(It's that Hocus Pocus Harry James)
(Brr)
Yo
Yo, I didn't even wanna do this
You know it's whatever, whenever, wherever, with whoever
Zero Ls can't die, this shit's forever
Look at who just stepped in, Morrisson

They don't know about you, but they know about me
(Woii, woii, woii, woii, woii, woii)
They don't know about them, but they know 'bout we
They know my name, and they know where I'm from
My name rings bells from London to Brum
The Mancs and Scousers respect my ting
'Cah they know what I've been through and know what I'm on
And that's 'cause I'm official
I stand on my own, I don't mix, I don't mingle
Just landed some work, 'bout to send out some visuals
I've been puttin' flavours in pots like a Pringle
To all my dead brothers and bredrins, I miss you
The grafters all love when I drop a new single
Take you took the hood to the farm, I brought the farm to the hood
I got a crop on my block full of Skittles
Got a crop on my block with the Viet's and Albos
I used to bag up the work 'til the scales broke
We caught an M, it weren't sick out the window
We drove off and laughed and went back to the Bando
And how you kill suttin and go tell a ho?
Ty, you didn't need to tell on your bro
He snitched on himself for a couple of views
Yo, Rack28 hang himself with a rope
Yo, Rack28 was out bangin' for bro
Slough reject, how you bangin' for Grove?
You lived in a million pound home in Maidenhead
Spoiled little brat, you didn't have to do road
You're a silver spoon rapper and we come from the mud
Kendrick Lamar, they ain't nothin' like us
How'd it take 12 plus man with shanks to kill one man on his own that was drunk
Now, let's be real, what I'm sayin' is facts (facts)
If this shit was the other way 'round
And 12 white boys killed a vulnerable black boy
Tankz would've called it a race attack
Stop callin' us opps, little man, we don't know you
Digga, stop sayin' my name in your vocals
I ain't gonna diss you and say you're a capper
Your own mate Striker already exposed you
Listen, talkin' of Striker, free DigDat (DigDat)
Tryna do me dirty like him now
They tricked DigDat out of his position
But they can't trick me outta mine with a big mouth
Rhys, I can see it in your eye, you ain't violent
I swear to God, I'll love to fight him
Can't leave his block, so I'll fight him in Ladbroke
And leave him to SteveO when I unalive him
Mya Mills fucked half of London, you wifed it (yuck)
So did Tennessee, but you still wifed it (yuck)
You dissed me to promote your new music
You must need clout off me 'cause that's what Nines did
Ask your mate Huncho if I'm on violence (violence)
I was on my own when I on sight him
I ran up on him and like five of his bredrins
'Cause what's six wet Grove man to a Viking?
Listen, I'll put the footage out if you deny it (deny it)
So behave yourself, Micah, be quiet (quiet)
You chased clout, then clout chased you
Yo, I turnt the biggest mouths in the UK silent

Yo, I got a phone call from A (Abdi)
When ZK got ZK'd in his face
I was in LA with Vlad and BA in the Highlight Rooms with machine gun on waist
Then we're rollin' in East with machines in my whip
Man, I'm old school, I've been in the streets since a kid
You looked up to Nicki Minaj as a yute
And I looked up to Dave Hunt, the Adams and Tibbs
As a kid, I was homeless and livin' in hostels
Right in a manor next door to a brothel
I heard you said Zero Ls got no shells
I got a shotty with a barrel as big as your nostrils
When I was 13, I was out stealin' whips
When I was 14, I was runnin' in cribs
When I was 16, I was stampin' on sniff
And I was breakin' down boxes of bud into bits
When we was growin' up, we didn't have a thing
And our dad couldn't help us because he was skint
Shit weren't put on a plate like Rack
How could it? We barely had food in the fridge
Blud, it weren't easy bein' white where I lived
I used to get tested because of my skin
We only bought guns 'cause the bullies had guns
Before that we was breakin' mans face with our fists
Listen, I've been through Hell and back and I survived it (-vived it)
Your life ain't been as hard as mine's been
I'm a grown man but I'll roll back
And I'll take a picture on your block 'cah we can all be childish

30 and Crippin' in London, that's childish (childish)
You're embarrassin', the Yanks ain't buyin' it
I won't say, "Fuck Grove," you said that yourself
When the Bush man had you on the camera, frightened
Blud, I'm too old for this beef online shit
That's why they dissin' me and I ain't been replyin'
But Rhys mate, you let down the whole fuckin' culture
When Tennessee left you for a neeky white kid (woii, woii)
When I went jail, I put work in (work in)
When you went jail, you start twerkin'
Go do a Snow Stream go ask Avalanche
He seen me fight killers in The Ville and get worksy
Voluntary bang-up, yo, Digga, that's neeky
I ain't gotta tell the road you rid VP
The screw that protected you when got stabbed up
Already just put you on blast on TV
So why do these yutes always talk like they're on me?
We ain't got no beef like the burgers in Johnny's
You said, "Fuck Johnny" and Johnny's your brother
You snake, you ain't got a loyal bone in your body
Ask Potter Payper, he'll tell you I'm a mad man
It was me Potter, Angus and Mad Max
We hit that lick and left the crime scene taped off
I really get busy and Potter can vouch that
You're English, please, why you actin' Jamaican?
We call little begs like you a Jafaican
When you was in Yard, man shot up your whip
And you ain't been back 'cause you're scared for your safety
Russ and the guys nearly got you at Tape
Mashallah, you had a lucky escape
You jumped on the 'Gram and start @-ing the Jakes
Now half of the Mozarts' locked in the cage
Blud, I linked Fredo in studio in East (East)
He had the same, shh, as me
Dunno why these rappers keep mentionin' me
I'm a businessman, I ain't got no beef
Then we got the drop on where TY sleeps
Was outside Crocodile Dundee's for weeks
Didn't see him once, must've been overseas
Head-lockin' crocodiles and jumpin' out trees
And if you carry on, I'ma pull up on Colin (Colin)
Like Jooka at the EGA office
Colin try tell me that he wasn't involved
But when they drop disses, he eats all the profits
Yo, I thought EGA's an all-black label?
Well, that's what you say to bring rappers to the table
The white man you work for was whiter than me
And that white girl Charley's playin' with your anal

Digga's gettin' older, now he's feelin' like me
Wants to sign out and live his life in peace
But you fucked with my retirement and I'm fuckin' up yours
I'ma make sure you never leave the streets like me (like me)
Rack5 got a 30, he's a goner now
It's been a month and he's already been forgotten 'bout
Shit's ironic 'cause Taze got Lippy
Then Lippy got Taze in a ring and knocked him out (woii, woii)

Now, but on a real, Rhys let me chat to you
Stop dissin' me, I'll stop @-ing you
Stop tryna be the hardest in Britain
Leave that to Big Stacks 'cause that ain't what gangster do
Og, I been about since Channel U
I'm a legend in the streets, you're just a rapper yute
I'm a trapper turned rapper, you're a rapper turned trapper
Heard they nicked you in Lincoln with a pack or two
You got nicked with that trap boy starter pack
You should stick to makin' raps and those Yardie tracks
Leave that dope boy shit to the real dope boys in the West
Big up Bizzy, he's in charge of that
Stop gassin' up the yutes with your raps, please
Talk street, but you wasn't in them that deep
You lived off Teerose name and his works
But when he died, you didn't do shit for his family

Digdat's doin' 30 years 'cause of you, Digga
The police want Fredo cause of you, Digga
The judge gave the Mozart 120 plus years, that's all because of you, Digga
That's nearly 200 years 'cause of you, Digga
All them black boys in jail 'cause of you, Digga
You can't blame this one on a white man
That's a lot of black lives ruined 'cause of you, Digga
This ain't a diss record, it's the truth, Digga
How many yutes have you groomed, Digga?
Rack5 was a good yute before he got groomed by you
He's doin' life 'cause of you, Digga
All your opps are in jail 'cause of you, Digga
There's suttin' very dodgy about you, Digga
And our community's got a lot of problems
And one of the biggest is the likes of you, Digga
Stop poisonin' the yutes with your tunes, Digga
Stop pushin' gang culture on the yutes, Digga
Keep dissin' dead people in your tunes, Digga
Hell's got a seat waitin' for you, Digga
I'm white, but I'm blacker than you, Digga
I've helped more black people than you, Digga
Ask the brothers, they'll tell you that's true, Digga
You reply, I'ma drop Part 2, Digga

(Brr) Writer/s: Jonathan Francis Morrisson
Publisher: SENTRIC MUSIC
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