Bossman Birdie - SB.TV Warm Up Session lyrics

[Intro:] Yeah, Bossman What you saying? Quick warm up, SBTV, Bloodline [Verse 1:] Lace my boots, prepare for war Got my shield, got my sword Sending MCs straight to the morgue These MCs ain't prepared to war These MCs should prepare to fail Got my shield, got my shells Sending MCs straight to hell Bloodline's back, now they can't sell [Verse 2:] I'm so peak, white collar crime but I do not preach Feds try stop me, ask for my deets Don't do fraud so I did not speak I do music, I make beats Said they see my face on the roads Said you must mean pranging out with Mike Skinner from The Streets Bossman's deep Then he looked like he'd seen a ghost, said you must remember me from Duppy I am the reason nuff man are ghosts My flow been the wickedest since "Duppy" My flow been the wickedest since Genesis - Bible or Sega This grime thing is our premises, make MCs meet their saviour [Verse 3:] You ain't a badboy, you ain't gotta say it twice Even the badboys in your crew ain't badboys, just badboy for the mic I'm a badboy like Iron Mike I'm a Boss so I don't fight I leave that to Dan, load up the youngers, make them roll with the iron pipe I'm doing alright, you ain't gotta follow me @BossmanBirdie, follow me I'm in the royal family of grime, Bloodline, that's the new monarchy Nah, we don't take no apologies These MCs should honour me Cuz, I told them we run the roads, you can call it Bloodline Monopoly [Verse 4:] Yeah, I was an A Cla** pupil Sold A-Cla** to the pupils And if you look deep in my iris You'll see money in my pupils You'll see money in my Bloodline You might see Major Paper I was a Dan with H, but now I want President Paper I don't know much about them man, but I know a lot about us He said he was a skengman, but couldn't tell me when his gun bust Couldn't tell me what he did, couldn't tell me when he rolled And just cause you come from the hood, don't mean you come from the roads [Verse 5:] I don't deal herb I direct the shots like Spielberg My grubb moves they got still work And that's why they still work I always got the metal on me You might think my profession is steel work I got sick bars, I spray ill verse after ill verse Just call me Bossman I don't do laundry, but I wash grands Told them violate the set I smoke teams like Rothmans Cause, I was a lost child Until I read books on Rothschild Can't wait until the the papers cray They don't want to see me go buckwild