First Half

[Verse 1: Rico Don]
Let me start off with C Cane
My man looks like he's seen pain
Say my man 'cause it's not C Cane
It's Reece West trapped inside C Cane
Them two souls, they have been caged
That's why these two here seem strange
West is a bitch, he's got a nickname
C Cane spin me? Oh please, behave
Said I spin that man like a CDJ
Tesco value BBK
Out-bar me? Nah, leave it
Wave Joe and Jeopard in form so I'm feeling great
Captain's role, I took Steven's place
Any funny business, GBH
West murk me? Nah, believe it, mate
That's not what his CV says

[Verse 2: Reece West]
Rico, breathe
Wipe that sweat off your headtop please
Project your words and rudeboy, breathe
Breathe
Right now I'm feeling like Jason Statham
[?] I'll break man's coccyx
Come to your drum like "who wanna conflict?"
I am the son like [?]
Turn up to town and rock man's concert
Show, flow, road, dough, it's
Like this son wanna be my clone
Look at his hair, wanna wear my clothes
Look at his-, feeling greasy
Blacked out, blacked out, [?]
You're my son
[Verse 3: Jeopardy]
LDN
Just touched down in LDN
Jumped bus down to LDN
Now it's got shut down in LDN
With team LDN
[?] LDN
When he told us the LDN team
I was like, "Who the fucking hell are these then?"
Scatching me head, all confused
Like why didn't you bring AJ or Big Zuu?
I'm from Liverpool and I'm bigger than all of yous
Checked YouTube, yous get appalling views
Yizzy, wanna get five pound plus?
Best do another Five Pound Munch
And Reece, you don't wanna get your eyebrow bust
If I was you, I'd be keeping my mouth shut

[Verse 4: Yizzy]
Shut ya mout, cuh none of you man are on the radar
Liverpool team but you didn't bring Aystar
Us man are A*, you man are rejects
These are man are easy like BTEC
Wavey Joe, in W.A.V.E, you're the reject
Rico Don, you Riko reject
Me only know one bloodclart Riko
London City Warlord, you reject
And you, who the fuck are you?
Radio sets but I don't see you
BBC freestyle, don't see you
When I shut down Glastonbury with Manga
16 for 16, didn't see you
Boyed in this clash, no, I don't see you
I'm best young G in my city
You're ain't even the best young G in the room
[Verse 5: Wavey Joe]
Wadidi, yo, yo
Big up my London crew
I like Reece West and C Cane
But Yizzy, pussy, I don't like you
Westy, that's a good bredrin of mine
So as soon as we knew, we made it a truce
All this talk 'bout shanks and guns, but it's
Hard to tell when you're talking the truth
Move, I don't wanna clash no youth
Catch man thinking he's slick at Rinse
Till I slap man's face all over the booth
Man will have teeth all over the floor
Man will have blood all over the tooth, roof
I don't wanna hear your lies, spoof
When I look in your eyes, you're a mute
Real recognise real, but I don't know you

[Verse 6: C Cane]
Take a look
At the shittest team Red Bull has picked, my god, it's rude
You've got Shitty and then Shit Shit Shit
And this one who breads off the London dudes
Wavey Joe, you're acting
Coming against us? You should've been reluctant to
'Cause how the fuck can you come against us
When you are in a London crew?
Dickhead, out here talking 'bout war talk
When your flow's dead and your bars are not W.A.V.E
Ain't been waved, this dickhead on a dickhead ting
Went and got his arm tattooed with W.A.V.E
Must've been waved
LOL 'bout Wavey Joe at the wave, why, Joe? Behave
You're widididi really shit
Chatting big in it but building off of Flirta's ting
Second Half

[Verse 7: Rico Don]
Big man ting, nowhere near 30
Dem man's bars, yeah, they sound nursery
Trust, I'm out here, always been certi
Man are on boss moves, dem man are workers
Dem man are doughnuts
Living at their mum's 'cause they're broke, don
Come to the clash? Then I beg you don't choke on
Words that you spit 'cause you'll end up on the roads, don
[?] Gohan
Ship sinker
When I get cold like it's winter
Stamina, I am the big sprinter
When I get... it's winter
West, godfather
Reece goes in, I go harder
Stamina, warlord from Sparta
This one's your flow I mastered

[Verse 8: Reece West]
Yeah... West, West
Man ah leave Liverpool mangled
Flame on man, I'll bring heat and tan yous
Got eight bars that will straight up bang yous
I'm a teacher on beats like bamboo
And I've got Bs on fleek like Cancun
And I've got dudes in suits, big man you
West, I'm wavy, what does he do?
Or does Rico?
Wifing girls that everyone's ran through
Know who's who and I'm still in the mix-up
Tell a man fix up, turn tings tits up
Girl want lipse up, wine wan' drink up
So like sizzler, [?] Rizla
Don't really wave, live on stages
West or Liverpool, tell man switch up

[Verse 9: Jeopardy]
C Cane, you're dutty
Your whole outfit is scruffy
I bet your armpits are bushy
From here, I can smell your pussy
And these other two are muppets, I swear
When I come with the words
You'll get spun with the verse
You're getting duppied and murked
Tuck in a hearse, then put in the dirt
Six foot under the earth, look, look
'Cause I'm a serious don
You spin me? What world are you on?
Nah, I don't care where you're from
MC killer, serial one
I will murder you one by one
If Reece is a boy, he's a bi one
Talk straps but never been by one
...Ps to buy one

[Verse 10: Yizzy]
You ain't holding the MAC, blood, stop with the lies
Your Mac came with a portion of fries
Two buns, no guns
Coke and a ketchup dip on the side
Beef? No, not one of my guys
I heard you talk to the pork on the side
These MCs wanna chat their greaze, but
When it kicks off, dem ah run and hide, I'll
Shut a man down like HMV
No, I don't care 'bout A-G-E, I'll
Jump in a clash like "rah, seventeen?"
But I'll spin your clart off an eight bar
Liverpool team and a four bar
Rico's hairline up all far
Say what I want, don't give two fucks
Jump in the clash with the wudududubu

[Verse 11: Wavey Joe]
If I was Logan Sama bringing that drama
I would've kicked you off stage
I would've been pissed off, in a rage
Man wanna talk 'bout spit in the rave
You're a younger, can't even get to the rave
Bring thunder, I'll bring lightning and rain
Blunder, you'll get a frightening pain
Wonder: why did it get this way?
But I'll dead man's words till I get this pay
My path, won't do a next man's way
My path, you'll... let man stay
You're fucked if I wet man's fade
Diss my ting and I'll mek man pay
Quick ting, I will not let man pray
Told Red Bull don't let me spray
'Cause it's unfair teams that you let me play

[Verse 12: C Cane]
You two are so unknown
Had to ask Red Bull on the sly "who's who?"
Who's this don, now? Who's this yout?
Which mother's child that I've gotta abuse?
You
Should've [?] 'cause your hairline's stressed
Forehead bigger than your whole damn future
Bet your head help your girl when you're tryna press, oh dear
Bet you thought the world's your oyster
Yeah, yeah, thought that you was gonna buss
I find that shit quite sad 'cause I know for a fact
You've got P to Oyster a bus
Yeah, yeah, yeah, no, I know that he's dead
Chat-
Bro, why you chatting for? You're half my height
Come on, man, London
2017, we fucking won this one
I'm not even gonna fucking finish my bars
Fucking bullshit

[Outro: Wavey Joe & C Cane]
Yes, Liverpool
Widididi Wavey Joe
Come on
Widididi really shit