Skits (UK) - Spirit Bomb (Remix) lyrics

[Intro] Ladies and gentlemen It's time to test the spirit bomb [Hook: AJ Tracey] In the trap with the press, whip and flex Brick phone in my right hand, Pyrex in my left Chef up the bomb ting, spirit bomb You n***as on a long ting, but I get it gone [Verse 1: Dave] Walk in the rave, frown on my face Drink in my hand, hand in my pouch Man talk greaze, man look left, look right Look straight to a bang in the mouth Man talk greaze, man see man in the flesh Man's saying "please just dead it" Man talk greaze in the whip Come out the car, coming like Niko Bellic Dickhead, I phone up like who want a pizza A flip blade or a sweetener heater To touch more skin than Mia Khalifa Man said "come round the corner", you're joking Man tryna talk like he's touching us Man best run when you see man come Son, you can get a tiger, tiger, tiger [Verse 2: AJ Tracey] It's a mad ting, AJ from the L-l with the hand ting Dust man down with the world war scram ting Girl's tryna free her pum pum on a fan ting Ten toes up, caught man, he was panting PRS could've paid for a Phantom And a home gym in a hillside mansion My bars make man take action Said they wanna ban my tunes like Banton But they can't ban me, I'll ban them No, they can't tan me, man'll just tan them Raised in the south just like FT Now I went and got FT on an anthem Take man's baby mum to that bando You want her back? Better give me that ransom Leg up by the stove when I chef that bomb ting Spread up the kitty, drip, drip, I'm handsome [Verse 3: PK] Show, show, I dropped the bomb, yeah When I come through, man are gonna lose their spirit Ain't got that blade? Then man have got the scissors Chef man, man'll get dead up in a minute Man ah get served up like chicken nuggets with the ketchup Know that the 'bré ain't kidding Think that I'm joking cause I look young? On my life, I'll make man swim with the fishes [Verse 4: Skits] Wait, let me hit my spliff One sec, let me sip my drink Heard some man wanna sink my ship Man'll get wetted up like kitchen sink Hide your wife, I'll pimp this chick Heard 'nuff gyal wanna drink my kids Hide your chain when you're in these bits Sick flow from time and I've been ill since Got a court case that's pending, damn Got a gold chain, no pendants, fam Shoutout Nike, seeding the kicks I'm feeling the kicks like pregnant gyal Just got a pack sent in from 'Dam Man do licks in a rented van Shut down shut, cut down cop Move that quick, let me count that gwop, what? [Hook: AJ Tracey] In the trap with the press, whip and flex Brick phone in my right hand, Pyrex in my left Chef up the bomb ting, spirit bomb You n***as on a long ting, but I get it gone [Verse 5: Central Cee] Came home with some brand new garms And my mum asking me how I get money Man's got the pony foot on my shoe Now people are moving funny I can't comprehend, when I touch mic Every beat that man hits get duppy I'm a top boy like Sully Your girl wanna s** on my co*k like dummy Ain't got a tool in my pouch But I've got two bags and a phone full of digits, fam Don't get it twisted, fam Mysterious vibes in the Mystic clan Got a peng ting in my crib right now And she chef up the bomb ting, easy, straight Man's on my own till you see me, mate Only Ps we chase [Verse 6: Merky ACE & Cadell] Bare man talking 'bout cheffing and they don't whip Talk about their nizzy and coke [?] Gun slap, I don't wanna look like you, I wanna break bread with the strip That's why you might catch me and Cads in the cut like slit (deya!) And I've got my '08 swag again Undercover, might spend a couple bags on them If I k** a career, get an ambulance But don't think you're surviving Aim for the k** and my man's riding Can't see dem man cuh they're hiding Got it on me now in the studio, violent Deep blue sea, avoiding Trident [Verse 7: Drifter] Look, know the ropes or get tied up Badman? Tell him he's not Tell him he's washed, I was out ducking from the feds In the rucksack, had a likkle box f** what it cost, got it for the low like limbo True say, I know a couple plugs, man are tuned in Trap line booming True say all the cats need grooming, trust me Cuh man were never eating right, had bare lumps in that gravy Bare lumps in that custard [?] hotdogs without buns, without no mustard Cuh man ah man were grinding Really out here grinding Swear I had to put time in Dem man dere never put time in [Verse 8: Capo Lee] Yeah, spirit bomb I thought the feds weren't on my case But then I went jail cause I read it wrong Live in the studio, making tunes But deep in the trap where I'm heading from Got a good heart, fell in wrong No throwaway lines till I'm singing songs I'm a whole brick, you're a scented bong Yeah, Capo C-A-P-O, see more than a Z Could've shot me a fed, that's a war on my head Paranoid when it bangs, hands over the cells I've got the cats all safe Cuh me, I don't deal with the random sales How you in the trap 24? When I look at my phone, you're online just bantering girls [Verse 9: Trims] They know my ting be proper Juug house, my trap is proper 10/10, my ting come proper Brown ones, my b**h look proper Ring bells, my name is proper No shorts, my cats come proper Shoebox, my stack looks proper Tell man I do this proper Brick phone in my right hand Man have got 'nuff cats on my Nokia Don't move naughty, [?] with the 40 That ting sounds like a chopper Man know me, can't lack in the rave Bro, that's word to the scar on my face Brick in the whip, man caught man a chain AJ dealt like bro from the Lane [Hook: AJ Tracey] In the trap with the press, whip and flex Brick phone in my right hand, Pyrex in my left Chef up the bomb ting, spirit bomb You n***as on a long ting, but I get it gone