Lord Of The Mics Lyrics & Chords By Jammer

Jammer
Lord of the mics is back with a bang
I do grime, do it all the time
Used to sell CDs out the back of the van
Lord of the mics is back with a bang
I do grime, do it all the time
Used to sell CDs out the back of the van
Like blam
boy better know
Manna go curry, go mutton and lamb
Manna go aki salt fish and yam
Tell an MC don't jump out of the pram
Man can't manage me like Sam
Girl better know all day puff gang
Lord of the mics
Girls say that I'm buff when I speak in slang
Sox
0121 say nada
I feel to change my name from Sox and re-market myself OG Swagga
Like MT, manna bigger than the manor
You man can't tell me jack shalla
Been going in this year ask Tasha
Might fly thingys bareback Hannah
And still clap thingys when I land yalla
Lay-Z
I'm lyrically better, yeah I'm lyrically who
Lyrically better than lyrically you
Besides you know that I'm lyrically better
Yeah I'm lyrically better, yeah it's lyrically true
Lyrically you don't know what to lyrically do
Lyrical, you might need a lyrical clue
Bring anyone cause I will lyrically take two
Cause your bars are shit, yeah your lyrically poo
D-Power
You'll be seeing fire like a M16
Told that yout' you can't take out
Diesle
9 Mil aiming at the music scene cause
You'll be seeing fire like a M16
Told that yout' you can't take out Diesle
9 Mil aiming at the music scene cause
Desperado
If man don't feel you, come out the room
Come out the room, come out the room
If man don't feel you, come out the room
Come out the room, come out the room
If I don't feel you, come out the room
Come out the room, come out the room
OG'z
don't feel you, come out the room
Come out the room, come out the room
Tre Mission
You'll be like, argh, help
I'll be like park up pussy
You don't want beef don't start up pussy
Spray the whole whip when you park up pussy
You'll be like, argh, help
I'll be like park up pussy
You don't want beef don't start up pussy
Spray the whole whip when you park up pussy
Kozzie
Now, everything they just said on the camera
I told you the cameraman don't believe you
1, 2, 3, 4 lies that you said
Is 1, 2, 3, 4 knives in your head
Say my name in the wrong context
I ain't into the joke or banter
Slap to your face you'll be screaming dench
I go blind when I see red
Wariko
I got bars that'll lick down lethal
Bars that'll lick down man like vehicle
Whenever your ready, yeah you'll get it in a plate
pudding and treacle
I got bars that'll lick down lethal
Bars that'll lick down man like vehicle
Whenever your ready, yeah you'll get it in a plate
Straight mate, pudding and treacle
J1
If he keeps hyping, I'm gonna slap this boy
Round of applause, I might clap this boy
You ain't ready you better practice boy
For dinner, I might just have this boy
You're a waste, you ain't match fit boy
Went 3 in a row, that's a hat-trick boy
Lyrically put you in a casket boy
See you on twitter, might at this boy
Merky Ace
You jump on stage and can't get no wheel
I don't even know how that feels
Think that your bad cause your in a little whip
Beep, smash man's head off the wheel
Beep, smash man's head off the wheel
I done so much work last year
I will take any MC for roadkill
When I roll by 5 man deep
FT
Jendor
That's what I tell a boy straight, go home
After I drop 28 shots in the side of the Merc
They won't have no dome
So, so, so that's right
That's what I tell a boy straight, that's right
After I drop 28 shots in the side of the Merc
They won't feel all right
Tez Kidd
Ey, I spit my bars well
Guy must be gassed if a guy can't tell
Ask him shut up these MCs
Turn a black guy white like Vybz Kartel
Ey, I spit my bars well
Guy must be gassed if a guy can't tell
Ask him shut up these MCs
Turn a black guy white like Vybz Kartel
Rival
Talk with the greasiest speech
I got a hunger for grime so I'm eating these beats
You see these Monday to Sunday MCs, leaving 'em weep
They had a nerve, god damn nerve
Industry, they tried sleeping on me
So I yanked that pillow
Pulled back the covers
Woke it up and started beating the scene
Jammin
And can't nobody tell me nuttin
I be doing this shit til I die
So I beg a boy say suttin
So I beg a boy try diss me
Lord of the mics kill anyone against me
Haters hate but I show no envy
Ain't on my level so I don't watch face
What they gonna say when I pull up in a M3
Hypes
Ana Nutton
Likkle yout' try hype up, ana nutton
Everyday I pick the mic up, ana nutton
Man talk get lined up, ana nutton
Act fast, try bluff, dunno why
So I stand tall and rise up, ana nutton
See the mic and I blow, ana nutton
I see these guys shook, ana nutton
Clipson
You wanna know why this yout' ain't blown
Why he ain't leveling with this flow
When I write sick ones, big ones
When you hear grime, know I'm involved
Rhyming slow, that's why I give them intent
They know I be the best with a ink pen
I don't pay attention to the haters
Cause I know they'll be gassed if I link them
And let's see who's the lord of the mic
And let's see who's the lord of the mic
And let's see who's the lord of the mic
Spit a 16 bar, hot like tar
And we'll see who's the lord of the mic