Morgue Freestyle BBC Radio (Ft. Akala, Deadly R3al, Ghetts, Mic Righteous, Nolay, P Money & Stormzy)

[Verse 1: Stormzy]
Let's play cops and robbers
Break it down, full stops and commas
Got a clean heart but the cops stay on us
Random attack, I'm the Boston bomber
What? Snakes and fakes can't con us
Bleed em away so they can't take from us
Dice told me that it's my time
Now I text back like "cool cuz, thanks for that"
So now you wanna clash man and cuss man's mum like "what?"
Clash man and get man spun like "what?"
Lord of the mic, I'm the youngest boss
Go New York with the London bop like
Man can't chat to me though
Man are just cool, look, I'm actually cold
Grime or rap? Look, it has to be both
Gotta flash for my phone then it has to be dough
I don't wanna hear man talk 'bout pain
Don't wanna hear 'bout whips and chains
Told the public about that day
I told man turn up and man never came

[Verse 2: Deadly]
I be like, anyone testing my level, it's a wrap
Spit a bar and take away your momentum
Nuff man are saying that they're heavy when they're crap
Names I don't even have to mention
More time they think they're ready but they're twats
Lucky I got given a seven year sentence
Straps? You ain't got any, you're a twat
Stop spitting fiction bars and pay attention
'Cause I will come through, wham like Hogan
Spin man-
Come through, come through, wham like Hogan
Spin a man quick, no, I won't tell a man
I just come through, are you dumb?
Listen it caught me, @DeadlyStayFresh twitter, boom
Listen, yo, boom, yo
I will come through, wham like Hogan
Spin man quick, no DJ Logan
Strangle a man, batter and fold 'em
When I send for the slogan
R-R-R-R
If you didn't know back in the day, now you know them
All of the wicked man bars, I own them
20 over the- yo
I go on sick on a motty
Man are calling me V Rossi
169mph, can't see properly
Cameras don't even clock me
I ain't been riding from day, man don't knock me
Age 17 on a 125 down Hockley
Man are like "this can't be the first time you've ridden"
Sicker than a grandstand junkie
Second gear, 5000 revs
Seen the clutch and then pop it
10 o'clock wheelie, bring the revs up
As the bike comes down, end it with a stoppie
Or end-o quicker than your Ferrari Enzo
Not even feds can stop me
You send the eleven hundred CCs
I ain't getting caught by the bobbies