Breakdown - Steel Banglez, Ghetts, Wiley

Breakdown

Steel Banglez

Presents

Breakdown

I know what you really is

Everyone wants to be the greaziest

You might think that them man are hard

But over 'ere we don’t agree with it (nah)

You got a strap?

Sleep with it, cos I’ll raise up the skeng

And make sure you don’t wake up again

And let a nigga know who the real reaper is (me)

If I want you dead, then you will be

I ain’t afraid to get dirt on my hands

That’s why they’re absolutely filthy

I’ll leave a nigga in the Thames

Floating down the embankment up to Tilbury

Whoever you are you still bleed

Run up on man, hold the gun up and bang (bang!)

Lick down everyting

Coffin, grave, skeleton

Yeah, in that order and I know I do music, gang

But please don’t let that fool ya

Yeah, I’m quick with words

But when it comes down to it, I’m not a talker

I got a temper, short, an apaller

You ain’t real, you’re a fraudster

Act hard but you ain’t never had arms (what's that like?)

Bodywarmer, I got a cold heart and a hot head

But when I get mad it makes my body warmer

I cross the line, you man are in a border

Why step in the ring?

When I’m better than him?

Can’t you see he’s never gonna win?

Fam, you need to train in the gym

Why step in the ring?

When I’m better than him?

Can’t you see you’re never gonna win?

I won’t fight, I will draw for the ting

Eskiboy

I wanna see my name live when I’m gone

I’m gonna write it, put it in a song

All the real fans, get busy

It’s been a while but I’m back, it’s a rizzie

I’m a mic man, if I get dangerous

I’ll start acting like I ain’t famous

Tell a man don’t try and get in my way

'Cos I will put 'em all down, got big lyrics in containers

Yeah, my name’s Eski

I was a young boy living by a vestry

I know the mind of a king ain’t empty

Thank the Lord, I know that he blessed me

My time’s nearer, I see clearer, my ex calls me but I can’t hear her

Tell a whole fam don’t get on my nerves when I’m at work

I got moves to make sure I am a key bearer

That’s what I wanna hear when I walk through

Tried to chat shit but I caught you

I’m Wiley, I won’t have a bar of it

Had a flow but I made a star of it

You ain’t ready when I light up central

Run up on a dance, start going on mental

This dibby dibby soundboy is meant to know that he can’t fuck around with a

general

I’m Grime lord with a black and white sword

I swipe the mic quick when I stack up my thoughts

Tell your team better back up your force

Make life a tree and leave, pause

Come out the place, you’re too scared to run out the race

That’s why I’m a soldier

I run rings around youngers and olders

I got the UK sitting on my shoulders

Why step in the ring?

When I’m better than him?

Can’t you see he’s never gonna win?

Fam, you need to train in the gym

Why step in the ring?

When I’m better than him?

Can’t you see you’re never gonna win?

I won’t fight, I will draw for the ting

(Big H, Breakdown)

You don’t stand a chance, you don’t stand a chance

Won’t ever see me sing and dance

Can’t talk to me, I was big in France

Big in Italy, big in Spain,

Big in Sweden, big in the game

Big international, big gold chain

H corporation, here we go again

Big up North, I was big in Notts

I don’t wanna talk 'bout the cats and shots

I don’t wanna talk 'bout the cats and cops

They were like, «H, bring me a box»

I get sick sometimes, pull out the strap, commit two crimes

Go to the studio, spit two rhymes

H, UK streets are mines

Look at the stuff they’re selling

Don’t ask me 'cos I’m not telling

Man wanna ask how much I’m getting

Been a few funerals, never been a wedding

Out to the MCs that all died

I feel bad but I never cried, I feel bad but I never lied

Best MC but I never tried

How can he last one round?

Punch in the face, you will drop to the ground

Imagine me get clowned?

Look, I don’t wanna hear one sound

What are they holding?

That’s not weight

Can’t see H, tell them wait

New CD out, the new mixtape

Please don’t talk if you’re gonna hate

Breakdown

Why step in the ring?

When I’m better than him?

Can’t you see he’s never gonna win?

Fam, you need to train in the gym

Why step in the ring?

When I’m better than him?

Can’t you see you’re never gonna win?

I won’t fight, I will draw for the ting

(P, Breakdown)

Are you really the gunman sort?

No

I’m not scared of the gunman talk, bro

Come to my yard with a strap in my car

I’ll be the first person to make a gunman walk home

Say it so clear, man think I talk slow

Had a black one, wish I could’ve bought chrome

Said I wanna bring these, my supplier said «Why this?»

Cos it’s like Roy Keane and Paul Scholes

Tiptronic like Skepta’s car

You can manually man-handle the speed

Or flip the button on the side that says «Auto»

Aim off point and still hit a torso

Me and beef are a crazy relationship

Worse than the ones you’ll see in any talk show

Fuck these MCs, this scene’s full of more pricks and pussyholes than a porno

(Yo) This one’s gonna end tragic

It’s all peakish when I grab it

A wave of the black wand will turn you into a rabbit

Hopping around as you panic

Party popper, everybody better scatter when I bang it,

Gun bucks will send your jaw into the attic

If you’re still standing stiff, a nasty gauge will send a man to a next planet

Said I won’t have it, no sympathy

Man should’ve believed me when I said that I had it

Put you in a box without any magic

No alakazam, just blam you faggot

I’m knowing for causing rackets with a racquet

Shells will put a few holes in your jacket

I’ll make you vanish

There’s gonna be a sick round of applause when I start to clap it

Breakdown

Why step in the ring?

When I’m better than him?

Can’t you see he’s never gonna win?

Fam, you need to train in the gym

Why step in the ring?

When I’m better than him?

Can’t you see you’re never gonna win?

I won’t fight, I will draw for the ting

Breakdown