Dot Rotten - Bars (SBTV, 2009) lyrics

Okay This guy thinks I'm a prick, okay I don't say nothing but just okay ‘Cus he ain't sick, he's just okay I dunno why MCs wanna try send on the set Then a**ume everything's okay When a man cats me I don't get mad I'm just like, “Right, safe, cool, okay.” Then I flip, like, “Who said it's okay?” Twenty-two shots in your head's okay Man said he's gonna k** me on the MSN So I type back, ‘L-O-L, okay.' My man's still on a hype okay My mans think that I fight okay Came in the room; got KO'd Now man's asking him if he's okay Who the hell do you think you are? I don't care who you think you are Don't come in here shouting and waving your hands ‘Cus you ain't bad and nobody thinks you are Who the hell made you think you are? Chief, that's what I think you are I'm nuts; if you don't wanna get the window smashed in the whip Then don't bring your car I might turn ninja dark Head gone! Fire kick lift your clart Man wanna swing them? We can hit the park? Don't act like me, you don't fit the part Pissed! Look how pissed you are! Watching ya little man get picked apart If I grab my shank your girlfriend won't be the only thing that's Stuck in your heart ‘Cus I beat the tune I'm P, I beat the tune And if an MCs coming in shouting, head GONE! Left the room I'm P, I beat the tune I said I'm P, I beat the tune And if an MCs coming in shouting head GONE! Left the room I'm P, and I'm colder I'm twenty yeah, but i look older I got the four five inside the holster Head top flying; game over I'm P, and I'm colder I'm 20 yeah, but i look older I got the four five inside the holster Head top flying; game over I think man's got it in for me Heard their man wanna go gym for me Because half of their girls are linking me But it's cool though, it's not a thing to me Bare foolishness them a bring to me To their face I will tell a man simply “If you don't want your girlfriend to check me out Don't let your girlfriend bump into me!” What I'm on, star This ting that I got is a monster She start touching, I get tonker I invade the bedroom and I conquer Ya eejat, she don't want ya I realised and stayed a bit longer She opened her legs like, “Do it! Do it! Do it!” So I gave her the anaconda! [Interlude] One up, bar for bar barrin' I'll tear anyone up Your career will bun up way quicker than the Earth When the heatwaves come up Face all numb up Had one like fit-a-box[?] then I got one up You can't touch me, one up I'll bury cliques, one-up Pa** the levels, I'm gone again Famalam, "What Did He Say?!" was a mushroom! See ya later, one up To catch me you gotta go run up I told everybody that you're on the same levels, I'm one up A thousand coins to this stage is one up Everybody's upset, I'm a problem, can't take this one up Two guys tried it, I got the sunflower from Luigi And both of them got bun up Bun up, up one Bar for bar barrin' I will tear up one Punch a past ‘nuff one Wanna test Mario? Cool, good luck son You got fireballs? I got stars, don't make me rise up one Your bredda bringa one or two goons? I'll get one or two red shells and light up one Now everybody's getting raw for a mushroom Safe Who told this guy me and him's safe? Twenty-two shots in your head for the safe Walk off casual, “Cool, safe.” Aight, seen Who told this guy he's in the scene? Twenty-two shots, bare bodies on the scene! Now I'm on the Ten O'Clock News, seen Aight, cool Who told this guy me and him's cool? Twenty-two shots in your head ain't cool If you still wanna get that, then cool! Aight, bless Who told this guy me and him's blessed? Twenty-two shots in your forehead's blessed Now you can tell everyone you're blessed! I'm a fly fella There ain't an aeroplane that can fly better I make fly better Get it? First cla** only, I ride better They say, “Money's fly!” like it's a nine letter “… Money's Fly” - NINE LETTERS! Keep clocking the metaphors, I rhyme better Everybody's been hating on me ‘cus I ain't never flopped I'm clever with metaphors; my mind's better Got ya wifey lying in leather [?] What can I say? Ya girl likes cheddar Ask for a J, they love me, “Alie bredda?” They wanna sit on my lap like sedan leather [?] Come to my house and you can try get her But don't hype over why shots will fly, bredda I'll swing something around, you're gonna fly bredda I'm top; you gotta smoke to feel high, bredda And you ain't gotta be a rock star to get yourself in it for the bizkit [?] Forget ya car, shots'll pip ya district I'm in a place staring out of the window The rest of their man are upset ‘cus they missed it Stupid dipsticks! When I come around it's bad up for them like they all jinxed it I'm a mystical guy, not a mystic So don't get rude, don't hype, don't risk it Don't give me the lip, ‘cus the red stuff covering your mouth Ain't gonna be lipstick Uppercuts and jabs, I'll mix it You'll be crying on the phone to your bredren Bare cuts on your face, tellin' them, “I dipsed it!” Ask around, I'll black out both of your eyes And I'll write you down as blacklisted What? I flow high tech Forget the indis, my shots will fly direct I'm a marksman, I ain't gotta prove that I rep I'm a heavyweight, the ground shakes when I step I'm a deeper guy, with deeper bars I don't wear chains, so don't stare at my neck I'm not a chick, so why is it when I come around MCs wanna act bad and take live steps [?] I will write you off; I don't write cheques I'm a threat, the real vision of High Def Wait, you're better than who? You're pulling my leg I'm like twenty years old, and still a grime vet I naturally perform live sets I'm tired of MCs sayin the words I necked Especially on my set, wake up fam Your time's been waiting for so long that line left [Interlude] I got skengs that can cause tornadoes I will turn any hard man into Play-Doh Everybody does what I say like I'm playing a Game called Simon Says and I say so You man better shush when I say so! We take anything shining; Don't care if you're dead, I'm still takin' your halo What? I'll start goin' on AWOL (aaaagh!) When I'm carrying the mash you can Hear the shots fire from hear to the A road I will leave a hench man sat on his A-hole Don't know who told them that I'm safe though I'm safe, but they ain't safe though, get it? ‘Nuff of these guys are waste, don't believe the mash talk fam They're just talking potatoes! Don't talk to me rough I won't tolerate none of that stuff Talkin', nah, none of that stuff I'll bring tools, alla dat I said, “Shut up, blud!” don't talk to me rough I won't tolerate none of that stuff Talkin', nah, none of that stuff I'll bring tools, alla dat Now you're talking like I ain't a gunner Forget kilograms, this one is a tonner I'm on point in a rave for the warfare I don't drink or smoke, I'm an MC bunner With the heat in my hand, I'm a stunner You'll turn into an olympic runner Thinkin' you're dope with your flow, lookin' like a Mini Metro I'll squash your body like a Hummer I said forget c**aine, that make man feel number Everybody thinks they'll blow this summer! Talking about bare tings in the pipeline I will disable your whole pipe like a plumber See I'm a hurricane, please take cover These yoots here, nah, you don't want none a You can find me in the Showerman category Them other guys got lost in the other They're a par and their bar is a bummer Got metaphors, look, here is another Going on Stone Cold, you can ask Steve I kick guys in the stomach then draw for the stunner Not once, I'll hit him with a neck stunner You can't touch, Blacks, nah, that's the left brudda Anybody violate the team, I will rise up something And turn your whole head the next colour No, I said not me bruvva You can't be talkin' about me bruvva So don't come in a clash chattin' ‘bout mash ‘Cus you ain't pullin' out no gun on me bruvva Naaaah!