Dirty Dike - One Take lyrics

Look, you gave me the beat, I gave you the writtens You're either, rollin' with Gs or rollin' with kittens That's just the, way that it goes I'm known as a spitter I got the, gravy it's flowing My motion is sicker I'm sick of the, game I told you I'm known as a winner I beat the, tune I told you I show a beginner I'm rappin' a fat stack of cash I'm naturally bigger I'm grabbin' a pad and I'm lyrically stabbin' the pad with immaculate writtens I tell 'em, leave it alone Like a dog with a bone Give me a reason to show you and open you raw I mean, half the mandem on the road, they chat sh** And half the other man wanna stroll and moan I'm like, mhm none of that Now give me the space and give me the room In fact, now give me the ba** and give me the tune Whether you're plucking or you're strumming Try your luck and have a couple 'til you're chucking up I love it when the love is up I'm buzzing when the party bangin' Bangin' off the ceiling Bangin' bangers, even in the basement Jamming with a spliff And yammin' Maccy D's in dungarees I run the beat so wonderfully So I could give a f** whether you're chuckin' me or duckin' me But, on the beat I give it some, I rip it quickly When I hit the town I'm big up in the inner city Pissed 'cos I was acting civil when that k**er hit me Still I kept it flowing like that river up in Mississippi Diss me, that's the actions of a silly billy I be chillin' whilst I'm kickin' writtens with my missus, silly Diss me, that's the actions of a silly billy I be k**ing lyrics 'til I finish spitting, evidently You think you're all that, in fact you're an arrogant chatter I got a wolfpack, it's fat like Zach Galifianakis I tell man fall back with wack raps and hazardous grammar Don't record that, f** that You're wacker than hammer You hear the bells bump I bump a shot of bells I'm buzzin' I see the world as mine, I'm on time And I feed my cousins I'm in the middle like Malcolm I got my city clubbin' sh**ty clubbin' scene It's a pity there ain't no different something There ain't no different something, ain't no different nothing We don't care about repercussion f** it we're the younguns Greasy teens, mercing mums and husbands You're beneath this rapper like you're lurking under dustbins But, man are acting barmy Getting on greedy Filling up their tummy Me I make CDs Gonna make the money I don't do wars like Muhammed Ali I'd rather hold a Benz like a Nazi's car key Home cooked chicken dinner, mummy never charged me Back then I partied Sippin' on Bacardi Ragamuffin chattin' something, couldn't try and par me So what? You're big in the game? I know a hundred rappers feeling the same I know a thousand rappers looking for fame We should all collab, that'd be lyrics for days (it would be) But some of these man are obviously living that lyrical lie Cos if they properly listened to my Hottest syllables fly They'd clock the visual audio justification They're lyrically winning Again and again and again and again Then ring the kid and tell him we get it in Cor the weirdest things they happen The audience booed man off stage whilst cheering and clapping All the coolest brethrens wear the geekiest of fashions And a Chinaman got vexed because a duck was Peking at him I don't even try and make sense of my thoughts I just vent 'em in course Aggy ways, I got the temperament of a horse But just 'cos I abide the law No longer provide the draw I'm still as raw to spawn a thorn f**in' a dinosaur f**in' a dinosaur f**in' a dinosaur But I'm inclined to set aside my sword Box you in the lips You got a lisp Talkin' like Kanye in 2004 I'm getting lean, I got a pound of draw So, my straw I worked out I'm paying like, a pound a draw