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SKEPTA, NOVELIST, CHIP, JAMMER, SHORTY, OGZ AND MORE RISKY ROADZ CYPHER
Side By Side (Instrumental) - YouTube

Novelist
Posting pics with a bottle in your hand like a bartender
Man don't want it with me on the mic, I’m a bar ender
One bang, will leave your whole arm tender
Please don't think we're boys or nothing, at Christmas I'm not the card sender
Bredren, I'll make you magenta, man?

I'm a bar bender
You Posting pics with a bottle in your hand like a bartender
Man don't want it with me on the mic, I’m a bar ender
One bang, will leave your whole arm tender
Please don't think we're boys or nothing, at Christmas I'm not the card sender
Bredren, I'll make you magenta, man?

Cuz
I'm the king, I'm lyrically mean
You want to clash me, 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
And I don't care if you go to the gym
You getting 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 that you're warring
Not gonna be me that you're boring
I'm gonna jack-a-man, take your rings
And all your bling, I’m a Lewisham king
Not a ting to draw the ting if you wanna swing
But if you get shocked, don't sing
Cuz it's not a long ting to do the wrong ting
Skepta
Yo, are you ready?
Right now, Risky Roadz two, shut the door for me please
Yo, we keeping it so real it's unbelievable
Got JME's gold- platinum, so we're keeping it real
Where is the tune?

Lighten off, I am a king
No trim, but I'm on a bad boy thing
Real nigerian, up for a swing
Roll with me, it's longer than a piece of string
Don't know who I'm gonna bring
Man from all kind of jail, last wing
I got a big family like Patel and Singh
I'll leave your arm in a sling

You got murked last week
Couldn't even get a rewind — that's peak (woop)
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 spiting off beat
Lord of the Mics, you was spitting that heat
But right now your bars ain't on fleek

Koder
Look, man want a lift, but
We ain’t goin’ in the same direction
Be careful when you take directions
Man don't want to give fake directions
Tryna make man change direction
I see man heading in a snake direction
Tryna tell me about market and clans
Rudeboy, I ain't go against fake directions

I was getting ate by hot girls
Back when I used to rock [ten pa non stells?]
Had an eight [palm matter like truck suit?]
I'll knock your for not tryna make block cells

Didn't really care about song sells
Got about [20 mans grassed in my msms?]
Scream name, we're free at the front of everyone's tack
Cuz everyone's gone jail

Look
I don't care who's time it is
I don't care what the climate is
Uh, I'm in it for the long haul like a cyclist
[Tore the?] broccoli, tell me you random [at prime time?]

Talk capital prime on it crime time
Time to see a G rhyme on it
K, G rhyme, Grime
Everyday I've got P's on my mind
Wake up like
Thank the lord on my lines

Shorty
Got no fans, got no fans
[Taken the whole beat and?] got no fans
Pissed off cuz the can't roll with mandem
Beat flows this [stop proning man i swear?]
Spread that l

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But I'm, like, shorty
And you're coping

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I’m on the pitch and they’re in the stands
Got no dreams, got no fans
Don't know why them manna don't like me
Pissed off cuz they ain't got no fans

Got no fans, got no fans
Pissed off cuz they ain't got no fans
Don't know why them manna don't like me
Pissed off cuz they ain't got no fans


Chip
Yo, look

Give me more, give me more
8 bars, 16 or 24
Pull up in the dance, get a reload fam
With a 16, I wrote a 16 at 24
When I spit this bar in my 30s
Wanna understand you can't murk me
And your little sly digs don't hurt me
Kuz, listen, I'm a big man but I'm not 30
Man know the scene, man know I'm from it
Man just gassed, man don't want it
Man know Chipmunk, man know I'm froggy
Mic in my right hand, man don't want it
So listen, I'm a cool lad, I'm not bad
But when I put my pen to my pad, it's like a gat
Anytime I bust a rhyme, I make it clap
Look how I'm moving it forward, bringing it back
Cut the beat out, fuck that, bring it back
Listen we can get a set vibe live on the track
Think I care for gut you wear?
[Man, you can't buy swag — it's a swag?]

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Jammer
We got all the people that are doing well in the scene
When I go to bed at night, I pray for everyone to do well
Yeah, I pray for everyone to do well, because if they don't do well — it's not gonna help us

This is 100% school of grime
You get me, you know what it is

You can't come against I
We still fly like birds in the sky
Me and D Double been causing troubles since
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Man I'm livin' in a future, I'm in a sci-fi
Man I got bars more than a wi-fi
How come man can't come against I?
If you're red top then can't sound like a tied eye, cuz

Cuz manna coming from the old school
Man...
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Big Zuu
Saying i've got barz that can make man stutter
Mandem talking shit, untill I put hole-in-one, no pu-uh, uh
Mind your business, till I end up like shutters
Man, I'm right here with peng tings, your own wifin’ a ting, that’s butters
I already said that I'm wavy, man-o-man, move through way like ratters

Yeah, I speak boy [muse?] when I capitalize
I'm due to blow in this thing like I radicalize
I said it's Big Zuu, yeah, manna animalize
And if you look me in the face, I've got the animal eyes

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Choke on a riddim and die

[…]

These MCs are cannibalize

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I'm bored of these fake-ass grime mcs who talk like they catching multiple bodies
You’re just stuck in the past like GTA San Andreas [and noddy and blobby?]
If I put man in a radio lobby
Living my life fam this is my hobby
You know when I get punched up and left [?]

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Shizz
[?] everyone, you get me, listen

When I step into the dance
Hope that everything's blessed
[When i come to the man and told him a secret?]
Not once in my life a have ever been checked
Hungry like i never been fed

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P Money
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Anything goes where I go bro
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Blacks
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Slick Man Party
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