Lethal B Diss - Intellectual

[Intro: Wiley]

Eskiboy (yeah)

Hold tight Riko (yeah, yo)

Yeah, you know what they're saying

You know what they're saying

Hold tight Lethal (Roll Deep)

It's all good, it's all good (yeah)

It's all real in the hood round here

It's not even an exciting intro

Being normal

So one time Elephant Kid, hold tight Flowdan

Alright, alright, yeah

Listen

Hold tight Wizzle

Alright

Listen

[Verse 1: Wiley]

Pow, let's slew Lethal the B

Pow, Max don't know about me

Pow, when Cham headbutted me

Pow, he was on the floor quickly

So pow, pow, suck your mum, pow, pow

Dem boys don't know about me

'Cause I got bored up, watch out for me now, now

What do you know about pow?

There he goes hiding behind Boundary

Not once in his life has he repped Boundary

I get bored writing bars for Lethal the B

I said "pow, pow" back in '93

You're saying "pow, pow" in two-double-O-three

And two-double-O-four, this is Lethal the B

Tryna go against me, he wants to be

B-I-G like me

But he's not capable of taking me out

Stabbed fourteen times, I'm still about

I'm still saying I will knock Babycham out

But me against twenty man's out of the question

Buss after twenty man, don't ask questions

Some days I've got something to live for

Other days, blud, I've got nuttin' to live for

I'm not laughing and joking in the war no more

Settle the score, I know the score

Told you already and I told you before

Fist to the jaw in the midst of the war

None of these crews ever roll two-up and do shit

But, me, I do two-man war

For the simple fact I don't care anymore

I'm coming to the fire strapped, not a rebore

Weigh more than your crew if you're stood on a see-saw

You wanna be more? Me, I can see more

Foot to the floor and I'm looking for your mum

Bitch, I banged her once, I got a little itch

Mum, she's a fryars, slag from the bits

She's an A-cup, big bum, no tits

Just like you, she's got dry lips

The bitch has got stretch marks on her hips

Show no pity like a Blood or a Crip

Top boy from the bits

And I don't really care about you or your clique

I'm on the path, don't get in the mix

But I've had no choice, now I'm loading six

Put my life on the line, blud, I'm doing fine

Beef is a laugh, all day, every time

Hello, my name's Wiley, I'm grime

I'm shiesty and you won't get beside

[Break: Riko]

Well (well)

Here we are again (again, man, it's fucking getting long)

Murking Lethal B again (it's getting long)

I'm getting quite bored with this shit (you're shit, bruv)

It's starting to piss me off (you're not even good)

And Flowdan (yeah)

I wanna know what's going on with you (yeah, what the fuck are you on?)

Weh me cyaan go wrong so like to

You either par with dem or you ah par with we

Me wan' know which corner you sit down inna

Becuh if a war, me nuh wan' no spy ah leak information

[Verse 2: Riko]

Lethal, catch him, mash him with the mash like potato

Haffi lay low

Long time when I catch him in the stage show

Never take the piss and get away, no way, bro

Understand, Riko don't give a damn

I'm gonna diss bare man in your gang

You can't tell me nuttin' so talk to my hand

Nah, talk to the gun inna my hand

One in a million chance that you're gonna get away, man

Should've took your first beating like a man

More Fire can't test Riko the Dan

Shot make you flip like Jackie Chan

Grew a bit of lip 'cause you heard I was locked in the nick

Thought to myself "what a cowardly prick"

Riks, I'mma kill it, bun the whole of your clique, 'cause

You and your boys all chat shit

Talking 'bout Riko's a junkie? Lethal, you look like a monkey

I'll lick off your head with the pumpy

I've got your whole crew jumpy

You'll get jacked like Scrumpy, nuh bwoys can't thump me

Riko's a junkie? Lethal, you look like a monkey

I'll lick off your head with the pumpy

I've got your whole crew jumpy

You'll get jacked like-

Come again like oi, where's that Lethal the B?

There, load-load that double-B

Why? I'm gonna make him see

You can't fuck with me and get away scot-free

He's like "uh-oh, it's Riko MC

Uh-oh, my gun dem are empty"

Uh-oh, you wanna come against me? You'll get

Cover up, not left innocently

Fuck More Fire Crew, you've bitten more than your bwoy can chew

Now I'm gonna spit fire at you

Shots stick inna your face like glue

I'll make Lethal catch gunshot like flu

And there ain't a thing you can do

Badboy Riko, dem boy couldn't ever slew

And you couldn't ever step inna me shoes or tread yourself

Lethal, you've gotta know it

You all know that I'm the worst thing

Lyrics that I spit are all oneaway

Mek a boy run away, go on, then, come and play

Meet me any day, you're open anyway

Lyrics that I spit, I'm killing anyting in any way

And you know I'm the farda

Don't come against me with no More Fire drama

When you're lyrically weak and you're lyrically marga

You're lyrically bleak, lyrically you're a starter

How you wanna come diss the master?

Lyrical master blaster of disaster

Been a bit slow but now I'm getting faster

Chat real life, me nuh chat 'bout no passa

Spit bars for a sixteen straight after

Your crew and your farda, your boo and your daughter

Ask yourself, blud: what you want war for?

You're not a big mic man, you're a fraudster (dead)

All informer fi diggy diggy (dead)

All informer fi diggy diggy (bumbaclart)

All informer fi diggy diggy (dead)

[Break: Riko]

Pussy (pussy)

'Bout More Fire, me dun put cinder out

Nuh wan' see you run up unnu fucking mout'

Wrong'un

You're a wrong'un, wrong'un

Hold on, man, me have something more fi give dem

[Verse 3: Riko]

Instigator

A-R instigator (instigator)

W-A-R instiga- (that's me)

Yo, A-R instigator (that's me)

W-A-R instigator (that's me)

Pussy

UK's most-wanted, I'm here

Yo, A-R instigator

W-A-R instigator

A's for the arms, R's for the reflex

War's for the shit that you said, it got me vexed

The shit that you said, it was long

It was wrong, but you still carried on

Then when I murked you on every stage show, blud

You was crying like a prick on my phone

Then your boy got involved and I murked him as well

But I thought that was fun 'cause I thought he could tell that

I was the only Don Corleone

UK MCs, they don't wanna know me

I've got a scar on my boat like Tony

So what? You can't hold or control me

I'm coming clear to your ear like Sony

You're running up your mouth 'cause it's true, you don't know me

But you know what? Blud, that's you

You said enough and it sounds like you

Understand that you're badman too

One man, bang-bang out your crew

And you know that it's way overdue, so

Fix your face, don't run up and screw

You've got mash? Yeah, one or two

One or two for a three-man crew

I've got five and six and seven

Ain't all mine but I know where to get 'em

It's no long, I just go, then I get 'em

When I go and get 'em, I ain't scared to wet 'em

When I offload, I ain't going to check 'em

You're half-good but you ain't no Beckham

Ask the people, what do they reckon?

You'd get murked in about two seconds

Dead

All informer fi diggy diggy dead

All informer fi diggy diggy

Your mumma