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