[Verse 1]
It's all D double P
In this one I sound like D Double E
I grew up listening to Newham Generals
I know all the lyrics from D Double E
Bu-du-bu-bu yeah that D Double E
Even though I listened to D Double E not once did I sound like D Double E
So I don't get why these MC's listening to me blatantly sound like me
I heard the tune like "who?"
I could have sworn I heard me
I heard the name like "who?"
That guy sounds like me
I think man wanna be like P
Cah they cattin' off a man like who?
Yeah they cattin' off a man like me
One man soldier that's who?
Plus OG's that's me
Winning that clash that's who?
Winning that clash that's - mad
You think you're big cus of who?
But it's cus you sound like me
One lyric I will body your team
You can't be messing with a man like me
One man soldier that's who?
Plus OG's that's me
Winning that clash that's who?
Winning that clash that's - mad
You think you're big cus of who?
But it's cus you sound like me
One lyric I will body your team
You can't be messing with a man like me
They say they got guns and now this and that's gonna happen
Why them boys' lyrics smelling like salmon
You think you're big cus you're hopping on my boat
You'll be hopping on over the board like it's backgammon
I'm on testing them all they're all getting examined
You're not eating like me your career's full of famine
Carry on thinking I'll have it
Know what time it is when I'm sat-naving
Black tracking and backpacking the macs clapping
They be back chatting I'm name tagging and black bagging
All these rap rappers are rap rapping and crap chatting
Won't be the paparazzi doing the pap-papping
Nobody needs to know what's happened any rats ratting I'm back tracking and rat trapping
Giving them the shock of their life they'll be zig-zagging
Soon as I start zap-zapping every man chatting I'm sick of the back stabbing
See my backpacking I'm bringing the black mac in
I got the mac bagging you're hearing the rat-tatting
Everybody back chatting I'm straight black bagging
Any back chatting I'm bringing the black mac in bare bullets zig-zagging and making a mad pattern
You got your dad backing
It's a dad-knapping
Everybody run around like "what happened?"
A bad madman
No, that's my other lyric
Show em I can shut em down with another lyric
You thought I was gonna repeat the whole bar from the sore throat freestyle, no, it's another lyric
Reloads galore when I smother lyrics them girls there he's talking mother lyrics
They wanna test the Eski I got bigger balls than a 4x4 when I Humma lyric
Mad, 4x4 when I Humma lyric
Man said he's gonna beat me in a clash, why d'you lie?
Is that a summer lyric?
Mad, July, summer lyric
I'm done I ain't spitting another lyric
I ain't even trying imagine my other lyrics
[Verse 2]
Lowe it
Really bro you should lowe it
Every time I hear anything from you my first reaction is lowe it
I'm sorry for the man that say lowe it
But I don't say lowe it
Let on to the lowe it
But man like you get so shocked the only thing you can say it lowe it
Lowe it, I don't say lowe it cus it won't get lowed
I brought my dogs and I brought them muzzles
So when they bark off it won't be loud
When it's that deep nobody gets lowed
And on top of that nobody gets lowed
Keep saying lowe it like you're gonna get lowed
You can earn slaps for thinking it's
For thinking it's
For thinking it's lowed
Take of the muzzle now everything's loud
Rat tat tat ta lowe it it's lowed
O-M-Jesus lowe it it's lowed
Everybody in here's thinking loud
On top of that they're thinking loud
Twenty-four bars will show you you won't get lowed just cus you said lowe it loud
P, let me say that again motherfucker I'm P
Dare you wanna clash me
A man showed me the tweet I said "let's talk P"
Jammer, let's talk P
But when it turned to the beef they be like "no P, wait, let's talk P"
About they wanna smoke me bruddas wanna smoke me?
Hang on, smoke me?
I play defensive midfield when I hold up a team
I hold up a team
Hit em when the car's moving d'you hear that beep?
That continuous beep
But when I bury MC's they be saying I'm deep
Nah blud he's deep
Motherfucker I'm P, motherfucker I'm P
Asking questions tryna get to know me
Blud, you don't wanna know me
When it's beef I'll wrap em wrap em wrap em wrap em up like a roti
Stand up when you're tryna get cosy
Don't think you're Rick Ross cus of your goatee
End up with a broke jaw and a nosebleed
Now let me see you try and be nosy
And don't tell me 'bout grime even though I'm twenty-five
I did grime on the daily way before any website made my posty
Mad, damn right I'm an OG
Can't ramp with me manna got more sticks that a fully grown oak tree
Mad, in my eyes you're a goalie
A pole to your left and a pole to your right and a pole in your head equals goalie
Mad, what, you don't know me
Talking shit like you don't go church, blow
But now you all look holy
What, you don't bother me
But you talking shit might bother me
I keep telling all these MC's not to concern me with stuff that don't bother me
Tweeting stuff cus you know I ain't following
Till someone snakes you and hollas me
I'll put so many zeros in your figure you'll be looking like a jackpot for the lottery
And if I die my guys will honour me
Cus the way they'll draw so many stars you'd think they were studying astronomy
They just want an apology, no, I lied, sorry, my apologies
I specialise in mockery, but I'll send serious gas to your property
And they'll be armed with a spatula
No, I'm joking, they're gonna be equipped with something big, similar to the shape of Africa
It's mad, I ain't pulling your leg or having you
But the teeth in this weapon, probably draw more blood than Dracula
[Verse 3]
My life feels so good I be giving my girl the good wood when I get in that tree something
It's all tits up when a young dude a B button
That's a bra blood, go back to the three something
That's a bar blood, d'you wanna hear something
I got a notion of words d'you wanna see something
I ain't talking 'bout GCSE's when I say if you wanna test me I gotta see something
On my A game a clash wouldn't be nothing
You can't follow on approach me, I'll grab your goatee
Lord of the mics, I might eat mutton
Think I care for an MC that's me mugging I'll take your pride that's what I call a mean mugging
Duty calls I'll be on the ball going mad flicking the shank it's not a game
Even though its sounds like I've got a pad in my hand banging the B button
Or the analogue whatever your prefer when you battle don
Veteran style I don't need nothing I'm on poking but you won't see me bluffing
Me scared cus you're here I'll explore and remove everybody here wanna alopecia something
Hair, alopecia something
I'm blacked out like daff quacking with the birds but you know that it weren't me ducking
Do the work if you wanna be something A* even though I didn't wanna be nothing blud
I'm out of this world I don't bleed nothing
Something's under the coat thugs with the chrome going nuts on your boat tryna alan key something
You getting signed don't mean nothing
You ain't on bigger shit than Lee's cousin
Send out to Blizden and Lee's cousin
They have the right mind
Serious right guys on a lord of the mics five five number six is gonna be a drive-by pull up on Big H, bye guys
Got a punch that promotes Kano's old singles, I'll be a version of 'Nite Nite'
Come in the van with twenty man I'll pull out the pull out the splash em
Damage your van on the hype hype everybody's saying it's my time
Last four years I was touring the world with no album
Couldn't fly with me if you was a falcon
I asked about them no one knows about them
Imagine there'll be crowds of thousands
They say they all got shows they're all lying about them
I checked the flyers I checked all the tweets and not one of them festivals announced them
I bet they got bars and dubs
They don't get booked in the bars and clubs they get barred from clubs
That's the only way these MC's relate to bars and clubs
When it comes to shows P Money's laughing blood
Front up primary go and ask him blud
Who's your agent let me ask him blud
Shut up, stop lying, I ain't asking much, it's all D double P
What d'you know about being in the ends twenty-four of your friends
One of your rich will snake you in the end now you're on the block round with your side up
To go round the side an hit his door side up
Written off cars left side up
BBC can broadcast about they're bad are you mad I was on it before phones could slide up
Bredrin, you sure you wanna fight us
Unless it's trainers it ain't me you wanna size up
Go ahead and ask about me and how I beat off the mash gas thought I was whack bruv
You're just a biker, not a rider
Two bruddas, one bike, one zip, one letter, two tens and a tinted visor
Eight participants, wrapped, cypher
But you missed out the R6 spit now they're like "ah, Jesus, P, You alright cuz?"
Yeah I'm fine just showing you the reason I react to your screwface like "you alright blud?"
Gang signs are a joke fainting lights and the morning are the only time we stick signs up
D'you know the yellow ones, asking anybody if they saw anyone
Let me get em cuz mad for the punch keep your flows for the jumps
Six nine six flow when I shut down a nightclub
Dressed in red manna carrying a rave four wheels two decks, um, like a nightbus
You're just a biker, not a rider
That's why you ain't like us, and it's probably why you don't like us
But I'm venomous, punch lines are out of control I'm rebellious, highly intelligent
D'you know what I could do with this kind of intelligence?
Catch you slipping I'll be strangling a weapon when I'm squeezing and gripping, blud, you think I'm kidding
Army barracks but nothing to do with the president
You can handle a boot the reality in the trunk you would think I was taking out an elephant
And anyone that loves you, heaven is the only time I wouldn't be above you
They say they're grinding on the road but they're all dead broke
I was grinding in my home with sixty something plants in the front room
Me and my brother and another two brothers getting messy in the club pass one two
You didn't clock the metaphor, Messi, club, pass, one two