Meridian Dan - Bloodline / Boy Better Know Snapback Freestyle lyrics

[Meridian Dan: Verse 1] Someone said I'm posh for a co*kney Cause I eat food like gnocchi There was a hole in grime I said drop me out so they dropped me You can't sleep on grime you manna got dropsy They said I went down a commercial road They saw me spray bars at the Troxy My man couldn't keep the cat in a bag Feds wanna try put man on tag Didn't find food but they f**ed with the programme Took two watches and cashed on my tags Man moves sideways sometimes I'm a cancer, don't move like a crab Best be ad lib when you say stab I'll burst mans head on a concrete slab [President T: Verse 2] Take off me, nah, must be a dream Give cats the food, must be a fiend I said, there's not an MC that could get to my level of stripes I was like, “I'm off the level of snipes!” B-M, Mercedes, yeah I've got types I've got an African friend who said, “Yeah, I've got swipes” What's he gonna get? Pair of Nikes I don't wanna send for the strally That I bought off a pair of dykes When trouble ignites I know man that are scared of heights That'll skip to the side and lock off your lights k** off k**y! Stranger returns President T excites [Bossman Birdie: Verse 3] I don't deal herb I direct the shots like Spielberg My grubb moves they got still work And thats why they still work I always got the metal on me You might think my profession is steel work I got sick bars I spray ill verse after ill verse They call me Bossman I don't do laundry But I wash grands Told them violate the set I smoke teams like Rothman Cause I was a lost child Until I read books on lost child Can't wait until the the papers cray They don't want to see me go buckwild [Meridian Shay: Verse 4] Kick to the fans no Cantona Swags all red call me Santa Ciroc and Fanta Go and get the girls was the banter You know big Shay I'm a Zampa Talk to Frank no Lampard Catch me on the wrong day, bad luck Cause I be k**ing this n***as, cancer Mans hitting all these n***as cause mans right Roley on my wrist for the right time Shining like a star, no limelight Put your hands in the air like a high-five I'm a bad boy, f** being Mr. Nice Guy sh** could get tense, keep your eyes wide From my Beez on the Trap like Nicky Minaj [?] around my neck like a [?] [Jme:Verse 5] What Fam that's poor Bringing them bars to a lyrical war Your ego won't fit through the door But your whole vocabulary will fit in one tweet With no TMI Air #NoBMI You can ask Chip I'm Fire Alie Now I'm gonna reach for the sky I don't do how they didn't wanna do it, I do it how they used to do it but now they can't do it anymore Now they see me doing it and they wanna do it but you can see obviously I'm doing it raw Why you stuttering for The mics in your hand yeah, but your not sure Jme will mash up a grime rave, dubstep, house rave or 4/4 [Flirta D:Verse 6] Foolishly Got your girl acting foolishly Dancing on her bed all foolishly Dancing in the mirror foolishly Foolishly, foolishly Got your girl acting foolishly Dancing on her bed all foolishly Dancing with her friends all foolishly Flubs F-O double O BS-er I never ever ever talk BS(er) I'm heavy on the [?] TS TS TS-er Get ready Tell your [?] to get ready Tell your [?] to get ready For the next battle F-L-I-R with the T Been doing this since an early T First video with JME First video with Crazy T 'Come again' Had to say it, free Crazy T And I'm on a f**ing Crazy T With JME and Skeps, MC [Skepta:Verse 7] One sheet of the Rizla is all I need Break off a little chip of cigarette and mix it all up with the weed Now I can't remember what we're smoking, is it the OG Kush or the cheese? All I know is it feels like the room's spinning round at phenomenal speed When we talk pussies don't answer back cause we're some rhetorical Gs I've got n***as on standby waiting to make somebody bleed Man try take me for a lemon, Imma tell them I dare you to squeeze Next time you see me and my gang, man won't be wearing Boy Better Know tees [Big H: Verse 8] Open your eyes Swear I don't know none of them guys 2 different people, separate lives AK rifle someone dies Tell 'em don't speak like that Them man don't Roll Deep like that Knife and Fork I eat like that Don't sit in my seat like that Trust, I never lie You lied, idiot buried him alive Street crime UK, H inside Cool, cool dude, yeah gimme five Trust, looks like their in hurry Laughing, na na na, not funny You turn spin back round for my money Old school Meridian, H is gully [Jammer:Verse 9] All the work I put in Done all the work that them man couldn't Late nights in the studio putting in mad work Work that them man couldn't I told them, the proof's in the pudding Now I'm in bed with three different women I told them don't sleep on me Now they wanna trick or treat on me Roll up, pull out the heat on me But Boy Better Know us man are OGs We make paper, grands! Supporters, big up the fans The only ting them man clapping is hands Us man are major, got big plans Us man roll with 25 gyal Dem man roll with 25 I knew it would happen, the truth is coming Now it's all my music they're plugging I push grime hard, I go in Some man say it's a psycho ting But them man are fake on a lypo ting Us man are big dargs, them a michael ting Roll by on a cycle ting Man better take cover when I go in