[Intro]
Alright then
Wizzy B
Younger N.A.S.T.Y, 2005
Big up DJ Capa pon this one
'Cause it's big blood Aftershock Lordz
2000 and N.A.S.T.Y
What's good?
[Verse]
Can't ramp with Wiz
Forget the gun, put the borer to your lips
Can't be slipping, gotta roll in the whip
On my pushbike, man's gotta roll quick
I'm a road guy, I can't move with pricks
Wiz, yeah? I'm the new lick
In conflict, you really couldn't do shit
Duck when you see Wizzy B in your bits
Everyone in the hood's hungry, fuck it
Lick shots to make their money, fuck it
Get banged up if you're running, fuck it
Your mandem are nothing, fuck it
N.A.S.T.Y. Youngers ain't big? Are you stupid?
We don't hold no lead, are you stupid?
Leave you in the river Thames, are you stupid?
My mandem's leaving spеngs, are you stupid?
Wanna move with Wizzy B
Gyal dem wanna flеx with Wizzy B
Before, you didn't really wanna know Wizzy B
Bare heads wanna hate me, Wizzy B
Wizzy B, and I move in a big team
Younger N.A.S.T.Y., dun know what you mean
Got new guns every time we're seen
Contenders get left where they can't be seen, it's
Me, Wizzy B, best on the beat
I'm young, on point like Rooney
You're not in my league, I'm supreme
Duppy the whole of this scene
Draw couple gash, that's me, stack papers, that's me, Wizzy B
Shut up, you're anything
Get wrapped up, yeah, if you try it by me
Now you know about who? Me, Wizzy B
Bar 'til the end of my days, you're a prick 'til the end of your days
Known as a wasteman, yeah, in your ways
Bredrins are talking out of place
Get out my way, stop screwing up your face
Bars you spit, I just slay
Never gonna make a penny out of the game
Accept it; you're lame
Known as a prick that's always on his Js
Yeah, lyrically, they can't match me
Ten miles away, they couldn't catch me
Talking about how their gun's gonna clap me
Never chat crap, G, you're just a prat, G, and yeah
Lyrically they can't match
Ten miles away, they can't catch
Talking about how their gun's gonna clap
Never chat crap, you're just a prat
Yo, and you'll get gun bucked, prat
Bun in the leg if you give backchat
Younger N.A.S.T.Y. run [?]
Wiz, man are artist in my bag
And I'm gonna succeed, game, that's that
[?] lyrical attack
And my lyric dem will stick in your head like [?]
We roll with gats in backpacks, so
See like Brighton rocks
Man mess around and you'll get a straight box
Bars that will stop dogs
Bet you never knew you'd get sucked in
You tried mocking the thugs with Wizzy B a lot
Any brehs get put in headlocks
Best know that you can't mess with my lot
Wizzy B man wan' fear on the fucking block
Yeah, and I never stall
Fake t'ugs get left in a blood pool
Get kicked like a pebble, get kicked like a ball
Wizzy B, not fake and essential
Better know I break bones, fists are my tools
That man's getting left hanging out after all
N.A.S.T.Y., not weak at all
And you dun know we shine like [?]
Yeah, and I'm lyrical
Post up like I'm on [?] MCs get
Bounce out like a football
Thugged out and Wizzy B, man ain't in school
I'm the head boy and they couldn't move me at all
Don't act bad 'cause you're not bad at all
Don't really wanna have to draw for the tool, so
Pull up your trousers and stay cool
They're just fronting
Got no gats, they're just fronting
Chat shit all the time, they're just fronting
Everyone can see they're just fronting
Yeah, 'cause they don't buss fuck-all
Got a borer, don't bore fuck-all
Talk about paper, don't stack fuck-all
Swing and they can't do fuck-all
Younger N.A.S.T.Y., no, we can't allow it
Watch how you talk 'cause we can't allow it
[?] threats, we can't allow it
We bring the pace so we don't allow it
And there's no doubt about it
Your mandem all talk but they don't really back it
Your limbs, I'll tear off if you chat shit
We spit the good shit, never the crap shit
So watch Wizzy B get dark
[?] and you get spark
And you dun know I banged your girl in the park
Leg pon shoulder and I went too fast
They can't move Wizzy B, what the ras'?
My mandem, dun know we move fast
Got guns and you dun know we move fast
Your mandem get left in the past