Lay-Z - Lord of the Mics lyrics

[Verse 1: Jammer] It's the Murkle Man, I'm back with a bang Lord of the Mics is back with a bang I do grime, do it all the time Used to sell CDs out the back of the van Back with a bang Lord of the Mics is back with a bang I do grime, do it all the time Used to sell CDs out the back of the van Like blam Boy Better Know, yeah, that's my fam Man ah go curry goat, mutton and lamb Man ah go ackee saltfish and yam Tell an MC don't jump out of your pram Man can't manage me like Sam Girl better know, all day, buff gang Lord of the Mics, that bus fare man Girls say that I'm buff when I speak in slang [Verse 2: Sox] 0121, say nada I feel to change my name from Sox And re-market myself OG Swagga Like MT, man are big inna di manor You man can't tell me jack shalla Been going in this year, ask Tasha Might fly thingys, bareback Hannah And still clap thingys when I land yalla [Verse 3: Lay-Z] I'm lyrically better, yeah I'm lyrically who? Lyrically better than lyrically you Besides, you know that I'm lyrically better Yeah I'm lyrically better, yeah it's lyrically true Lyrically, you don't know what to lyrically do Lyrical, you might need a lyrical clue Bring anyone cuh I will lyrically take two Cause your bars are sh**, yeah, they're lyrically poo [Verse 4: D-Power] Run up with my new 16 Lyrics dem ah fly like an M16 Told that yout "you can't take out Diesle" Now him ah go dead inna di music scene cause Run up with my new 16 Lyrics dem ah fly like an M16 Told that yout "you can't take out Diesle" Now him ah go dead inna di music scene cause [Verse 5: Desperado] If man don't feel you, come out the room Come out the room, come out the room If man don't feel you, come out the room Come out the room, come out the room If I don't feel you, come out the room Come out the room, come out the room OG'z don't feel you, come out the room Come out the room, come out the room [Verse 6: Tre Mission] You'll be like, argh, help I'll be like "park up, p**y" You don't want beef, don't start up, p**y Spray the whole whip when you park up, p**y You'll be like, argh, help I'll be like "park up, p**y" You don't want beef, don't start up, p**y Spray the whole whip when you park up, p**y [Verse 7: Kozzie] Now, everything they just said on the camera I told you, the cameraman don't believe you 1, 2, 3, 4 lies that you said Is 1, 2, 3, 4 knives in your head Say my name in the wrong context I ain't into the joke or banter Shatter your face, leave you screaming "dench" I'll go blind when I see red [Verse 8: Wariko] I got bars that'll lick down people Bars that'll lick down man like vehicle Whenever you're ready, you will get it in a plate Straight mate, pudding and treacle I got bars that'll lick down people Bars that'll lick down man like vehicle Whenever you're ready, you will get it in a plate Straight mate, pudding and treacle [Verse 9: J1] If he keeps hyping, I'm gonna slap this boy Round of applause, I might clap this boy You ain't ready, you better practice, boy For dinner, I might just have this boy You're a waste, you ain't match fit, boy Won three in a row, that's a hat-trick, boy Lyrically put you in a casket, boy I'll see you on Twitter and @ this boy [Verse 10: Merky ACE] You jump onstage and can't get no wheel I don't even know how that feels Think that you're bad cause you got a little whip? Beep, smash man's head off the wheel Beep, smash man's head off the wheel I done so much work last year I will take any MC for roadk** When I roll by five man deep, FT [Verse 11: Jendor] Go home That's what I tell a boy straight, go home After I drop 28 shots in the side of the Merc They won't have no dome So, so, so, that's right That's what I tell a boy straight, that's right After I drop 28 shots in the side of the Merc They won't feel alright [Verse 12: Tez Kidd] Ayy, I spit my bars well Guy must be daft if a guy can't tell I scare the sh** out of these MCs Turn a black guy white like Vybz Kartel Ayy, I spit my bars well Guy must be daft if a guy can't tell I scare the sh** out of these MCs Turn a black guy white like Vybz Kartel [Verse 13: Rival] Talk with the greasiest speech Got a hunger for grime so I'm eating these beats I'm a beast You see, on Monday to Sunday MCs Leave in a week They had a nerve, god damn nerve Industry, they tried sleeping on me So I yanked that pillow, pulled back the covers Woke it up and started beating the scene [Verse 14: Jammin] I do grime Can't nobody tell me nuttin' I be doing this sh** til I die So I beg a boy say something So I beg a boy try diss me Lord of the Mics, k** anyone against me Haters hate but I show no envy Ain't on my level, so I don't watch face What they gonna say when I pull up in the M3? [Verse 15: Hypes] Ana nuttin' Likkle yout try hype up, ana nuttin' See me deya, pick the mic up, ana nuttin' Man talk, get line up, ana nuttin' Act bad, tryna try bluff inna war Man stand tall and rise up, ana nuttin' Said I might haffi buck, ana nuttin' And you seem like you guys shook, ana nuttin' [Verse 16: Clipson] They wanna know why this yout ain't blown Why he ain't leveling with this flow When I write sick ones, big ones When I hear grime, know I'm involved Mind and soul, that's what I give them Intent at being the best with an ink pen Don't pay attention to the haters Cause I know that they won't gas if I link them [Verse 17: Jammer] Pa** over the mic And let's see who's the Lord of the Mic Pa** over the mic And let's see who's the Lord of the Mic Pa** over the mic And let's see who's the Lord of the Mic Spit a 16 bar, hot like tar Man will see who is the Lord of the Mic