Eediyat Skengman 3 (Last Stormzy Send)

Free my mumzy, what's that about? Oi Chewbacca, what you chattin' 'bout? Come and see my vibe, there's no crack about I get the riddim, hit the booth, then I crack 'em out Man have got the BFG tappin' out Ding ding, round three, let me catch him out I see your Pop fans, thinkin' that I'm backin' out I get the whip that I want, then I black it out Don't hype, don't care what you like Tell me why you don't like, man do it more You weren't on the road when Dizzee made "I Luv U" Back then you must have been about four Head's in the clouds got my feet on the floor I'm helping you now, sell tickets for the tour We all wanna be the rich black kid, until we go Pop Then the pop, drops us on the floor Hold on bro let me say this Nobody's cares if you got all your songs on the playlist The music's shit, we don't play this You ran in to Drill, you can't face this I tell you, "Suck your mum, 'cause I'm tasteless You could fight for words and get hurt Every single man who defends their mum gets murked Eediyat, I know the three words hurt I set the time limits, kill you with Grime lyrics Won't draw for the Headie One, they ain't my lyrics So the Kano ting was quite cool But you ain't even written any, dying to survive lyrics I've been killing you in the game, with all my lyrics Got the bullet bars, ain't trying lyrics Fire Lyrics, can't retire lyrics Got the McClaren on the road, black tyre lyrics Come alive with this drama Jump out on man and disarm ya Ed got you in a room with Jay-Z But you came back with that bullshit after Then I said, "Take who back to where?" Because this whole campaign I see is air We don't really like it But we gotta care, it's Stormzy, no That's when the weather gets stormy About slap? You mussi mad Gotta murk any sound, what you know, like that? Well you man are acting on tracks My mum's in London, that's facts I ain't gotta go and get her back Mikey, I don't smoke crack You got all this Adidas stuff But Mike you make it look crap, yo You ain't had a real battle yet, it's your first one I'm a dad and I murk, that's how I teach son Each one, teach one and I can reach one We get results like you and that's a peak one I'm a straight from the street one Man know a real one, broski anywhere I meet one I'ma share some money and I'm a keep some I'm a strong one brudda not a weak one Got you sweatin' like a pig You don't like when I start snatching of weaves and wigs Got the weed in your hand The last time I saw you blud you weren't blazing shit Don't front, it's a act Before the weed you're smoking outs you on your back Bfg and the GOG Got the whole world lookin' at a Grime class act, like Respect my pen Bars in your face like pen' Box in your face like Ken, from way back when I've been a madman chattin' 'bout way back when So respect my pen Bars in your face like pen' Box in your face like Ken, from way back when I've been a madman chattin' 'bout way back More action, I love all that Man get rich, think their bubble that And when the system switch, you come running' back I'm gonna score touchdowns whether you play me QB Wide receiver or running back Been away for a minute but I'm coming back I know you's love the charts but I've done all that Now I'm back in the street, they know we run all that Like Rick Bobby What about 9bar Bobby? Flower pot men like Billy and Bobby I'm a builder just like Bob, Bob Like Rick Bobby What about 9bar Bobby? Flower pot men like Billy and Bobby I'm a builder just like Bob