Skepta - Muay Thai Kick To Face lyrics

[Intro: Solo 45] P-p-p-p-p-pow pow pow Mu-Muay Th-Th-Th-Ththai kick to face! Mu-Muay Thai kick to face! Muay Thai! Forget the guns, forget the knives I'm deading him straight! Muay Thai kick to face! I'll muller them I'll muller them I'll muller theeeem! [Verse 1: Solo 45] Muay thai fighters, BJJ, MMA fighters Boy Better Know Boy boy better know Boy boy boy boy boy better know! Final stage! Sweeeeping! Elbow! Kick, punch, elbow! Elbow. Elbow! [Verse 2: Jme] You can't tell me jack Man could never be wack 'Cos I've never had a sidewinder tape pack Now I'm the bad man on the track 'Cos I never had a studio back in the day Now I pick up the mic and spray 'Cos I never had enough on my brain to say The sh** that I say today? I've never had a thought in my mind that's weak Come against me that's peak 'Cos I never had a leng when I rolled on the streets But I'll leng man down on the beat 'Cos I never had a care for any man's feelings f** all your back street dealings! 'Cos I never had a penny in my pocket at start But I'm here now - so do the math rude boy [Hook] We run this x8 [Verse 3: Jammer] I run the game I don't walk the track I run the ball like a quarterback If I sell a man a draw but he don't like my weed, believe me. He can't bring the quarterback! I don't like the thought of that When i'm in the club I don't roll the stack When i'm in the club I pull dem out Champagne, Grey Goose, Jack Daniels at my table, man has got all of that I don't wanna know where Jon Artelli is, I just wanna know where broaders at After the dance go back to the yard, the mandem better not call the flat And I'll end to all of that Man try and violate Boy Better Know then Boy Better Know where the borders at [Verse 4: Skepta] When I was younger I had the ladies ga**ed More time I was dressed in black Thinsulate hat, so like Justin Timberlake I brought s**y back But I don't wanna get caught in the trap It's no biggie, I got 2 packs I'mma put it on, and like Santa Claus I won't stop til' I empty the sack My crew know that I back them anytime I get the toys out when it's playtime And if my 02's off tell man ring me on my BBK line Til' then i'll be sittin' in my house with a big spliff watching Babestation daytime Boy Better Know that's the family tree so f** what they sayin' on the grape vine [Hook] [Verse 5: Frisco] How should I start this, lemme just get straight down to the point Mana go on road like the mafia When I no mo' see ya man dem are moist And I no mo' see ya man when ya shook, when it goes off none of them are making noise Nuff of them are running up and down with the loose chat that's solely 'cos they're taking roids Now man thinks that he's E man so it's not grappling ting when I see man Bullets will tear through skin All that muscle ain't botherin' me fam Kitchen, chefin', stretching out the ting like a rubber band I can defend my corner, worse way tump in the face - clubbalang! [Verse 6: Shorty] Who's runnin' it like us? No one here get on your bike cuz Look at the way we flow, righteous Everything gold, we got the Midas touch We got the bide's f** Lately sick in the mindframe Don't care 'bout you forget the mindgames Everywhere I go you know my name Can't keep up get out of my lane You just not moeshy enough See me in the dance I'm holdin' the cup By the end of the night might roll with a s*ut I love my team to the d**h anybody fall down I'm holdin' 'em up Go with the big dargs, you roll with the pups Moesh, I got the flow with my guts [Hook]