Got more bars than the bloody West End
The war is on.
Chantelle Fiddy has written some bars for me.
"C Fiddy - I make like P Diddy and drop the first syllable
So call me Fiddy - like my man Cent I'm coming unkillable
I roll with Kemal but you know I max well
My crazy busty style makes all man jacks swell
When I'm on the mic it's Peter Kay style - top bombin'
Dropping nuclear snaps that I just have to throw your mom in
I'm not saying she's cracked out - the bitch is straight strung
And what's worse, of all your family, she's the best hung"
Lets keep this strictly lyrical Lady Chantelle. Why call out my mum?
Anyway, check this out:
Lumpenproletariat, swag, not off the heezy.
Call yourself an expert on grime, but have you even heard of MC Beezy?
You say your favourite MC is Kano, but we all know it's Young Jeezy.
You lie in bed at night thinking about me – and that's fo' sheezy.
I wear an Avirex jacket, you wear some skimpy garms.
Nobody's interested in your writing, they just wanna see your "charms".
If your blog ended tomorrow, nobody would have any qualms.
Your 'career' is over, you best apply to Channel 5's 'The Farm'
If you can't see I'm big, your head's in the sand.
Magazines wanna sign me for 500 grand.
Set me up as a global brand.
I get links to my blog from Stratford to Thailand.
You ain't big in this blogging game, you're small.
Grammatically, you're only one foot tall.
Try step to me, you'll fall.
I better stop now and let you bawl.