JME - Skepta v.s Devilman lyrics

[Round 1] [Devilman] Skepta, you look like you've got AIDs You look like you've got HIV You look like you've got Gonorrhea already Cos you s**ed out your mum's punani You look like you've got cancer So clashing me is not the answer So you're better of going back to the strip club Carry on being a lap dancer Yeah, you're not ready, you black Somalian, you're not ready Don't even open your mouth cuz Before you say something stupid and you get yourself buried Wow, you're not ready, you Bangladeshian, you're not steady You Ethiopian excuse of an emcee You better keep bullsh** in your belly Yeah, it's a 16 ting yeah [Skepta] Ok Yes man I'm bringing it because I knew he was alright Let's go Ok Skepta I'm not scared of D E velopment D E velopment ain't in the mafia Not a Tai Omi Ay Wong Sun carrier Devilman wouldn't even jump over the train barrier So how can he be a bad man When he pars with about 25 pricks If I get Texas chain saw ma**acre You will get Freddy Krueger part 6 And Final Destination part 3 Trust me i'll push your wig back This ain't a fair clash it's a mismatch U see what did to other MCs on my diss track How can I clash Devilman Devilman ain't on my level man After I murk Devilman Put him with the other 6 that's 7 man give me a medal man Devilman settle man you'll get eaten In a lyrical war I can't get beaten Cos my lyrics are colder than Sweden So Boy Better Know that it's gun season Don't think i'm wearing gloves for no reason k** Devilman and dump him in Neasden My name's Junior it's not Steven I'll make your jawside look uneven [Devilman] Wunseng Yo I'm like no other Try come clash me please don't bother Put Skepta on the ground and dig out his eyes And make him ball for his mother We don't like each other Only cuz I f**ed his baby mother That b**h was under the cover She said the s** was like no other {?} So I just leave a couple shots in your brother And make sure i empty the clip in his face just to make sure the little prick don't recover [Skepta] Yo Draw for the tool, go on then, go on then Think i'm a fool, go on then, go on then Draw for the mash, go on then, go on then Still wanna clash, go on then, go on then Go on then, waste man, see, shook, go on then I got more lyrics than I got go on then, go on then It's my black belt, go on then Yo Signed up to the gym cos I heard man is looking for me and my mates After i'm done with pumping the weights i'm gonna buy a stab-proof vest and put in the plates I got so many stars and stripes I might buy a new house in the states Every compliment my head inflates I roll deep but I don't wear skates And I don't like him, or his friend Don't make me have to bore his friend Go on then, bring around 2 of your friends I'll just bring around 3 of my friends But not no MC friends I'll bring around a couple unknown guys from my ends You hold mic, they hold leng, and the only spitting they do is phlegm So whadyou mean, whadyou mean you fool? Go on then, go on then, draw for the tool Think that you're hard but you're soft like wool Lick man in the jaw side with the stool I'm a real shower man but I still look cool Wear a gold chain and an ice style j**el Man couldn't chat to me cos i'm not Ja Rule Go on then rude boy, whadyou mean? Go on then [Devilman] Well Skepta [?] I never knew you s** arse You might as well f** a ducks arse You dont want me to draw for the ting and make a boy run fast I bust your head with a pint gla** {?} I heard you feel up mans when their in the bath Skepta made me laugh I brought him an ounce of skunk and he thought it was a 4 and a half [Skepta] See the level i'm on he wants to reach this Cuz when I touch mic i'm the deepest I'm the strongest, he's the weakest I'm on the A-list, you're still struggling to get up on the C-list Chop Devilman into pieces I'm a showerman, you're a penis And your whole crew stink like faeces Well now check the remix See the level on they wanna be on Cos i'm a star and I shine like neon Lyrically gun a man down like leon And he's battyboy So theres a lot of things we can't agree on You got a big tune put me on I'm on a showerman ting what's he on? Come to your house in a Ford Orion Draw for tool go on then Rawr let me spit Devilman big a lickle bit Cuz Devilmans trying to get big a lickle bit {?} [Devilman] Yo Skepta the chance of you beating me in this clash right now is reducing Im gonna make you wish you stopped to producing And your not even a good producer And your girl looks like medusa Basically no man even wanna do her When ever i see her i have to excuse her If you dont believe me ask bruiser {?} Basically no make up can change her Skepta your a prick your not major Draw for the {?} or the 12 gauge Sum lai wun {?} skeptas a battyman {?} Wun wun wun mai lung I said shame on Skepta Devilmans burning a flame on Skepta {?} I'll write my name on skepta Skeptas a battyman! {?} [Skepta] Yo anytime you see me wearing a glove Boy better know i got the gun in my boxers I dont wanna send Devilman to the doctors I just wanna win a MOBO and then go for the Oscars Theres only one ba**man So i gotta lick down any imposters I play the game like innocent fosters Can't take skepta Yo and its beef, shine the red beam on his teeth I just like to cause trouble and grief Devilman can't win lyrical beef Cuz he sh**ted in school and wipes his batty with a leaf Big skidmark on his cheek D.E.Velopment one big cheek Now he wants to come on Lord of the Mics telling people {?} You just tell tiomi hai wunsen lies Hope tiomi hai wunsen dies They can't even defeat me {?} Your lips tiomi hai wunsen dry You can't even defeat me {?} [Devilman] Come out the place before your heads get bit-off Like a car you will get writ off In half you will get split off I dont know where you been hearing that bullsh** off D.Evelopment busting off heads {?} From long range MC's get picked off I got a chip on my shoulder All i gotta do is let the clip off Yeah, that why you shouldn't run your lip off And you shouldn't buss guns if you can't fill the clip up {?} Dont last long in a gunfight, man a get sh** up {?} If you know where you live, doors get kicked off {?} [Skepta] Yo Thats why i sing all the songs i sung {?} When i buy a 4 and a half, put a crome on my tongue Wait for it to go numb Me and busstman we can never get stung Any funny business put the lead through his lung Can't school me about {?} I used to put 13 scores in my mouth, and start chopping up a half ounce with H Can't chat to meridian about weights Devilman wouldn't even know what to do with an eighth He brought an 8 ball on the 24th He still trying to move it on the 8th {?} He thought he was looking at the date of birth when i put my tunes on the scale When i get shook i start biting my nails But i never ever been an informer Never told tales I roll with 4 black males And the feds better lock us in separate jails Dizzy rascal should have phoned, my phone We regulate all the cla** they sell [Devilman] Yo This is the final I split skeptas head with a vinyl Or tell him to s** his girlfriends vaginal Or pistol whip his stepdad lionel Your just a little prick, boy i'll just box ya {?} Said your moving on D.E.velopment i get enough crops yeah Gonna let it sink in your headtop instantly like when somebody pops ya When i clash MC's i get other MC's pissed off like when a b**h drops ya Let me tell you something about skeptas girl yeah? She gone and set too many fires inside her uterus So she couldn't have kids no more Bet it was the stress on her internal organs They couldn't take the stress no more Im not impressed no more {?} [Skepta] Its not you its me Can't diss me or my family tree Get a shank in your chest with my front door key Box in your face with my back door key Draw for the leng k** an MC I got a black skii mask but i dont skii And if you diss Wiley or J.M.E I will come to your set like What sound boy, who is it? who is it? Everybody get sprayed Im a hitman but i dont get paid Two bullets in and a mans skin fades And leaving stains on his clothes like cherry ade Brand new duppies have to get made {?} explode like grenades If you wanna draw for the blade I will be like what Devilman Who is it? who is it? [Devilman] You dont want me to burn the flame on Turn insane on Thunder lightning and rain on If you want war its game on Heres you head, i will bust the window pane on Its not hard to explain Make sure you get cracked like c**aine Make a man cut you up like sugar cane I grow like a flower when it get rained on I bring the pain on You can never train on the ground that i train on You can never come around me with a chain on End up with your head buss and your chain gone Couldn't mess with me from day one I got a black line Now i got a grey one I play the game you dont wanna play don So its best you stay out of my way don [Skepta] Dont talk to me about karate I will come to your birthday party Slap anyone i see taking charlie On the beef like a soldier from the iraqi Im from the sludem army My names junior, but when i see them pub guys They try call me darky So i fight for my right like marcus garvey Wearing a glove, boy better know i got a gun in my boxers I dont wanna send devilman to the doctors I wanna win a MOVO and go for the Oscars Theres only one ba**man, so i gotta lick down any imposters I'll leave your head like innocent fosters {?} [Devilman] Skepta Your not immaculate Your not elegant You get messed up like your mums if she pregnant Yeah Your not regular You play division I play premier You prolly got lyrics But i got manier D.E.V i got fans in kenya If you want a CD man a got ten here Just a lickle bit of wun mai pun senya Cause i move to physical Lyrically critical Its just typical From far from dispicable Just like trainers my styles are lickable Like punani My styles are lickable When im on the radio i get transmittable When im in a female i get literal No bullsh**, yeah i mean literal [Skepta] Devilman draw for the shetty And the bullets dropping down like confetti But i won't bring a strap if the beef is petty Nah Devilman, i just draw for the shetty And i make his belly look like a bowl of spaghetti Leave his lip bust and his forehead sweaty I'll make him wish he never drawed the machete Go on Devilman you think your ready Go on then draw for the gatty I'll burn out your mouth like a salt fish patty Won't bring a strap if your just a little batty And the machete will leave his T shirt tatty And i will make his belly look like a bowl of basmati Leave him with a sweaty forehead like a fatty Still wants to be a hot head like ratty Go on then, draw for the gatty, go on then [Devilman] Yeah I will torture skepta like i play with toys Torture skepta like i play with toys Cover his mouth so it dont make noise And then go, make sure he is tied to the bed Cut his face and bring force to his head and i dread And see how much blood that he shed Because i know most of the blood comes from his head My favourite colours are purple and red So you might as well say skepta is dead {?} You will get a fung mai lung sun win sen if you dont show me where the bling is [Skepta] Yo Skepta Why you k**ing off Devilman for? Thats the word on the road I know two showerman in my postcode That will smoke two spliffs Go into devilish mode {?}