[Intro]
This is G-H
War report, big up Logan Sama
I does this, I ain't gonna say much at the start
You know what? Just gonna let them hear what I gotta say, 'cause it's nothing I does this all fucking day long
[Verse]
Richard
I've got the juice like Bishop
You're not vicious, you're in a team full of fibbers
Boy Better Know, I be the boy with the better flow
The way I battle, I battle like I'm a swingers
From here to Plymouth
The streets love what The Movement delivers
Roll Deep are so weak
It's like comparing the ocean to rivers
Won't stop till I got money like Jigga's
I've shot brown, cocaine and ringers
And unlike Dylan, I won't change for figures
Chat shit and I'ma 'OK' the killers
Go spray your realers, I'll old-age beginners
If you was on my level like 6 years back
Why you no bigger than the kid's air max?
And yeah, you could teach a snake about snaking
Most of Roll Deep, you've hit their yats
Ask Karnage, the reason the DJ's half-hearted
You're a dark bastard
Hit his wife years in the past, gotta blast it
I don't lie I just spit bare facts, I'ma merk Will
Like Doogz, Lethal and Shark did
Leave his rask in a casket
I'm a artist, you're a carcass
You tell me who's harder to market
And yes, I'm sending for Will
But I still get beats from Target regardless
Come to the gardens, spar with the masters
I be like, "Nah, put the bars in the garbage"
See The Movement, were the last of the hardest
Will's got a loose tongue
Suck whose mum?
I'ma stick something sharp in this halfwit
In the grime scene some stars are retarded
They'd rather clash, I'd rather cash
But I won't have it, from a coke addict
Wiley you're older than go-go gadget
You won't blow faggot
You're oh-so damaged
Something like a vehicle in JoJo's garage
As for me? Nah, I ain't letting this bozo manage, you're so so tragic
Me and my niggas don't hold no baggage, I'm a solo savage
I ain't gonna lie, your eyes have seen loot
But you spend your advance before you recoup
Spend your advance on cars and jean-suits
Spend your advance on tarts, that seems loose
If I was your age, I wouldn't wanna war
I'd make sure my money last longer than 4 days
Make an investment
Labels used to have faith in your reference
Word up now, Willy won't turn up (He won't)
Even when he's getting paid for attendance
You'll regret putting my name in a sentence
Oh yeah, who you calling a coward?
I've seen you leave raves when I'm making an entrance
You know me my behaviour's horrendous
Put you in the trash like a baby of Brenda's
This clash ain't gonna make me remembered
I make tracks and they be tremendous
Who disagrees I'm much better lyrically
Check my wordplay, flow, and delivery
And you've been doin this since No Diggidy
Oh willy please, I'm what the whole city needs
I ain't gonna stop, I choke MCs like Slim did Papa Doc
2nd Phaze sounds like it took seven days
I don't rate you, it's better than your debut
But it's still featherweight
Mine for yours, I won't ever trade
Like to war? So let's set a date
The Movement are as tight as D-Block
We be a team you can't separate
All of your man are snakes, apart from Danny Weed
And Roach, you're fake like Ali G, it's jokes
All of your pain and agony's a hoax
You can never battle me, man'll squeeze the toast
You ain't in my category, heard you on Fly Boy
The best white boy? Devs will make Scratchy D the ghost
And in the whole scene you hassle me the most
And if it ain't casualty that will be my fault
I happily devote my time to this like I had a key of coke
How could you call Mercs your baby brother?
He's a badder man for you even though you're an older
10 years older than your baby mother
I'm a lady lover, but you gotta draw the line
When you was 10 she weren't even potty-trained
Will you're a fruit cake
How could you send for me, with a chorus written by 2Face?
Deep down, you wanna take part in this crusade
But soon you'll be wearing a toupee
And true say, your crew strayed
You wanna join ours but you're too old and too fake
Get my name out your mouth like a toothache
I take titles when I face rivals
It's my game, don't ever break my rules
Boy Better Know, you niggas ain't idols
Eyes wide open, I know you do more than blaze itals
Me? manna got more vision than eight eyeballs
Come through your hood, wave rifles
And leave your face on the sidewalk, why talk? (Why talk?)
I was kickin' back, locked into KISS and that
Heard some kitty cat called me the British Pac
Well if it's that, I'ma bring Big L, 2Pac, and Biggie back
You silly prat, 102 bars, deep, no milli chats
No milli chats, yeah?
This is G-H
War report, big up Logan Sama
I does this, I ain't gonna say much at the start
You know what? Just gonna let them hear what I gotta say, 'cause it's nothing I does this all fucking day long
[Verse]
Richard
I've got the juice like Bishop
You're not vicious, you're in a team full of fibbers
Boy Better Know, I be the boy with the better flow
The way I battle, I battle like I'm a swingers
From here to Plymouth
The streets love what The Movement delivers
Roll Deep are so weak
It's like comparing the ocean to rivers
Won't stop till I got money like Jigga's
I've shot brown, cocaine and ringers
And unlike Dylan, I won't change for figures
Chat shit and I'ma 'OK' the killers
Go spray your realers, I'll old-age beginners
If you was on my level like 6 years back
Why you no bigger than the kid's air max?
And yeah, you could teach a snake about snaking
Most of Roll Deep, you've hit their yats
Ask Karnage, the reason the DJ's half-hearted
You're a dark bastard
Hit his wife years in the past, gotta blast it
I don't lie I just spit bare facts, I'ma merk Will
Like Doogz, Lethal and Shark did
Leave his rask in a casket
I'm a artist, you're a carcass
You tell me who's harder to market
And yes, I'm sending for Will
But I still get beats from Target regardless
Come to the gardens, spar with the masters
I be like, "Nah, put the bars in the garbage"
See The Movement, were the last of the hardest
Will's got a loose tongue
Suck whose mum?
I'ma stick something sharp in this halfwit
In the grime scene some stars are retarded
They'd rather clash, I'd rather cash
But I won't have it, from a coke addict
Wiley you're older than go-go gadget
You won't blow faggot
You're oh-so damaged
Something like a vehicle in JoJo's garage
As for me? Nah, I ain't letting this bozo manage, you're so so tragic
Me and my niggas don't hold no baggage, I'm a solo savage
I ain't gonna lie, your eyes have seen loot
But you spend your advance before you recoup
Spend your advance on cars and jean-suits
Spend your advance on tarts, that seems loose
If I was your age, I wouldn't wanna war
I'd make sure my money last longer than 4 days
Make an investment
Labels used to have faith in your reference
Word up now, Willy won't turn up (He won't)
Even when he's getting paid for attendance
You'll regret putting my name in a sentence
Oh yeah, who you calling a coward?
I've seen you leave raves when I'm making an entrance
You know me my behaviour's horrendous
Put you in the trash like a baby of Brenda's
This clash ain't gonna make me remembered
I make tracks and they be tremendous
Who disagrees I'm much better lyrically
Check my wordplay, flow, and delivery
And you've been doin this since No Diggidy
Oh willy please, I'm what the whole city needs
I ain't gonna stop, I choke MCs like Slim did Papa Doc
2nd Phaze sounds like it took seven days
I don't rate you, it's better than your debut
But it's still featherweight
Mine for yours, I won't ever trade
Like to war? So let's set a date
The Movement are as tight as D-Block
We be a team you can't separate
All of your man are snakes, apart from Danny Weed
And Roach, you're fake like Ali G, it's jokes
All of your pain and agony's a hoax
You can never battle me, man'll squeeze the toast
You ain't in my category, heard you on Fly Boy
The best white boy? Devs will make Scratchy D the ghost
And in the whole scene you hassle me the most
And if it ain't casualty that will be my fault
I happily devote my time to this like I had a key of coke
How could you call Mercs your baby brother?
He's a badder man for you even though you're an older
10 years older than your baby mother
I'm a lady lover, but you gotta draw the line
When you was 10 she weren't even potty-trained
Will you're a fruit cake
How could you send for me, with a chorus written by 2Face?
Deep down, you wanna take part in this crusade
But soon you'll be wearing a toupee
And true say, your crew strayed
You wanna join ours but you're too old and too fake
Get my name out your mouth like a toothache
I take titles when I face rivals
It's my game, don't ever break my rules
Boy Better Know, you niggas ain't idols
Eyes wide open, I know you do more than blaze itals
Me? manna got more vision than eight eyeballs
Come through your hood, wave rifles
And leave your face on the sidewalk, why talk? (Why talk?)
I was kickin' back, locked into KISS and that
Heard some kitty cat called me the British Pac
Well if it's that, I'ma bring Big L, 2Pac, and Biggie back
You silly prat, 102 bars, deep, no milli chats
No milli chats, yeah?
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