now look at my face, am I bothered?
From now I'mma Kermit the Frog it
Pretty boy, couple pop tunes
But I can still pen up and pop it
Me VS one man? Nah, that's crazy
3, 4, 5, 6 man can't take me
Nobody's phoned me, everyone's snaky
By now I don't give a fuck if you rate me, I'm out
Believe & Achieve, yeah?
EPisode 1
Trust me
I ain't even got nothing more to say, anyone that thinks they're gonna be chatting to me from here, understand you're gonna be chatting to yourself, rudeboy
Get me? CM
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