 I'm brainstorming, you all should've heard the warnings I'm thunder and lightning, farmants are fuckers, just mind the talking Ain't no battle, rapper, farmants are coming to catch some cops He's got a path, being chocked with limbs, scatter around my log It's Mr. Farron up, someone quickly call the office up Catching all these rappers, don't we say I am? Be warning, you and Briggs are wrapped in calling Yeah, we're sticking backs to barley, yo Fuck about respect, no sudden death, when we talk to y'all Mush Walk the roads of awesome stoes, it's four years old, it's all I know So many stories told, more drama than a glory show Flats are grinding me, boom, more fast than this priory knife heat They roll 9d, peeing airy, catch a cap by the high street Oh, why the library, and these after-tie sweet, this is facts Yo, what's good? Don't flop all fucking day, you know the score It's your boy, uh, your boy, Bam, we're back here Briggs and Jam is the fifth annual April Fool's event This one got pushed back to May, but it's all good, man All right, we're in the building, third battle of the day MC on my right-hand side, frontman, he's got Briggs He makes some noise, let's go And on my left, on my left-hand side, from London Make some noise for Locksmith, let's go If you wanted Lock to go first, it's promo battle So, as usual, click on a vote at the end of the video Who you would have voted for if you were judging Round and one on Lock, let's go Everyone ready, yes? We were supposed to battle before, but I had to reject it Cos I wasn't willing to just accept Earth's travel expenses And talk is cheap, and mine's expensive Well, I don't want to down cos I'm a business man And I don't regret shit, but I'm here now So let's get this show on the road My rapping against his You done the ice bucket challenge for promotion and exposure And that showed us that you're wet And unfortunately, we was exposed to rosy or flesh I don't care if today nobody happens to notice the lips Go back to any one of my clashes I bet you heard something you never noticed, I said And it's cool, cos it ain't the first time A cold flow's gone over your head When you spit, it sounds like you've got a blocked nose And for this, you are not cold And you're always acting all aggressive But if little man throws combos, I'd dodge and block those like John Jones And listen Briggs, you are not road Just cos you got a face full of speed bumps and potholes And dirt that are holding weight Because this will be no debate, cos it's over, wait This shit was mad We was in Brixton Jam, I was killing this prick so bad that this kid collapsed And dirt that are holding weight, cos there'll be no debates This is over, wait No, you know what I said, this is over, wait The neck, the stomach and the bulging waist Short, fat, ugly and ginger Goddamn And no matter how much time you spend in the song with friends You're still gonna have milk skin Black and oblique jokes, your mouth you should keep closed Because everybody on this planet descended from Negroes You see, ginger, you see ginger is an anagram of nigger The throwback in your jeans shows interesting patterns like old school Moschino Genome and look in your family tree, bro I see people like villains, cos both of you are out I'm awake and I've come all this way for someone who's dead Thank you, though Now I'm feeling like the undertaker So now I guess I've got a cane my opponent, dig graves and cover a brother's face up Oh man, I'm the ultimate warrior without the decorative string And right now I'm on the wrestling team So I should be wearing a crown like Jerry the King Or give him a tombstone before we're burying him And understand I'm that pool bearer, cos I wanna earn before I get in the ring Now I'm a pool bearer and I wanna earn before I get in the ring This was supposed to happen at training days And it was gonna be like a movie you've seen before But it's still your training day And what you're about to learn should be ignored And since this is your training day and you're learning from me, of course Since you've been riding shotty, sitting at passenger seat Cos there ain't no need to talk, Ethan Hawke And you call yourself the coroner And this name suits you properly Cos you're friends with raptor and shotty And normally only get to view the body's time Ice bucket challenge, that's true, I show him my belly You think that's ever stopped me bedding with women? Anyone that's uncomfortable to take his t-shirt off in a room full of man Has never played for the football team and never been swimming It's nothing but peak You didn't make that fan collapse, you're just fucking pointing to sleep I guess this is where the bitching stops If he was set to clash at the ritz then not Any funny how you declined and then declined Nobody's missing locks Listen Don, you came to spar? Briggs has not You've seen my last two Don't act like you didn't watch It's ironic I was a main event And started sliding down the car for picking locks What? You think I won't get any face? You ain't shit since your mate's been retired Shotty's career made me inspire Now Tony's put his puppy in the face of a lion Tell your mates to be quiet Cos I win and goons I shoot if I say he's required I'm from Manchester You really show respect so we take off the roof Like a strange way right here You don't want it locks You don't now and you didn't then You bitch they're all being paid to perform And six months later you're back Born this event You replace the ritz for this I'm a missing that kind of business sense Last time we seen a shotty kill Tony Now say hello to his little friend Smith against locksmith The way I'm picking apart locks But don't get it screwed You can't handle the bars I'm the key reason you got this bottle Now I'm just picking your parts lock I'ma pick in the yard Then I will stop eating some money Stop feeding this guard dog I pick apart anything you were part of You came to be a hero Then fucking die as a martyr This your death bed You're getting murdered I don't care what they're telling bricks You fuck locks, tell them this Why'd you call your mixtape taken If that's one thing the fans never did Hey You say you got your name from selling yellow bricks Well my man got toys they don't sell as Smiths Don't you get it bitch We don't need to see what that mine craft To see his head in bits So try step to bricks You throw a jab your shoulder Slapping his bones with his manual Cos I'm here to take out the top tier Try to stick it out with me I'll show him how that fire works I'm shooting stars like Roman Candles Tell your boys to save your bacon They say a movie with Jason Staven What you don't know the angle They say this guy's rich He's a fraud If he's worried ain't nothing new To see locked stock from two smoky barrels Woo! Yo Let's go I thank you for making noise Cos I'm making a mockery of him and his team Like when the glazers made a crazy choice And then played David Moyes And this was going to happen in Manning And I was going to spit the life of his shit And after the event let the fans vibe with Smith So instead of thinking I'm some type of prick They would have compared me to George Bess With a part of gin Alex Ferguson's retirement Bobby Charlton Brian Kidd Ryan Giggs Eric Cantonar with the flying kick Cristiano Ronaldo David Beckham You know the magical players that played with Seven Ain't forgetting Torrey after reclaiming the second And basically what I'm saying in layman's bridging Is after I left Manning They would have labelled me a legend Your rap style is lazy They don't sleep on the phrases you wrote It's cos you basically coast And I'm not sure You look wavy Maybe it's the reef that's making you slow And your battleship sinking I see in your boat People say you're a joke And it's funny You act like a boy But you ain't staying afloat You have trouble So you stretch and reach and lock Which leaves the fire's puzzled And all that stretching and reaching, little man You're just going to end up pulling a back muscle And your last CD Showed further how your lines and verses stretched Food for fool I'm water white Look at the product I possess So I see Jesse Learning from the master But he's getting high instead So take my CD Take him free Take it free See how my words and rhymes connect? Now part And that's the Heisenberg effect Darn me You look broke as fuck So I know you're not unbawling You get rejected by the block every time Because they're not supporting You can't cross over You ain't got performance And you're too short And they're built for this shit Don't you remember the work that you got from Jordan? Who's seen a godfather? So watch how this scheme goes I'm more like a godfather Done veto So it's only right I son you, sonny But you ain't my seed, though You know, because he's son's sonny Where this seed's not ready to play My boys will take charge of Michael If you resort to blows This dopey brother was trying to cause a fray, though And talk in loaves Now technically, his uncle's about weights with those And he's faced our drowning in the lake With boats, place and toads I'm the master at these So even on my deathbed I'll be the godfather of schemes And then die in the garden Where my heart is at ease I'm walking, talking, highlight reel All of the time I'm talking, highlight reel All of the time Why your best clip Shorter than van Yeah? It's these And this is the London branch, please So after I bark These hard schemes This gross leaves Because I've got this punk in my hand Like a palm tree Bro, you'd say it's not successful Because you sit in your living room and make it That's how literally sold He had to bring it to the venue And force people to take it Got another bottle that came to talk about shotting Mixed with that joke, shit, cause I'm ginger Well, from now on I need to pick my opponent's right Like I'm getting busy on Tinder This pussy's getting beat by the glance watch Like I'm dicking a swinger, talk, shit See your iPhone, they'll remove locks with a flick of a finger You ain't a test lock, shit, that's up You ain't playing with bricks You see Lock George for trying to play with his bit And so he basically ain't shit It's only retired Now he's a little puppy who wants to be a man But that's what happens when you're raised by a bitch Facing this shit Cause you talk up swear like the league need locks We'll pick a top 50 We all see his name in a mix He only called himself a locksmith Cause when he's got kids he's the first to be breaking a myth He ain't made for this shit Beautiful, boss Breaking a myth, you ain't made for this shit Cause you do think we actually cared if you say fuck it and leave Whoever gave you the interest that you'd be in love with this league It's only retired And the only reason Don't Flop felt he had to invest in your interests Is cause they had love for your team and that's finished And Earthreece, that's like the tax man He only ever cared about the numbers that your company keep This bottle's like an old man with a slow jab first clone now When he throws hands, I fear no man He's just another bitch that talks bars I'm half expecting him to pole dance with bricks No chance to murder witness by the whole fans They'll see him hung up in Iran Don't need to carry him from the gateway That's the final scenes of Brody in Homeland The lock you're a grown man You talk on Twitter like the lead knees locked Yo, time's on Go on, wrap it up One sec, all right, cool Yes, mate Woo! All right, let's go Yeah, yeah, yeah Your type of chick Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry You ready? Yeah Your type of chick Bait type Type that takes whack with eight guys on a late night So go on Let it rain down as she drain pipe And it ends in your wardrobe So iron lock the cupboard Billie Jean is the name of your baby, Mum It's something that was uncovered But if I was you and I popped a rubber And the youth was discovered I would have just looked and said, Nope, Billie Jean is not my daughter You are the son of a gun Cos your mother is a dirty ratchet Baby, Mum, and you think that one's attractive? But bruv, she's had your prints But if I was you, I would have fucked and ducked After leaving a knot on the blanket So take this advice here Finding the love of your life is quite rare She's probably only with you cos you buy a gear And just because her name's Billie Jean Don't let her walk over you cos you're a white square References without spoiling it Cos even Billie Jean knew that this bum Would get lit up as soon as the crime was flipped Jeez Bruv, you're worse than me All I do is hear you Who is here, you whine So it's only right I do a little drinks Femme has also been seen pouring beer on land I'm the type of guy you don't want to box with Cos I'll dodge fist and hit you with that strong kick No nonsense like that I'm from John Smith Yes Make em see But if they did, you've got Smith God's gift And you and the fans have got some nerve Thinking I can't spit a proper verse Cos all I do is spill beer on clips And drop copper birds on top of nerves I should get a drink right now Spill it Let it drop Cos where I'm from That's how we commiserate a loss I've got a style that only 15 love So really this my verses But really should call me ace Because I stand behind my lines And deliver a wicked service And you're always acting all aggressive With your arms frantic moving But I don't believe that act is just stupid Cos you try drawing a prophet You don't have a believable executioner That stays performance like that Parachutein If someone gave you a gun You'd be your power shooting Or a badminton Get an airfield as I tire over him It's like you're in parachutein And the way I'm landing, smooth Cos I've got this in a bag like I'm parachutein Bruv, I told you You're not in my league You're just an average student Now you're looking all bathed and clueless Thinking you beat me Must have been a tad deluded But Brigzy, I told you You have to lose this All the events are happening, manny But the venue's backed out over the date spot Well that's cool That just means I get to come down south And get in your face around all of your mates Cos I'm here to shake the place up You'll see the ground crack as the stage shook I'm in London to cause devastation There'll be people in the bar Clicking I'm safe on Facebook And you're an actor or a rapper I think you need to choose your profession If I was an actor I'd make psychosis Direct me in his movie, you know Unit 11 I'd make him script me a newsy And start shooting the settings And then he'd crew that you're rapping You'll see blood splash Rip flesh Got a fettigrug obsession In fact, I'd let you choose a weapon Choose so I could remove it And push it through your intestines And pull it back through Like my feasties doing a lunar rip brushing Cos you can't Who are you stressing, Locke? Cos who are you stressing, Locke? All you talk about is writing and respect But no one respects what you write So now these bars are being questioned and locked up Cos all you talk about You say you push lines but never seen a bud So then bars are never referenced You've never seen a pen You've never seen a pencil And Rowan said the text saying it's in the capital Then let us rise at the start of a sentence See what I'm stressing is when I cap Locke You'll see that big character's fall short From the moment I press him And I know you like your football, Locke But I ain't here to talk about club names or red tops That's dead soft, I'm bringing head shots So let's talk I'm gonna kill him off the top Don't get it twisted at what you dread, Locke I'm in London for that same result So guess what? You wanna piece then draw We still end up with a dead Locke No time I win, yeah? Yeah, that's good Call that grime shit you do, be getting no love And besides that, everybody just sounds like Dizzy does You're an illegal young buddy Call it grind time or king of the dove