96 Bars of Revenge

JME on production

North London Music

Cash Motto in the building, Paw Gang

A whole 96

Fuck anybody cosigning anyone that's going at me

'Cause I didn't start on no one, bare MC's coming at me

Six MC's on just me, man wanna under attack me

But I don't need no one to back me

I've got my pen, it's still handy

He mentioned Pizza Boy, I still don't understand why he did it

'Cause he don't want lyrics for lyrics

Deep down, he's more Wifey Riddim

He knows me, could've phoned me

But money make man think they're boasy

But seeing as everyone's changed

Now I'll pepper your clart, you don't know me

I look around, where's the love gone?

Like how you cosigning man

Disrespecting the ends you once picked me up from?

You don't do them tings where I come from

Riot on mic, got Tottenham in me

Dark nights 'round here like Gotham City, oi

Tweet when you're coming, if you're bad, fam

Pree'd it, he ain't Bane or Batman

How the fuck has he got more for gram than me this year?

I opened up the scene this year

Gave birth to this idiot, breh, can everyone see this here?

What an idiot, yeah

Say what I'm saying ain't true

Some of your best newcomers ain't new

So if you're gonna nominate Yungen

Big up, but nominate Sneakbo, too

I'm Cash Motto, but I'm playing dirty

Cah too many, man, wanna try and murk me

They can out-shoot me, they out-stab me

But mum's life, they can't out-verse me

If I named you, I rate you, I weren't dissing you

'Cause I know how the internet works

Diss, get three in a week from this nerd

Then let me give you that internet work

Man wanna pepper me for five months

Please understand, in one, I'll ruin him

In my section doing slewing him, dubs

Get bored, put a few in him, crud

I do T, not milk in mugs

I got bars, what you saying then, cuz?

You're screaming 0161

But for your city, you ain't doing too much

Geko, Captain, soon link up

Let's do a cypher and have a drink up

Man wanna ride off the 0161 ting

But share the shine with no one

Talk the ting some more

Are you signed to Grimey Limey or

Is iTunes lying to me or?

One time for Charlie, I'll slew Grimey Limey's whore

Don't know what you take man for

Pepper man till they can't take no more

Where's the guy that made Oopsy Daisy?

Not here right now, you can get some more

Back to Patrick, yeah, mad ting

I can't lie, can't stand him

It's coming closer, I planned it

Woke me up, gotta thank him

About what have I done for the scene?

When I was on tour, I brang him

He came to mine for dinner before his Fire in the Booth

And you wonder why I can't stand him?

I be writing a lot

'Cause I haven't been writing enough

And if I hear any funny things

On your mixtape coming, I'll be lighting you up

Swear down, don't try it again

Want me to stop? Link me or find your pen

Because I got bars for your high horse

I don't give to fucks if you know Ralph Lauren

I dissed your Fire in the Booth

'Cause you took shots at all the underground ****

And now you wanna do a mixtape with who?

All the underground ****

Funny how things turn out

It's funny how things turn 'round

Stick to Jess Glynne, don't look back

Or you'll see me when you turn 'round

Let your management let you manage this

'Cause we go back before management

I'm only keeping it raw

I'll be pissed if I died and my fans don't know how I feel

Going mad tryna hold this stuff in

Grab the pen, let him have it, fuck it

Grade, Henney, psh, buzzing

Burning bridges, bopping on them barefoot

I'm used to fire, it's nothing

Fuck radio then, fuck radio now

'Cause man got the net buzzing

But they act like they can't see nothing

It's nothing

I'ma keep on coming and coming and coming and coming

Segway ting when I spun him

Thought he was a villain, oh no

Hat-Trick hero done him

I don't even need the full 96 bars, what's the wheel up bar?

Let me go, ay

I know you man just might run out of-

Miss me with the politics, I ain't no politician

But he ain't no fucking Best Grime Act, kiss my ass, blud