Swords In The Dirt - Roots Manuva, Skeme, Niara Scarlett

Lungs ah filly

Manuva get milly

Blacked out, coming like a black sport billy

Venture plan, see me with my DV cam

Film my low tech movie on mothers who push prams

To smuggle grams to get grands to feed their babies

Skid valley death traps get more crazy

I’m coolin in my yard now I drinks my Bailey’s

We love rap, ghetto fuel, feeding the poor

Keep them grubalicious gavvers from knocking ya door

It’s x amount of do’s to diss, we stay dat

Swords in the dirt, sonny, show your respect

My escapades left your fucking shit splayed

In or lay lay

Outta town but not Hyde

And hundred keys in the dirt and still rising

Big five pop off style and go town in some shiny black loafers

For raving down

Yeah yo

Weekend reach, we spend cash in them wine bars, bashment raves and sound clashes

None of y’all fools dun know where to find me since I buss up the spot and dust

the mid nineties

Sword in the mud, still I go on foul

Still sword in the dirt, still poppin' off work

Dat

Monster guy, king killer eye

Eight hands and eight pies, da octapie

Yo

Rodney P ah wah they put me in the mix

Yo, you’ve yet to see the best of 'P'

You believe I smoke too much weed?

It’s guaranteed

I’m a twist trees 'til my eye dem bleed

An' I believe sex is good on Es but that me

The truth will set you free, we nah lie

True I use my third eye, calm and free eye

Jah know

And imma live big

And send requests to my girl cos my girl is my rib

Ya know the flex, ya know the plan

Got my sword in the dirt and my spliff in my hand

And it’s big tings a gwarn to my MC gang

Riddim killa for the girls and the ganja man

Swords in the dirt

The whole truth hurts

Our posse and crew stand strong and do the worse

Swords in the dirt

The cold truth burns

Whole posse and crew stand strong and do the worse

Dr. Evil BLAH inya bludclart

Adda real up in a face of a seven worse ting

We live long and never prosperin'

Always regrettin' it

We can’t na fadar folloh

Fashion, you flash bare foolery, coonery

Even your white boy decoys is niggas now

Keep it bloodklart, I’m at home chillin'

Sword inna mud?

Smack you inna head copper beg your pardon

Hardened fumes tell you gammas nuttin'

We magnetic son ultra

North and south polar

Whole lotta minutes soldier

I told you come boulder

Or get flat

My acid tune is rude and jet black

This is P man

Superheavyweight spangle with the tea man

Top shotta south east man

Streets man

You know I push that work

Hurt anything that’s tryna invade my turf

Imma braveheart

Stickin' my sword in the dirt

I take part

Tings in the boot of the Merc'

Open dat

Push da strap under my shirt

Cos if I have to, I blast you of the face of the earth

And right about now

This is rap revolution

They can try to fight down

But P’s the solution

The world is mine

Frontline kingpin

Keepin' it live for south east 1 5

Right now the Skeme

I got my sword in the dirt on SE8 frontlines

Arms I shot are cyphers

Fire blaze rounds

When I bless wax, ag

Battle rap crimes

All chichi mon fiyah bun one time

I’m a sword swingin' general from your dirty south

Like puffin cable tongue you get super mow

Skeme’s about

Two thousand horror of rap

With the sword in the dirt while I’m stabbing the track

Fassy’s don’t like what us warriors built

But I’m holding down my space with a lancer shield

Black knights of this rap ting, ya skin get peeled

And if I don’t have my sword then the nine’s the deal

And that’s the real

Don’t you got me on a long ting no

They tried to diss but they can’t stop this flow

Swords in the dirt

The whole truth hurts

Posse and crew stand strong and do the worse

The cold truth burns

Our posse and crew stand strong and do the worse