LyricsSampling an old Wiley clash from 2001, from which the song title originates, “Lyrics” is an ode to the UK grime scene of diss tracks, war dubs and clashing culture.

Skeppy, who rose to prominence when… Read More [Intro: Wiley & Bushkin]

Come off the stage! Move!

They don't want to hear you! They don't want to hear you!

What, is that what you think? Is that what you think?

Oi blud, calm, calm, calm

Lyrics for lyrics, calm

[Chorus: Skepta]

Yeah, hear me on the radio, wah gwan?

See me on the TV, hi mum

Murk MCs when the mic's in my palm

Lyrics for lyrics, calm

Hear me on the radio, wah gwan?

See me on the TV, hi mum

Murk MCs when the mic's in my palm

Lyrics for lyrics, calm

[Verse 1: Skepta]

Yeah, you got murked last week

Couldn't even get a rewind, that's peak

Couldn't get out your punchlines on time

Now you wanna diss me? Oh blud, what a chief

Sidewinder, you got air on the roads

Eskimo Dance, you was spitting off-beat

Lord of the Mics, you was spitting that heat

But right now, your bars ain't on fleek

You don't wanna clash me, you will get murked

Bury MCs six feet in the dirt

I know you saw the police outside

You saw the blood on Devilman's shirt

Got rude, that didn't work

And your girl looks like she don't work

Mental

Man wouldn't beat that even if I was burst

[Chorus: Skepta]

Yeah, hear me on the radio, wah gwan?

See me on the TV, hi mum

Murk MCs when the mic's in my palm

Lyrics for lyrics, calm

Hear me on the radio, wah gwan?

See me on the TV, hi mum

Murk MCs when the mic's in my palm

Lyrics for lyrics, calm

[Verse 2: Skepta]

Them man are fake, them man are sus

I'm the boss these pagans wanna touch

I'm the kind of boss that the opps gotta rush

Cause I make it ring something like bells on the bus

1 on 1, fair and square, man are fucked

Swinging out my sword, swinging out my nunchuks

Running out of corn? Man'll get a gun buck

Tell a pussyhole look sharp, fix up

Where you from? Huh, what's wrong?

What's going on? Why you got your screwface on?

Dead that, forget that

Diss track? Nobody wanna hear that song

Better get your thinking hats on

You don't wanna diss me, that's long

Cause I'm a don, lyrically gone

You want to clash but you're gonna get banged on

[Chorus: Skepta]

Yeah, hear me on the radio, wah gwan?

See me on the TV, hi mum

Murk MCs when the mic's in my palm

Lyrics for lyrics, calm

Hear me on the radio, wah gwan?

See me on the TV, hi mum

Murk MCs when the mic's in my palm

Lyrics for lyrics, calm

[Verse 3: Novelist]

Yo, I'm a king, lyrically ming

You want to clash but you're gonna get tucked in

Drew for the buck ting when I bucked him

And in the jawside's right where I bucked him

Don't really care if you go to gym

Get put down by the lead like drawing

To kick your door in, anybody snoring

When I bore in's gonna get a full face

Full of piss you're in, deep shit you're in

N-O-V-D-D-D that you're warring

Not gonna be me that you're boring

I'm gonna jack manaman, take your rings

And all of your bling, Lewisham king

It's not a ting to draw the ting if you wanna swing

But if you get jooked, don't sing

Not a long ting to do the hype ting

[Chorus: Skepta]

Yeah, hear me on the radio, wah gwan?

See me on the TV, hi mum

Murk MCs when the mic's in my palm

Lyrics for lyrics, calm

Hear me on the radio, wah gwan?

See me on the TV, hi mum

Murk MCs when the mic's in my palm

Lyrics for lyrics, calm