Clash of the Mics (feat. Mavy T)

Yeah
KMJ MEDIA
KANINE
(Alright Alright)

Let's call this one a Clash Of The Mics
They know we're gonna do this one right
(Yeah Yeah)
This is a Clash Of The Mics
Rid him with the rhythm in these Nikes
Spin him when he's sinning like he tries
Never needed weapons, Fuck A Strap
No Knife
We're gonna write everything we spit on the mic
Don't try piping up
It took you 6 months to come back
With a ghostwritten track what the fuck is that
OH FUCK

Stop the chit-chat wouldn't want the whiplash
Come back when you really are a big-man
Thinner than a tin can, Yeah, you're sick man
Not in a good way either, compulsive liar
You have fueled the fire, talking about sui-cide
Acting so hard
Yet you never met us at the start of all this shit
Why you giving it lip,ghostwriting little prick
Lip sync your script, shit, I've been killing this shit
While this dick was having a sit down
I've been smashing out my tracks to the whole town
You're a clown chicks that you've hit as a rebound
You're not respectable in this scene now
(NAH)
Trying to clash a 14 year old that's out of order
You look like a snorter
Chat shit about my step-dad?
Shame wire hangers weren't around when you were born,HUH
You're the kinda guy to get banged, go to the po and then report it
UH!

Little bitch ain't nothing but a little snitch
Should've stayed in the ditch
I dug 6 months ago for you though

How you gonna chat about the dead? Are you gone in that head
Course you are, That is what YOU said

I ain't mentioned names yet, but you're lucky I don't bring up the rest
Of your family, You've been verbally attacking mine

Thinking it's a tragedy, The only tragedy I see
Is you winding up in casualty, casually

Do you really want to clash with me? This has to be done
I've just begun, you'll be spun

Right round on this beat
Sit your fucking ass down, don't chat to me

You're still whack now anyone who seems to think this spa'c can spell now
I could show them all how you spell 'OUR' as 'ARE'
And

Proving 98% of the bars aren't hard
And the 2% are

Are written by a non-retar-ded person
Your bars won't work
'N'

That is why you're worthless that's why you won't work
'N'
You're on the sidelines lurking

6 months off man I'm still as perfect
As I've been

That's just me I'd clash anyone on my M.I.C
You know I'd clash on my own see

But you went and chatted shit to my boy MAVY T

(YEAH)
This is a Clash Of The Mics
Rid him with the rhythm in these Nikes
Spin him when he's sinning like he tries

Never needed weapons, Fuck A Strap
No Knife

We're gonna write everything we spit on the mic
Don't try piping up

It took you 6 months to come back
With a ghostwritten track what the fuck is that

(YEAH)

This is a Clash Of The Mics
Rid him with the rhythm in these Nikes
Spin him when he's sinning like he tries

Never needed weapons, Fuck A Strap
No Knife

We're gonna write everything we spit on the mic
Don't try piping up

It took you 6 months to come back
With a ghostwritten track what the fuck is that

Yo Mavy T
Look come at me

Cause I will destroy you mentally
Physically, Lyrically

Got something lined up, trust it's a big conspiracy
Too many rhymes, So let me switch it up

Talk about my bro you're a dumb prick
I'll make you go ghost just with one-click

You won't come back, No magic tricks, No rabbit in a hat
You've never seen me switch 'cause you won't like that

We can go gun for gun or we can back to back
So don't be a pussy and reply to this track

UH-HUH

'Cause you're 18 I'm 14
I'm ready to shutdown Plymouth scene
What happened to your team on BBC?

I come to your block
And you're nowhere to be seen

You look like a crack fiend why you trynna act black g?
J-o-e wanna clash with me?
Left to right say goodbye to your teeth

This ain't music no more this is beef, Swear you was trynna come to my street?
Cause I've been waiting

But step to me I'll punch your face in
Pull up at 14 and you'll be praying

Bust one in your head, and you'll be laying
For your Marj to watch
How does it feel big boy's in a box

KMJ is the team I'm gonna stay
'Cause they've supported me from day

I'm ready to slay any MC that comes my way
I don't condone all the action

Chit and you Chat
18 AND YOU STILL WONT BACK THEM

(YEAH)

This is a Clash Of The Mics
Rid him with the rhythm in these Nikes

Spin him when he's sinning like he tries
Never needed weapons, Fuck A Strap
No Knife

We're gonna write everything we spit on the mic
Don't try piping up

It took you 6 months to come back
With a ghostwritten track what the fuck is that
OH FUCK