Skepta - Skepta & Jme - 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 wah gwan 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 Same old lame old plain old blatant shame Till you find out it ain't working One for the Ba**box Crew Krispy Kreme, McD's, Drive Thru Ayyyyeeeeeee, this ain't 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 aisle 5, cus I'll drive straight to your door And I'll spin and piledrive your face to the floor [Verse 3: Skepta] Yeah Somebody is gotta get murked Spoke to my mum, but that didn't work Counted to 10, but that didn't work Blud, man i am putting in work Switch them plates man i am going on a ride Black bally on and I look like a fly Give mumsy 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 Cus like Luis Suarez, these police love taking a shot But i never violated the squad Forget the albums, forget the mixtapes in the shop Real Gs don't procrastinate on the job [Verse 4: JME] I've got a black ski mask, but I don't ski But I snowboard, dash an MC off piste If one of you try and violate me You get a box in the face with the front door key Box in the mouth with the back door key Box in the face with the X6 key Box in the eye with the fob I use to log into my HSBC Talk about banks, k** em with Ps Run up in your girl's house with two of my Gs Get the money out, put the money in his mouth Suffocate man with about two Gs Suffocate man with about four Gs Suffocate man, then I might just breeze I'll bury man two foot shallow Ain't got time to dig six feet deep