I eat rappers for breakfast; Corn Flakes
I'm on my own ting; you're on Drake's
Who can flow 64s in one take?
I can flow 3000; Andre
You rappers are washed up; laundry
Cold panties and bras; lingerie
No I won't front; I've sold yay
But I ain't effin' with that sh**; no way
Rappers are on crack
They're claiming it's peng when the song's whack
I'm giving you real life on track
Certain man need to get their life on track
But rap isn't for everyone; that's one fact
Like that; being black could get you lynched
By they that came to Africa to pinch
They came and took everything; the kitchen sink!
Now they type L-O-L; laugh out loud
Who's got the last of laughs? Dark and proud
Turn up your master blaster, so loud
Now I'm the master blastin', they've sold out
Whoever's up on a war ting get blown out
Can't you hear what I'm chanting? I've grown out
Got darker like plantin'; oh wow
Them dargs are just barkin' my old style
From Scotland down to Barking, I'm known now
You can tell I been grafting; got no nails
I've stepped my hustle up; got gold scales
Now the balance is right; I get more sales
The swagger is tight; I get more girls
But girls love money; I need more pearls
My name be ringin' like four bells
You can find me on the beach; shore shells
Some of these mans are snitchin', but you don't tell
Nah, even if you get nicked, got no bail
Livin' in sh**; lonely in the cell
You still look at the judge; tell him go to hell
Some of these mans are snitch n***as but you can't tell
'Cus you're under the vibes; cartel
Lick 'em up in the crib; Martel
But when they're signing statements it's heartfelt!
Rappers are so late
They're rockin' them watches, but it's gold plate
Watch me rock 'til I get gold play
Shoulda went platinum but I'm so straight!
Let me shout out my sisters; no lay
Lioness, Mz. Bratt, Naomi
Baby Blue, Stush, Shystie
You ain't finding another brother that's like me
That's unlikely
Anything moving anti's not like me
But when you're talking a shanty, that's like me
When rappers fail to rap they do Plan B
Well you know I'm an MC, I've taught ya
Don't get dark with me, I will torture
When I was signed with Polydor it was torture
sh**, that could have been me, but now it's Scorcher!
And that's just real talk
They say, "Is he rasta? Is he Christian?"
They say I look m**m! Can you look Islam?
I'm just dealing with love; word is bond!
Yes I'm a teacher
I make grime CDs with not a feature
Got better res of artists I'm an achiever
So you can say what you want; I'm a believer
They say world is a prison to the faithful
And paradise for the ungrateful
Well I'm goin' and goin' until my plate's full
I keep showin' and flowin' so f** a label
I've signed my self to myself, I soon sign cheques
I'm moving as well; I fly jets
I've seen improvement; not G5 yet
I'm on a easy ting; don't watch my steps!
All my steps have got Gs on 'em; fly creps
'Cus they came on a plane; direct
Straight from Spain; Madrid
You can't hate; Hundred and eighty quid!
Now who's the flyest of them all? Durrty
My mirror up on the wall heard me
When mans look in the mirror it's dirty!
Now who's looking at life? Thirty!
And who be rocking these mics superbly?
'Til badman wanna fight and merk me?
Birdy
It's real, it's Durrty!
I make exclusive steps; Nike
And tick rappers off; they don't like me!
Five years back I was stripey
I watched the whole bloody industry bite me!
Now I'm five years ahead; who's beside me?
Who's really spitting that peng, besides me?
I make foreigners wanna come sightseeing
'Cus they're honouring tight MCing
I heard a rapper got signed and he bought a B-M
His album's whack though, I wouldn't wanna be him
Long as my brothers in I'ma say, "Free him!"
Like if you keep coming for sniff, I'ma stay skiing
I'm far from a snake
But rappers spitting that truth are harder to break
Said it takes a little more time
And I've got none to concentrate on your grind
Plus you're all quick to snitch and call the law line
Let's have a battle with albums; it's war time
You lot are bait like rebore nines
They imitate with poor rhymes!
Some rappers are thugs; some need a bigs
Some rappers sell d**; some need a mix
Some rappers record; some need a fix
So when you sum it up some of them are sh**
So when you take away their clothes they got no flows
Add up the bars; they've spent too many on garms
But this time's me; I add work
'Cus when I add it all up, that's an advert
It's Durrty Goodz the brand
Let me break it down so you understand
I break it down like I'm talking to a younger man
Embarra** any rapper like his mumma can
These yoots wanna tell me 'bout they run a gang?
I'm old skool; I'll show you about running man
Rodigan; honeygan
Listen, don't get me involved in your shenanigans!
Rappers hate that I'm the man again
And they're window shopping; mannequins
Yoot; look inside yourself, see man are kings
'Cus you boys ain't living right; all you man are sin
They say the business has no place for the righteous
I guess that's none of my business; we're writers
I pay solicitors to sort what's behind us
And spray lyrics so you listen to the rhymers
And it's been a minute now; we're grinders
I never give up 'cus I know I sound timeless
Rappers can't show me what the time is
These ain't your regular bars; these are hyrids
You see, to me they're all swagging it
They ain't really saying nuttin'; they're blagging it
I'm just trying to show the girls where the magic is
Don't let me have to show the world what a tragic is
I see rappers blowing up; I ain't panicking
I been doing shows in Europe, travelling
I been Prague, Croatia, Sweden
France and Italy, squeezin'
Not to mention Ireland and Denmark
And that shows it's real; no pretend art
I've had rappers biting me like ten sharks
Some are never gonna bust like pretend Glocks
I hear rappers talk like they know me
So I let rappers hear me talk like they owe me
I make 'em sound like a serial phoney
I've only got good material; Stoney
Durrty Goodz the imperial OG
Flowin' like minerals in '03
Became grime general in '07
Showin' the levels in 2-0-11
Rappers are like, "What?!"
And screw 'cus I be tight like bike nuts
A road runner; my cabin it's full of street cops
'Cus I'm crazy with rap; I make the beat nuts
So don't get me wrong
No other British rapper's better on a song
No disrespect to rappers that be getting on
But if I spat over your track we wouldn't get along
I'm just showing them stars and separation
So if you're whack this bar's a dedication
So many rappers have a lack of education
I'll wrap up everybody; no segregation
You know what's funny; when I say something positive
In my lyrics, the kids don't wanna honour it
But when I say something that's controversial
I get mans from Universal, hollerin'
Looking for me on the Twitter; followin'
But they can't trick me into sh**-swallowin'
This is for them little tuggies unfollowin'
It's time to be a wise man; King Solomon
I treat rappers like trees
Burn 'em and blow 'em in the breeze
Chop 'em up; throw away their seeds
Put 'em out 'cus they don't wanna read
And I've had enough, I know what I need
I'm a pro I can flow with no weed
I sound wicked with bars of slow speed
And if I skip other man are so peed
I am the riddim cus I know about greed
These creep n***as don't know about me
And where I'm coming from it's so about me
The product of the environment is me
I know the top ten in the industry
They're signed and they don't know about 3
I run my own business; show a man the P
This independent man will blow 'em out free
Effin' with Durrty Goodz, I will singe ya
These lot are rappin' over beats that will cringe ya
I'm tryna use my singles for my ringer
If you don't like it then kiss my middle finger
While I'm kissing pretty birds; flaminga
They're spittin' sh**ty verses; breath stinker
If she's on the ting I'm a link her
And I always get it in; I'm a sinker
See I'm just tryna see the papes
From everywhere; get those overseas babes
'Cus girls abroad got a little culture in 'em
Certain gyal from my ends got the vulture in 'em
It won't even be worth it goin' and approachin' 'em
Some would lie for the co*k; that's the roach in 'em
Some just want notes; if you ain't holdin' 'em
They'll be s**in' next blokes that wanna roll with 'em
I find it sad money's controllin' 'em
They'll diss their baby's dad; cut the soul in 'em
'Cus man will flush bucks for the who*e in 'em
'Til he's done bust and he sees the who*e in 'em
Won't even spend another second on the phone with 'em
They'll still check you if you s** like you're owin' 'em
There's daughter's growin', dad's better start sewin' 'em
Or else they'll just grow up doin' what their mother's showin' 'em
Act like I'm tryna be a role model
The role models ain't getting no models!
The models come with the dough and the bottles
The cars; the lights; the stars
My heads hot like when you light cigars
And I'll bedrock a Nicki Minaj
So these bars are like straight sabotage
Dem cyan't see me 'pon beat; I camouflage
I'm tryna show Rihanna that I'm so hard
I'll flow all over a piano and a bra**
This man is like a wild animal on gra**
And you can get wet like s**ing in the bath
F the industry; I won't smile on your behalf
But when I see you at the Grammies, I'll laugh
At all you whack rappers from the past
Tryna take snaps at me 'cus I'm off
Who's live on the riddim and who made the scene die out; labels
Got 'em sounding funny and doing out things I'd never try out on my A-Hole
I eat rappers with my mouth dem boys know whenever I'm about it's fatal
I munch on rappers by the bunches, thugs, I'll split in half like a bagel
I can see the mainstream; I'm in the street; I can climb out; I'm able
Manna saying that I'm never gonna make it; I'm like yo, them man are ungrateful
I bless these beats; they call me the man above; I'm thankful
You got a new album coming out? Overall, it's a tankful
I want X amount of paper; this year I won't stop 'til the bank's full
So if you don't know about DG, this is 3.3 on the Key Key
I'm a on-point MC, so if I can't join in I won't envy
I'm a beat them on a mic, defeat who wanna fight
Many MCs, I ain't gonna lie
'Cus many man be lyin' on the mic
My punches are the iron in the mic
Last year man tried walk in my shoes
This year mans ain't tryin' on my Nike
Rappers are catchin' bars, I paralyze all these artists
Your singles are flatter than Ferraris
I mingle after rappin' at the parties
Birds are on me like the back of my Armanis
I'm wrappin' up a whole pack of artists
They want you downloading a stack of garbage
'Cus it won't move in the Black Market
This year I'm shooting on target
It's firing time
You don't wanna stand in the firing line
No levels are higher than mine
That's why them man are admiring mine
Don't ask me what I think of the scene
'Cus me and man are pirates in grime
And no I ain't gotta join in your team
Durrty Goodz is the name brand machine
I'ma expand the right for the cream
Execute plans, for man has a dream
When I flood the streets I make fire rivers
Imagine me swimming in the mainstream
With the wisdom of a wise man
The energy like I was 18
The clarity of a MC
With the knowledge of a slave set free
Some man are on stage locked with a key
But when I'm on stage I got it locked 'cus I'm me
All I really need now is promotion
I'm in the studio rollin' the potion
Should be doing shows over the ocean
'Cus these flows ain't showin' no emotion
I got the food right here ready roastin'
Don't let me show a man about toastin'
'Cus manna badder den dem, no boastin'
Don't you know Goodz? I'm a East Coast King!
Dem manna bad on the net; keep postin'
Act like a cigarette I will smoke him!
I got fire that will light up your whole skin
Bars will burst through the beat when it's postin'
They can't show a OG about road ting
So they pray on my downfall; hoping
And they keep to their lies; Pinocchin'
All your bars are pork pies; you're joking!
If you hear a man say, "f** Durrty"
Cut 'em off cah they're untrustworthy
Your manna beena done from early
You can tell cah their flows so curly
Summa dem are soundin' so so girly
I'm a hot pro; summa dem are learnin'
Got hot bars; summa dem are burnin'
Like babylon, tables are turnin'
Every day there's cases adjournin'
Many ways that the papers are earnin'
I'm heard on the airwaves, surfin'
Certain man cyan't get a word in
Everywhere I go now, everybody's heard him
I keep effin' up the game; no virgin
A bredda's gonna get pegged, for certain
They all chase me, so I draw curtains
I'm a big mic man, summa dem are smurfin'
And couldn't come around me; I will turf 'em
See the blessed don't fret when ya cursin'
When I'm done with a verse, beats need nursin'
Anywhere I go, it's a burial
For them whack n***as comin' through your stereo
Oh, you wanna chat, what's the scenario?
London manna rough like
I'm a MC, nuffa dem are talkin'
This is DG; Don Gargon
'Cus I done grime in a dark garden
Like Dolce & Gabba does garments
I put the lyric in the flow; no jargon
Spitters if you want it let me know, pardon
They want a name off of me, I par dem
With a line for your head, a partin'
See when I rhyme I'm ahead by a margin
New bars put the gap in, largin'
Gave you an album; Three was a bargain
But you're gonna buy; overall I'm barsin'
Anybody in my way I'ma pa** him
Just when you thought I wouldn't spray, I'm blastin'
And I'm taking what I want; no askin'
And I'ma do it all live, no maskin'
'Cus I know what I do, I been masterin'
I been listening to n***as that been laughin'
When they try me I put 'em in a coffin
I keep wrappin' up heads; Bin Laden
Girls wanna give me head for the stardom
Some I bed, some of dem I never call 'em
Gal are sayin' that my hood's like Harlem
You can get it any time in the mornin'!
Some man are petty cah they're rhymin' appallin'
And they're never there when grime be fallin'
So they end up behind me stallin'
I leave badminded man crawlin'
Every time I wanna shine, mans wanna war 'im
I just wanna live life; tourin'
Big mans in on a grime forum
Rudeboy, I'm on a grind; scorin'
I got so many designs; pourin'
Sound but you need to go and resign; you're borin'
Some of them are sellin' it out
They're all upset now I'm tellin' it out; sorry
All I want is my money, power and glory
I'm a real bredda and I'm proud of my story
Could you name an MC that could floor me?
Write a list; there's nobody before me!
My bredda is a grime icon; surely
And I got crazy cousins; Corey
Mans never said nuttin' when they saw me
'Cus deep down man are votin' for me!
My flows lightning and my bars are stormy
They're wet, you won't get your wifey horny
Flows are bussin' in the beat with the orgy
Look, they can't reply, if I ever reply
I end 'em with surprise and peng the supply
Hang them in a poison pen, settle the bite
Standardly, manna got fire for sadder mites
Angrily, Durrty be flyin' on any mic
Rampin' with man'll go flyer than any kite
I'm amped up and I ain't puttin' in any hype
'Cus on sight I'll be buryin' any guy