Lyrics : Skepta
Music : Skepta
What do we think of Jonah (Shit!)
What do we think of shit? (Jonah!)
Thank you! (That's alright!)
(Bastard, bastard, Jonah Lucas, you bastard)
Big Smoke, SK
This ain't even a UK-US ting
It's me and you, Jonah, you get me?
You fell for the bait, let me show you how to clash
Now you're the bitch
You said there weren't a debate
Now everybody's in two minds
Man of my word, killed you with two lines
You took a week for the weakest diss, whoever givin' you info needs to resign
It ain't safe out here, this a ****in' clash
You're on the front cover, tryna get your face out there
Take off the flag, you don't hold weight 'round there
Round 1 could've been yours, you bastard
Gave it to you on a plate, man, you know me, I'm reckless, lil' bitch
All you had to do was finish your breakfast
Instead you drop a track full of cap, it's hilarious
Said you didn't wanna do it, but you practically begged us
You know I don't hit women, I'm sexist
Tory don't care, he was beatin' you senseless
The gloves came off, sent you to the dentist
Wit' your own flow, hit you in your liver, you're legless
You wanna label me anything, call me relentless
Kill you by myself, I don't need the Avengers
Show you the ropes, and after I merk you, you're gonna hope nobody remembers
"Friendly Fire" was a jab, had to give 'em a tetanus
Now I apply the pressure until he surrenders
You ain't been Tottenham, you don't know the members
You ain't got a catalogue that's as cold as Skepta's
What the **** is a Jonah Lucas?
My name's Big Smoke, so you know that my chest got loads of mucus
I spit that crack, make a rapper get vexed, wanna phone the shooters
No substance in your flows, you're useless
'Course I'm gonna kill him, I got no excuses
Even America don't wanna hear your impersonation, you're a nuisance
They left you on Skid Row, fungal infection in your big toe
Sorry, I know business been slow
Left you spittin' your shit flows and ripped clothes
Doin' your Slim Shady kareoke, it's a shitshow
I said I'ma win, and I meant it
You only make hits rappin' from another guy's perspective
Now they gassin', they're sayin' you ain't nothin' to mess with
And I'm like, "Ain't this the guy that you neglected?"
Left him for dead, broke, sleepin' on benches
Top 10, top 20, never selected
Said I wanted to clash somebody respected
Album's out now, guess he needs the attention
You got no influence, and no aura
Look around the word, and see a million Skeptas
I do it for the underdogs, and all the psyched-out niggas in the world that can see the pretenders
I feel like André 3K, they're makin' fun of my accent, but I'm winnin' this either way
I feel like an outcast, cool, 'cause they could never out-class me, I have the last laugh
And sometimes I feel like Master P, no limit, it's all of me
Who gonna laugh at me? I get money, I feel like 50
I put a stop to the jokes now, and I keep a young buck with me
Keep it rap, nobody wants a buck fifty
ADHD 2 out now, Jonah, tell your manager to get in touch with me
I don't do free promos, so **** with me
You can ask Devilman how I get busy, have my young Gs run up in your house with the mizzy
I can't believe I'm dissin' this guy, like who is he?
I know nobody cares, why you sound like Drizzy?
I'm triple platinum in America, it's time I bring in the triplets
He tried to scare me, said he was a lyricist
I'm the teacher, givin' out certificates
Teach you how to get away with murder, trust
You're Viola Davis, she learnt from us
Gotta make sure your bars are tough
Keep punchin' until the ref says "enough", forget the funny stuff
Keep Islam out your mouth, you can't bring ham to a bad man
You don't know where your lady is, my lady is wit' me, chillin' in the caf, Dan
I don't wish I was anything else, I'm a British-Nigerian Black man
Why would I wish I was you when you wanna be Eminem? Blud, you're the Black Stan
You're just a fan, so I'm spinnin' you round, then I'm sittin' you down
You tryna get info, you been ringin' around
I grew up on YouTube, got millions now
Can't cap on my name, haven't you figured it out?
Since 14, I've been livin' the dream
Fans addicted, 'cause I've been spittin' that morphine
See me in your dreams, and I already know what you're gonna say, 'cause you got snitches on your team
Said I'm on drugs, and I'm like, "LOL"
'Cause nobody's known me to sniff
Said that I'm broke, but the Virgil Maybach alone proves you don't know shit
Said I wore a dress, more internet lies, and I'm like, "Please show me the pic"
Can we please just come with the facts, or we call it 2-0, and I'm over with this
How you drop a track full of cap? (Oh, Jonah, you bastard)
It was there on a plate (Oh, Jonah, you bastard)
"Nobody Cares", soundin' like "Back To Back" from Alibaba (Oh, Jonah, you bastard)
You got personality disorder, bro, come with facts, not rubbish you found on the internet, or it's over (Oh, Jonah, you bastard)
Been laughin' at you bots for years (Oh, Jonah, you bastard)
If it ain't facts, I'm not hearin' it, 2-0, I'm gone (Oh, Jonah, you bastard)