Skepta - Rhythm & Gash Freestyle lyrics

[Verse 1: Skepta] I'm calm I've got the devil in my palm I know I said that I wear sungla**es at night But tonight I need to see wagwan Wanna see somebody drop to the ground No civilians, no doctors around Who said life is priceless, so far your life cost me a pound One phone call and a 10p text All of my mandem link up quick We don't care what ends he reps When I said he should'a known it ain't any old rhyme Got a couple k**ers that are never online Might see the shadow in a video of mine Standing behind the camera with the director Ready to shoot an MC one time [Verse 2: Jme] Where has everybody gone? I'm not on that vibe that everybody's on Some old lame old plain old blatant shame Till you find out it ain't working One for the Basebox Crew Krispy Kreme, McD's, Drive Thru Ayyyyeeeeeee, this ain't a private shubs Man can wear hats or hoods.... No Uggs Its not a lean up ting (it's not lean up ting) I don't have a boss so nobody can tell its a clean up In our 5, cos I'll drive straight to your door And I'll spin and piledrive your face to the floor [Verse 3: Skepta] Yeah Somebodies gotta get murked Spoke to my mum but that didn't work Counted to 10 but that didn't work Blud, manna putting in work Switch them plates manna going on a ride Black bally on and I look like a fly Give mum see a kiss, tell you'll home soon Come up to the gate when I pull up on the drive I don't care if its raining or not If we get chased by the feds, everybody in the car better know that I'm failing to stop Cos like Luis Suarez, these police like taking a shot But [?] violated the squad Forget the albums, forget the mixtapes in the shop Real Gs don't procrastinate on the job [Verse 4: Jme] I got a black ski mas, but I don't ski But I snowboard, dash an MC off piece Anyone of you try violate me? Get a box in the face with the front door key Box in the mouth with the back door key Box in the eye with the fob I use to log into my HSBC Talk about banks k** em with these run up in ya girls house Two of My G's Get the Money out Put the Money in his mout' Suffocate man with about two G's Suffocate Man with about four g's Suffocate man then I might just breeze I'll bury man two foot shallow Ain't got time to dig SIX FEET DEEP