Eediyat Skengman 3 (Stormzy Send) Lyrics

Eediyat Skengman 3 (Stormzy Send) - Wiley

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[Verse 1]

Free my mumzy, what's that about?

Oi Chewbacca, what you chatting 'bout?

Come and see my vibes, there's no crack about

I get the riddim, hit the booth, then I crack 'em out

Manna got the BFG tapping out

Ding, ding, round 3

Let me catch 'em out

I see your pop fans think that I'm backing out

I get the whip that I want, then I black it out

Don't hype, don't care what you like

Tell me what you don't like, man do it more

You weren't on the roads when Dizzee made "I Luv U"

Back then, you must've been about 4

Heads in your clouds, got my feet on the floor

I'm helping you now sell tickets for the tour

We all wanna be the rich black kid

Until we go pop, then the pop drops us on the floor

Now hold on bro, let me say this

Nobody cares if you got all your songs on the playlist

The music's shit, we don't play this

You ran into drill, you can't face this

I told you "suck your mum" because I'm tasteless

You can fight for words and get hurt

Every single man who defends their mum gets murked

Eediat, I know the 3 words hurt

I set the time limits, kill you with grime lyrics

Won't draw for the Headie One, they ain't my lyrics

Said the Kano ting was quite cool but, you ain't ever written any dying to survive lyrics

I've been killing you in the game with all my lyrics

Got the bullet bars

I ain't trying lyrics

Fire lyrics

Can't retire lyrics

Got the 'Claren on the roads, black tyre lyrics

Come alive when its drama

Jump at a man and disarm yah

Ed got you in the room with Jay Z

But you came back with that bullshit after

Dun I said, take who back to where?

Because this whole campaign, I see is air

We don't really like it, but we gotta care

It's Stormzy, no, that's when the weather gets stormy

About slap? You must be mad

Gotta murk any soundboy, you know like that

But you man are acting on tracks

My mum's in London, that's facts

I ain't gotta go and get her back

Mikey, I don't smoke crack

You got all this Adidas stuff but Mike, you make it look crap

Yo, you ain't had a real battle

Yeah, it's your first one

I'ma dad and I murk, that's how I teach son

Feat. one, teach one, and I could reach one

We get results like you, and that's a peak one

I'ma straight from the street one

Man know a real one broski, anywhere I meet one

I'ma share some money, I'ma keep some

I'm a strong one brudda, not a weak one

Got you sweating like a pig

You don't like when I start snatching off weaves and wigs

Got the weed in your hand

Last time I saw you blud, you weren't blazing shit

Don't front, it's an act

Before the weed you're smoking puts you on your back

BFG and the GOG got the whole world looking at a grime class act

Like, respect my pen

Bars in your face like pen

Box in your face like ken

From way back when I been a madman chatting 'bout way back when

So, respect my pen

Bars in your face like pen

Box in your face like ken

From way back when I been a madman chatting 'bout way back

More action, they love all that

Man get rich, think they're above all that

And when the system switch, you come running back

I'm gonna score touchdowns whether you play me QB, wide receiver or running back

Been away for a minute, but I'm coming back

And I know yous love the charts, but I dun all that

Now I'm back on the street, they know I run all that