So Large - Tipex lyrics

[Hook] Bull in a china shop, live in effect Why did he stop mixing funky on the decks? Bull in a china shop, live in effect Line 'em up and light 'em up on every set p**y, 'bout me running out of breath But all your friends come like I'm running out of head I'm still live in effect Took shots, none of them fly through my vest [Verse 1] I've just got one question to ask If Ghetts told him come Eski Dance Would he leave his wife at the altar? Go Primark and buy some new garms? He'd pay for the petrol and drive the car Wouldn't even get a drink from the rider Listen, I don't know what made this boy start I'll slap him, man, snap his Oyster card UK's Flava Flav turned into a grime man And now you wanna talk 'bout hypeman You bend over and ride man Looking like 2-0 right now On the real, define hypeman I jump on the stage [Excerpt from So Large spitting over "Esco's Spirit" at Eskimo Dance and getting a wheel-up] [Verse 2] Can't you see this boy loves fame? Trap bars using his government name Can't see clear, must have the sun in his face Either that, or Kwam must've come in his face Ayo, I wake up, make new dough, you don't Go [?], buy clothes and you don't Ga**ed cuh you got £60 for a show Might as well use your hands for a bro Your tunes are 99p, so? I'd rather buy a bottle of Super Malt Heads, shoulders, knees and toes There's nowhere that this shank won't go Tryna use my name 'fore I come up Nah, that won't work, that will get you bu*t up Caught you on Rinse FM, you done a runner Got booked in a bar for half of a oner Now you think you're some baller like Stunna Rapping three years, no one didn't know ya Now you're some grime scene floater You're just Spooky's host and chauffeur I never see your name on the poster Me v. you is like ragga v. soca Merky crew tries to look like salsa Made [?] for what MC to go for Thought his ting was on pop-pop-pop-po But it jammed and the p**y got licked over Nappy dreads all over the roads, rah Now I'm in the grime scene feeling like Omar Jammz smashed him He couldn't finish his pigs in a blanket He jumped in the [?] and crashed him Ask him, is he dead? Like [?] His dreads only ting dirtee stanking Can't get a call back from Raskit Look now, look now Now I've gotta put another cap in Capo Piere shotgun ran out of ammo Now I've gotta put another cap in Capo Piere shotgun ran out of ammo I sell crack, lemon and ammo I don't wanna look like Capo My young boy got that rambo Run that through your Topman co All of my lemon is crack I don't wanna look like Caps Dem boys look like tramps And mi cyan't look like that Radio 1, the farrda dere Can't hear? You must have the hardest ears Do I have to draw my Russian hardwear And lick down this koala bear? Radio 1, the farrda dere Can't hear? You must have the hardest ears Do I have to draw my Russian hardwear And lick down this koala bear? To all you neeks getting inner on Twitter You get one bomb, s** your mudda Answer this one little question for me Who will buss white like me? You can get wheeled up four times like me Who goes on the set and goes blind like me? No guy, none of dem Never ready 500 Grams is light When I drop something heavy, what then? 500 Grams is light and it's better than all your EPs If you're ready, come And Merky, you little smelly rasta man You need to back up and fall back Piss on your Family Tree