Skepta - Modern Warfare lyrics

[Verse 1: B Live] If a man try diss me, off with his head Off with his kneecaps, off with his legs Man said warfare So I called up D Double E, Footsie and Skeps Dem man are chat 'bout dem man's business Like dem manaman are manaman's skets But forget the whispers When it's silent, you'll hear the squeeze of the trigger Silence, when I beat on the silencer Silence MCs when I speak on a Silencer beat Only where the wildest compete Don't try me, you can't murk me though, cuz You should've got out early and rush Cause I pre-ejaculate In the beef and I pull out early and buss [Verse 2: D Double E] It smelly a bit warry, blud I heard you wanna bore me, blud What happened when you saw me, blud? It was a whole different story, blud Cause you didn't wanna war, you ignored me, blud What happened to the plan you had for me, blud? All that talk about boring You're gonna be the one that's boring, blud Do you really wanna see it get gory, blud? I've heard all these different stories, blud You're too late for sorry Get found in the back of the lorry So 'llow the talk show, it ain't Maury You can't hold me back from glory, blud If I was you, I'd worry And make a move somewhere down Surrey [Hook: Spyda] Di war start and feelings are carried Nobody want fi say that dem sorry Nobody nuh talk, no one never hear Cuh dis one ah modernised warfare Di war start and feelings are carried Nobody want fi say that dem sorry Nobody nuh talk, no one never hear Cuh dis one ah modernised warfare [Verse 3: Skepta] If it's lyrical warfare, I'm ready for this I'll put a big advert on the telly for this This one's grimy, call Teddy for this Get a camera, this one's gonna be one to remember I roll with the gunners like Arsene Wenger Light this up like the 5th of November Trust me, it's a Guy Fawkes ting Man better take cover when I walk in They wanna diss me cause I'm on tour Think that I can't see sh**, but I saw If I told my n***a in the hood to bring a ting Boy Better Know it's not gonna be a rebore 99%, it's an auto So you better respect your torso Put a parting in your head like cornrow We don't wanna hear you no more, so shut up [Verse 4: Footsie] Shh, don't say nuttin' Dem man are fronting, you don't spray nuttin' If the feds come around here asking questions Shh, we don't say nuttin' We don't say nought When the war's on, mandem are warring out When the war's on, man ah war all day long I'm a general, know that my army's strong Bare soldiers Youngers, olders Males, females Drugs, retail Small bits, wholesale Straight cash, no bell Food's fresh, not stale And if I get locked, no bail [Hook: Spyda] Di war start and feelings are carried Nobody want fi say that dem sorry Nobody nuh talk, no one never hear Cuh dis one ah modernised warfare Di war start and feelings are carried Nobody want fi say that dem sorry Nobody nuh talk, no one never hear Cuh dis one ah modernised warfare