Swiss

Swiss (UK)

Posty the Prime Minister, turn the camera on
No David, but I’m Blaine with the magic wand
Hotlines, like 0800 numbers
Hotlines like drug dealing in London
I’m hot, that’s a man on fire
I walked in the club, like I am on the flyer
Tell the bouncers the same as before
Whips and car showrooms, my name on the door, Swiss
I’ve got bars like a had reception
Still I drop bars, bad connection
Punchline after punchline I’m a heavy sprayer
Fans talk over the net, tennis players
Girls are William, Serena
And you’ll get served in a box, that’s a pizza man
I’ve got, too much 16’s you’re getting bodied
Group texts, I could share them with everybody
Got it wrapped like my arm in a brace
Ain't a screenshot when I cross my palm on your face
Ain’t safe, I’m a hazard light
A car broke down on the motorway lane, without hazard lights
She left him, and became lesbian, she has a right
Still some of these dicks are pussies, Hermaphrodite
Bruce Jenner, a little over two tenners put an anchor on my snapback
This ain’t a new era, it’s a new era though
Still I spray like a fresh can of aerosol
I will not spare a soul
Lift you off the ground, that’s a flat tire
Got the game under my boot, that’s a back tire
Diss me; shooting yourself, it will backfire
Suicide, lift your soul up like a black choir
Now you in hell (inhale) then you exhale
You ain’t going no where, running on a treadmill
Tired of stepping on pennies, I wanna tread mills
On the block, holding up the corners like bed wheels
Reminiscing back in the day I wasn’t fed meals
Now I’m eating behind bars like a fed meal
Behind bars like BMX boys
I am not a rapper, that he can exploit
Tell your girlfriends, it’s me your ex-boy
You cannot replace me with sex toys
Dildos and vibrators, cannot fly you acres
Backshots, but I am not a vagina hater
No nono, take shots at me, I will send back shots, no cum hoe
Wavy, vending machine; you know I drop bars if you pay me
My Topic’s off the planet like Mars while you lying (Lion) on the track (Tracker) I am everything you aren’t, my pen is sweet, if you rappers bite I might charge more teasers (Malteasers) I’m bound to (Bounty) go hard
In another Milky Way Galaxy, I hear she’s (Hershey’s) in the Club whisper (Wispa) in her ear like Cadbury’s
Caramel, I can help you drop calories
If I put this Ripple inside your KitKat’ll bleed
Thats Minstrels, I just took you on a tour round the sweet shop, that’s mental
Well, Superman’s what they asked for
I’m in the booth, like I was taking a photo for a passport
Flash, etcetera
You don’t have to be Black Panther to get capped in America
Ay, police send shots from the Iron Man
Hit you up from the top, to your diaphragm
You love Hip-Hop, you could die a fan
Go straight from the fire, to the frying pan
We Dare-devils, you must agree
We always come runners up, in the Justice League
There’s no justice, is it all just to see (DC)
Another Blue Beast escaped custody
Caught red handed, the crime was [?]
On camera phones, inform then inspired the man (Spiderman)
It hit the web, and then it went viral damn
How much more guilty, can you find a man?
As far as the flow goes, I’m the finest man
So find the parking attendant, to find this man
Step in the booth, like I had a strap, in my fucking hand
King of the mic, the way I start bucking ham (Buckingham)
And I won’t leave prince in my palace
And I won’t lose because my wins are established
Look, all they do is talk air to the throne, but imma make it clear, put your ears to the phone
They ain’t got enough on their oysters I’m here in my zone
Tap out I can spot you from the air, I’m a drone
Wannabe gangsters, wannabe the realest
Throwing up signs like they swallowed their own fingers
You roll with a lot of murderers, you know killers?
Real recognise fake I’m speaking out English
Who’s the best rapper, tell me who can out-spit him?
I lock down 16’s like juvenile prisons
They’re hooked off on my lines, like I was out fishing
A book full up of rhymes, I’m having wild visions
Psychopathic on a Boris Bike, tryna cycle backwards
I could work around the face, if I like the backers
You know you’re getting that fire like I’m striking matches
Christmas morning because I’m ripping all types of wrappers (rappers)
All that’s on my head, is rap now but I don’t need a African hairdresser to pull these tracks out
Don’t get it twisted, that’s your plaits out
Let’s keep it straight here (hair) I’m one of the best, I’m so relaxed now
I grew up around roadmen, and my grandma put me in crep (Krept) I had a cold nan (Konan)
Yeah, one girl told me no bangs, went down like she was disabled, no hands
Favourite underwear, french black knicker set
Had my fingers on that brown butt like a cigarette
Something like a shower curtain have you dripping wet
Too many rappers like bite like kissing necks
Vampires, if daylight don’t give you sunburn then the flame wood like campfires
Before we stacked paper, we used to stack flyers
Up and down the street like cab-drivers

Outro:
EP out soon, Swiss
Daily Duppy, Grime Daily
Peace

Trivia about the song Swiss by GRM Daily

When was the song “Swiss” released by GRM Daily?
The song Swiss was released in 2016, on the album “Daily Duppy: Season 5”.
Who composed the song “Swiss” by GRM Daily?
The song “Swiss” by GRM Daily was composed by Swiss (UK).

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