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Who said I can’t clash no more?

Who said I can’t clash no more?

I’m on this reckless ting and I will be until my necklace blings

Holler at your nigga Black The Ripper

Everyone knows I rep this thing

My attitude’s been stink from early

You man ain’t worthy, you heard me?

I wear bare faced things, not Burberry

I leave that to Deadly you get me

Certain man should be ashamed

You been here for years still get air

That’s officially waste

Plus, you ain’t got one CD to your name

And on the other hand you got other mans like Doller

Who make bare CDs to give away as freebies

Cause no-one buys 'em, no-one likes him

Dynamic you faggot how dare you

Chat like a, look at your hairdo

You’re too friendly

I’ll just send Onyx and Dezzy to scare you

Tell Rage not to give you food

Tell T I’m not in the mood

Tell G to cook me food

Then get Charlie to drop me stooge

Anyone I’m done with you, I’m looking for the top boy in a big crew

I don’t know how you rep N9 when no-one in N9 respects you

And Doller, you deleted your MySpace due to a lack of views

Don’t lie, I know the facts is true, I won’t lie

Edmonton mandem do not back you

And Deadly, there’s no way you’re ahead of me

I remember at when you tried breddin' me

To get on your track but I knew you were swag

Fuck you and your collab

I heard Pabz is your new dad

How can you call me racist when I’ve got more white fans than you have?

You can’t take it, oh well too bad

All three of you are swag

Spitting shit bars that you can’t back

You can’t hack Black in full effect

I’ll rip that tattoo off your neck for disrespect

You live in witness protect

Don’t try steppin', you’ll die reppin

You ain’t Edmonton’s finest kid, you’re Edmonton’s finest snitch

Nobody knows who Ryan is

And Deadly Nights just don’t exist

Doller the Dustman thinks he’s repping because he had his face on Base for a

second

He’s waste I reckon, his mixtapes ain’t selling

He said I shout, but he’s a clown, I sweat him

Jumping up and down

I’m sending, I’m sending, I can’t stop sending

Even his girlie knows that I’ll end him

This track’s nothing but the facts

I keep it real I ain’t known for pretending

I hate commotion, and fake MCs calling out my name for promotion

Doller, Ryan, Deadly, goodnight

Doller you’re the oldest in your crew

And Revolver is better than you

You’re the worst MC on Risky Roadz 2

Don’t lie we all got eyes

You got bare bars, none of em rhyme

Flows all slow and out of time

Now you wanna chat crap about clash Black

Cuzzy you must be outta your mind

And I sting like a black jack, pick up the five

If you wanna clash Black then get in line

I got about nine, shit MCs trying to get at me but their dying

DJ sort out your hairline, you live in Bow, how you repping N9?

You’re career died don’t try and end mine

Now go to sleep, it’s bedtime

And as for you Ryan, you don’t wanna warn me

I would get deeper but Doller done that for me

No one rates you, everyone hates you

Cuz you’re a fool like the first of April

When you go nobody tapes you

Don’t send for the guy that raised you and made you

That’s fucking ungrateful

Wait wait wait wait come off all that

This you brought a hoody and a strap

Then forgot that he gets bullied by Natz

You’re fuckin with irate goons

I don’t know why you’re watchin my MySpace views

You’re a hatin snake and I’m way past you

I heard you’re tune it was shite

Good try, now go sleep, it’s bedtime

And Deadly you’re the shittest one

You made a tune five minutes long

You’re five years older than me

And still nowhere near known as me

You ain’t even known in East

25 but you sound 15

That’s 10 years younger, where’s your hunger

You ain’t even made one CD

When I see you’re girl, I’mma slap her bumper

I heard she was feeling black

You’re a cat when I come ask for it on the carpet

I don’t know why you started, now get this buried in Hackney Marshes

You ain’t the hardest you’re a amateur

You ain’t an artist or a battler

You ain’t Deadly you’re a dead guy

Now it’s bedtime

You pussies! What?! Who wants it?!

Black The Ripper

Samson, Samson

You know what? Big up Ray Man

MSN

Big up Natz, you’re my boy you got my fucking back I know

But where shall I start:

Dynamic, seriously? How can you try and call me out cause I said I’m Edmonton’s

finest?

Who are you to even argue? You live in Dagenham cuz!

Fuck off, bruv, stop talking to me. You’re not levelling, bruv. Shut up bruv,

you’re a fan. Seriously

Next man, Doller. You know what I give you ratings

And you’ve made bear CDs but you’re shit though, cuz. That’s why I’m talking to

you like this, you’re actually not good either bruv

Start rhyming. And tighten up your fucking flow! You spitting about 4 years

before me you know fam? And I flew past you

And Deadly, how dare you call me racist, bruv? That’s a big statement you know

You’re from Hackney, and no-one in East has heard of you, no-one in Hackney has

heard of you

Seriously, you’re 26-years old, 25-years old and you’re speaking to me?

I’m 20 blud

Seriously, get a life, grow up. You sound like an old-school emcee

(Ha) Doller, you made about 13 mixtapes you sold about 100 units

You’re a joker. Seriously. I’ve released one CD

And Dynamic how many units you moved? (ZERO!)

Deadly how many units have you moved? (ZERO!)

So why the fuck you lot talking to me? (I DON’T KNOW!)

All three of you are waste

I’m already in 2008

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