The Warning (Ghetts Dub - Part 2)

Place all your bets This aspirin’s going straight to his head I’ll aim for the best When we collide on the road My monster truck will leave your range in a wreck If you got money then pay me respect You parred Lord of the Mics and evaded my set You’re pissed that you got yourself something that you don’t want Like you made a mistake in claiming a sket You can bring all your animals like Noah’s Ark Two by two I will send them all to the gaza This is your burial, everybody’s here for it So I guess that makes the DJ the pastor I heard back in the day you was a dancer Ready for the cameras, dummy in drama Watched a bit of telly, turned into Osama I thought you was on this gospel blah blah? (Ghetts) You’re a volcano with no lava (Ghetts) You’re a new student with no master (Ghetts) And who wears a light-up gumshield in their video? You’re a complete disaster Talking about straps, you ain’t got nada Pissed off, this is a P Money saga Top 3 Selected? Only if people are comparing it to who can mumble faster This one’s here where your lips are, mista What happened to church, you skinnybum sick clart? Used to go on the regular Now you’re a sinner that dresses up like The Riddler "Woah, wait, what did you say?" Now all your fans are like, “Nah, he’s joking!” “Please, this has gotta be a mix up!” But it ain’t, ‘cus I got the picture You ain’t with it, it’s all in your head I can’t understand, you’re a tool, you’re a mess And nah we ain’t bredrins Parred radio uninvited, I still walked in your set! Your CD’s dead; I heard man play it and was like “Wagwan for the corpse in your deck?” How can you expect me to rate you When certain man in your Movement talk to the Feds? I ain’t impressed; you should be years better Stop hyping; maybe we’ll hear better Everybody’s getting gassed up ‘cus he done a dub Nobody clocked he done it under peer pressure You’re going off track; steer better In a clash there ain’t nobody near better And from a mouse, you’re a Kano cat that’s jealous ‘Cus I know what it’s like to be near cheddar And I’m unreadable like a weird letter See your smart-arsed dub weren’t near clever Got strike with lightning and you strike with the first tune? Hmm, I’m still here bredda! Yeh? Me getting air’s deader I clocked the plan; you man think you’re clever Nobody cared about WHO you joker? Ask Grime who made this year better! “P’s the only money you par” That’s funny like calling you Ghetto Hype on the mic, but when it’s beef you move mellow I move bricks like any piece of lego How can you say you represent the ghetto? You got butted on stage, your front teeth flew out of your face And you never done jack shit fam Tell me which part of you’s ghetto? Now you’re listening, wishing that you never sent back You realised you’re in a death trap You ain’t got the heart of a G; yeah, you’re called Ghetto But I’m the one that’s in the hood more than your neck back ‘Cus I got singalongs, don’t get gassed I’ll ruin your beats like a dead clap Your team against mine? I’m the grime scene Cristiano Ronaldo I will fuck up your left back If your flow’s dark, then mine’s jet black Getting others involved! I already read that You asked Rotten to get dirt but it never worked Wasteman move, I don’t respect that I’m the reason you brought your pen back In this clash, you’re that net gangster that Stupidly sent P a message, now you’re panicking Banging on your keyboard, trying to press back Levelling up, I got another dub that’ll mess you up And’ll send you to sleep like jet lag If he’s the bull in this bullring I’m the guy taking a piss while waving a red flag I heard comments saying Ghetts is the best I’m gonna catch a murder case when I dead that You wanna win against me? (Shut up!) Take my advice, be direct when you send back Listen up, Hell’s in the room Never rated your movement to tell you the truth From P they found one cool dude Bun driving offender, the others were the girls in the group [?] Lost your respect with ‘Sing For Me’ Should’ve holla’d if you needed help with a tune I make grime bangers Sell your imaginary Porsche and Bimmer and I’ll sell you a tune You lying little penis! Three years ago you were saying, “Next year! Porsches and Beamers!” Look at the bullshit you’re speaking about, genius You’re the reason I’m ignoring teachers From young I’ve been battling creatures You ain’t fit for war, you’ve been taking breathers Don’t bet on yourself, I’ll cost you more money in sales than CD leakers If you don’t wanna be cool Demma real ghetto boy I don’t care what he’s called You fell off like your body balance wasn’t equal To beat me you’ll need beats to be lethal I can still skip over oner, whatever the weather, whenever you want You can bring people I’ll send Devz a halo, hold Scorch to ransom Wretch is the only one that’s gonna be cool I’ll end you, there is no sequel Baby gates can’t match these equals [?] I’m live for live backwards, pull a slow one, spell it backwards What does it say? I’m evil! I’m a beast for this weasel Doing this to promote your CD’s feeble “I’m G-H-E double T and O!” How’s that when every part of you’s legal? Samuels! You got it all wrong! Them new tunes; your beginning’s all done [?] Promoting new slang on telly, “Skadoosh!” Air! Nobody caught on! You’re running out of ideas, where they all gone? Now your credibilities nearly all gone Now when you’re on stage and the crowd goes sick… It’s because I walked on