War Report

[Intro]
Big up [?]
[?]
Yo

[Verse 1]
I can't hate pow that was a hit
Even if the main verse was nicked off gods gift
Spent a couple years now and snipers still chatting shit
And whoever shanked fumin in 2006
Needs to come to Eskimo dance so I can buy him a drink
More fire and fire ain't a thing
They won't come if the name more fire is on the flyering ink
And I swear that boy syer is slyly writing for me
But it ain't dat, he ain't scratch and we ain't family tree
I'll get shit for GBH before I think of writing A, B, or C
And bash, go play with your teeth
I told scum demons got a techno marine
But Kane buss so he might have something else on his wrist
I need to put someone else in these lyrics
And I ain't got nothing bad to say about ghetto
He's from the village and I can see it in him
Mercston went to jail for rape so shes finished
Mercstons a lot of things but I doubt that he did it
Roachee comes out in a year and a minute
Marcus nastys girl got me arrested in aiya Nappa
And he was her witness
But you know me I get with it
Middle finger up, index with it
Shake what mum gave you, even if she didn't
Party over here, I'll bring it there when I'm finished
And ace I keep hearing your business
How you gonna let a seventeen-year-old girl
Set you up and make you jacked for your chain you dickhead
And we'll check up on all these people next Christmas
And if I ain't jacked, shot, or hotted up one of them
I probably got signed for six figures
Lady sovereign is at def jam
Skepta's rolling with mike skinner
Dizzee's bringing out a third album this year
And I'm here
Hypers thirty-one or thirty-two this year
And it's bait, wait

[Verse 2]
About rape, I will show you rape
I'll stick my shank up your arse leave you fucked for days
I got bars, flows fucked like thingy's face
I'm the murkiest MC go and say I ain't
I'll merk the first, second and third best MC in this game
And I get more gash than you looking like an ape
Wait, wait