Sk**ioso - It's Bedtime lyrics

[Intro] Who said I can't clash no more? Who said I can't clash no more? [Verse 1] I'm on this reckless ting and I will be until my necklace blings Holler at your n***a Black The Ripper Everyone knows I rep this thing My attitude's been stink from early You man ain't worthy, you heard me? I wear bare faced things, not Burberry I leave that to Deadly you get me Certain man should be ashamed You been here for years still get air That's officially waste Plus, you ain't got one CD to your name And on the other hand you got other mans like Doller Who make bare CDs to give away as freebies Cause no-one buys 'em, no-one likes him Dynamic you f*ggot how dare you Chat like a [?], look at your hairdo You're too friendly I'll just send Onyx and Dezzy to scare you Tell Rage not to give you food Tell T I'm not in the mood Tell G to cook me food Then get Charlie to drop me stooge Anyone I'm done with you, I'm looking for the top boy in a big crew I don't know how you rep N9 when no-one in N9 respects you And Doller, you deleted your MySpace due to a lack of views Don't lie, I know the facts is true, I won't lie Edmonton mandem do not back you And Deadly, there's no way you're ahead of me I remember at [?] when you tried breddin' me To get on your track but I knew you were swag f** you and your collab I heard Pabz is your new dad How can you call me racist when I've got more white fans than you have? You can't take it, oh well too bad All three of you are swag Spitting sh** bars that you can't back You can't hack Black in full effect I'll rip that tattoo off your neck for disrespect You live in witness protect Don't try steppin', you'll die reppin You ain't Edmonton's finest kid, you're Edmonton's finest snitch Nobody knows who Ryan is And Deadly Nights just don't exist Doller the Dustman thinks he's repping because he had his face on Base for a second He's waste I reckon, his mixtapes ain't selling He said I shout, but he's a clown, I sweat him Jumping up and down I'm sending, I'm sending, I can't stop sending Even his girlie knows that I'll end him This track's nothing but the facts I keep it real I ain't known for pretending I hate commotion, and fake MCs calling out my name for promotion Doller, Ryan, Deadly, goodnight Doller you're the oldest in your crew And Revolver is better than you You're the worst MC on Risky Roadz 2 Don't lie we all got eyes You got bare bars, none of em rhyme Flows all slow and out of time Now you wanna chat crap about clash Black Cuzzy you must be outta your mind And I sting like a black jack, pick up the five If you wanna clash Black then get in line I got about nine, sh** MCs trying to get at me but their dying DJ sort out your hairline, you live in Bow, how you repping N9? You're career died don't try and end mine Now go to sleep, it's bedtime And as for you Ryan, you don't wanna warn me I would get deeper but Doller done that for me No one rates you, everyone hates you Cuz you're a fool like the first of April When you go [?] nobody tapes you Don't send for the guy that raised you and made you That's f**ing ungrateful Wait wait wait wait come off all that This [?] you brought a hoody and a strap Then forgot that he gets bullied by Natz You're f**in with irate goons I don't know why you're watchin my MySpace views You're a hatin snake and I'm way past you I heard you're tune it was sh**e Good try, now go sleep, it's bedtime And Deadly you're the sh**test one You made a tune five minutes long You're five years older than me And still nowhere near known as me You ain't even known in East 25 but you sound 15 That's 10 years younger, where's your hunger You ain't even made one CD When I see you're girl, I'mma slap her bumper I heard she was feeling black You're a cat when I come ask for it on the carpet I don't know why you started, now get this [?] buried in Hackney Marshes You ain't the hardest you're a amateur You ain't an artist or a battler You ain't Deadly you're a dead guy Now it's bedtime [Outro] You pussies! What?! Who wants it?! Black The Ripper Samson, Samson You know what? Big up Ray Man MSN Big up Natz, you're my boy you got my f**ing back I know But where shall I start: Dynamic, seriously? How can you try and call me out cause I said I'm Edmonton's finest? Who are you to even argue? You live in Dagenham cuz! f** off, bruv, stop talking to me. You're not levelling, bruv. Shut up bruv, you're a fan. Seriously Next man, Doller. You know what I give you ratings And you've made bear CDs but you're sh** though, cuz. That's why I'm talking to you like this, you're actually not good either bruv Start rhyming. And tighten up your f**ing flow! You spitting about 4 years before me you know fam? And I flew past you And Deadly, how dare you call me racist, bruv? That's a big statement you know You're from Hackney, and no-one in East has heard of you, no-one in Hackney has heard of you Seriously, you're 26-years old, 25-years old and you're speaking to me? I'm 20 blud Seriously, get a life, grow up. You sound like an old-school emcee (Ha) Doller, you made about 13 mixtapes you sold about 100 units You're a joker. Seriously. I've released one CD And Dynamic how many units you moved? (ZERO!) Deadly how many units have you moved? (ZERO!) So why the f** you lot talking to me? (I DON'T KNOW!) All three of you are waste I'm already in 2008 Black Magic Entertainment Holler Black Volume 2, watch