Facts Saint P Diss by Reece West Lyrics
[Intro]
Yo
Yeah, yeah, yeah
See, last year, I turned up to the clash one man deep
'Cause I'm a badboy skengman MC
Lyrics
This year
You all see what happened
And if man is a better MC, why'd you need to tweet it?
If you didn't lose, why are you doing a dub and a video?
Yeah, hear what I'm saying
I'm back, with the facts
[Verse]
Yeah, Saint Splash, your
Sister looks like Carlton Banks
None of your tunes do actually bang
PK holds up all your gang, you
Lazy, lie-in-public twang
Dash man down on the high road bang
Shave my hair and come back skinhead
Avatar airbend Saint P's face off
Catch one flight and ride that case off
My lot rap and do not say lots
Your lot talk, ride waves and sail off
E-T-S, I'll rip your face off
AJ writes your bars, you fake head
Lost in the force, we know this bait head
Not one MC thinks you're rated, ratings
Everybody knows you're faking
Sidididaint-di-daint
See, you are the sideman in your crew, I
Could've said Strally, yeah, he's poo too, I
Came for your neck and stared through you, no
Dance routine, that's them and you, no
Big Reece West will take on crews, I'll
Throw you on my ones with my lyrical four-five
Bare headbacks, front page of the news
(West, West, West)
See, that is the sound when Strally catch drop, I'll
Lick man down, eight-three, breeze off, my
Manager's like "yo, mate, ease off"
Fuck that, poom, face peel off, I'll
Grab up Saint and snap his halo
Ran man down with the sword like Halo
SB advanced Xbox locks
Truth is I am the chosen one, but
I am an opp, they block my powers
Turn Sith Lord, start slicing cowards
Rain on a man, bring April showers
I am the boss, start writing hours, I'll
Spin man round with lightning powers
Powerpuff Girls like hyping flowers, I'll
Spin your stem and stop acting sour
West, West, Saint P, this
Chimpanzee can't mess with Reecey
R-double-E is like ten times three, no
YGG, you're my YG
Turned up to the clash with a squad like Glee
One-on-one, he's shaking knees
Man ah stand stern, fuck fakery, so
Road get pied like bakery
It's West, West, blatant G, but
Let's talk facts, you've seen no traps and
Let's talk facts, in ends you lack, in
Camden, I've never see this lad, your
Nose does look like a bathroom tap, your
Girl's racks coming like bathroom mat
Go uni, write five thousand bars
Send man to the sky, start counting stars
Sky, but let's talk facts
Has Saint P ever removed that hat?
Under the hat there's probably a hat
That's under a hat, stop using that, his
Top lip's coming like [?]
[?] one cartoon clash
I'm Rambo, with a harpoon mash
Shh, shh, silence, lad
West, West, but let's talk facts
Reece wrote "bounce" '09, that's facts
I was in Camden lining packs, then
Touching cable, lining racks, dropped
Bounce in the dance, they wheeled that back
Back when Saint was a saint
Packing his pencil case
Can't draw me out of this stencil
Bounce, bounce, I am the final boss
West, show me the final cosh
Dosh, heard man lining shots
Punch man, strike like a flying bosh
Beckham and you know my team's posh
Writing bars then lining nosh
Washed, Saint P's lying lots
Claim be badman, more like rosh
West, heard man sending shots
Skrrr, send that vod on rocks
Bounce, R double spin kick drop
Colin McGreg, got tings on lock
Man can't hear them [?]
1Xtra, had dem man locked
Rinse FM, got wheels on wheels
Kiss FM, I'll spin this lot
West, West, man's pissed off
Like I went to the shop
Ribena, no straw, man got ripped off
Kiss my teeth while dem lot floss
Anyway, boarding pass [?] off
Back from the mountains, [?]
Slosh, dem man pair with Bosch
Washed, can't buy air [?]
Don't care where man was
Nike or Nike, moving pikey
True say that all my fam's in Ireland
Back from the mountains, barring tai chi
He's not my G, vibrate my G
When I'm on form, that's Ian Wrightey
Lightly, still air Kim and Kylie
Hannah Montana, now moving Miley
West, West, cor blimey
I heard Saint P don't like me
Doing this ting since the 1990s
You'll get the tiger, tiger, Wiley, yeah
Don't take lip like Kylie, try me
Draw my ting? Unlikely, tidy
Saint P can't stand by me
Sending Ps on the book can't buy me
Grimy, got Saint P hostage in the
Boot of the coupe, screaming "untie me"
Seen no greaze if you tried shine me
Know where I am, 'bout you can't find me
[?] like Riley's
They realised I wanna act feisty
Hannah Montana, now moving Miley
I ain't a sample, dem man try me
[Bridge]
Yeah, yeah, Saint dead
Call this my son's casket bed
Let's talk facts, you lying sheg
Mad at me for being me, see
You should try psychology, I'll
Come back Arnie, one-man army
Infrared, start seeing red, I'll
Lock on target, bomb like Charlie
West, Saint P, this
Big black ape can't clash with Reece, his
Hairline got left in '03, his
Cheeks do look like picked lychee, in
Twos and threes, I'll spin these dweebs
If he's cold, then I'm deep freeze
Greaze, hold this smoke and heat, see
I am the boss, I own your lease
[Outro]
Yeah?
Big rasclart Westy
What did I say?
Told man
Bully who?
West, West
Yo
Yeah, yeah, yeah
See, last year, I turned up to the clash one man deep
'Cause I'm a badboy skengman MC
Lyrics
This year
You all see what happened
And if man is a better MC, why'd you need to tweet it?
If you didn't lose, why are you doing a dub and a video?
Yeah, hear what I'm saying
I'm back, with the facts
[Verse]
Yeah, Saint Splash, your
Sister looks like Carlton Banks
None of your tunes do actually bang
PK holds up all your gang, you
Lazy, lie-in-public twang
Dash man down on the high road bang
Shave my hair and come back skinhead
Avatar airbend Saint P's face off
Catch one flight and ride that case off
My lot rap and do not say lots
Your lot talk, ride waves and sail off
E-T-S, I'll rip your face off
AJ writes your bars, you fake head
Lost in the force, we know this bait head
Not one MC thinks you're rated, ratings
Everybody knows you're faking
Sidididaint-di-daint
See, you are the sideman in your crew, I
Could've said Strally, yeah, he's poo too, I
Came for your neck and stared through you, no
Dance routine, that's them and you, no
Big Reece West will take on crews, I'll
Throw you on my ones with my lyrical four-five
Bare headbacks, front page of the news
(West, West, West)
See, that is the sound when Strally catch drop, I'll
Lick man down, eight-three, breeze off, my
Manager's like "yo, mate, ease off"
Fuck that, poom, face peel off, I'll
Grab up Saint and snap his halo
Ran man down with the sword like Halo
SB advanced Xbox locks
Truth is I am the chosen one, but
I am an opp, they block my powers
Turn Sith Lord, start slicing cowards
Rain on a man, bring April showers
I am the boss, start writing hours, I'll
Spin man round with lightning powers
Powerpuff Girls like hyping flowers, I'll
Spin your stem and stop acting sour
West, West, Saint P, this
Chimpanzee can't mess with Reecey
R-double-E is like ten times three, no
YGG, you're my YG
Turned up to the clash with a squad like Glee
One-on-one, he's shaking knees
Man ah stand stern, fuck fakery, so
Road get pied like bakery
It's West, West, blatant G, but
Let's talk facts, you've seen no traps and
Let's talk facts, in ends you lack, in
Camden, I've never see this lad, your
Nose does look like a bathroom tap, your
Girl's racks coming like bathroom mat
Go uni, write five thousand bars
Send man to the sky, start counting stars
Sky, but let's talk facts
Has Saint P ever removed that hat?
Under the hat there's probably a hat
That's under a hat, stop using that, his
Top lip's coming like [?]
[?] one cartoon clash
I'm Rambo, with a harpoon mash
Shh, shh, silence, lad
West, West, but let's talk facts
Reece wrote "bounce" '09, that's facts
I was in Camden lining packs, then
Touching cable, lining racks, dropped
Bounce in the dance, they wheeled that back
Back when Saint was a saint
Packing his pencil case
Can't draw me out of this stencil
Bounce, bounce, I am the final boss
West, show me the final cosh
Dosh, heard man lining shots
Punch man, strike like a flying bosh
Beckham and you know my team's posh
Writing bars then lining nosh
Washed, Saint P's lying lots
Claim be badman, more like rosh
West, heard man sending shots
Skrrr, send that vod on rocks
Bounce, R double spin kick drop
Colin McGreg, got tings on lock
Man can't hear them [?]
1Xtra, had dem man locked
Rinse FM, got wheels on wheels
Kiss FM, I'll spin this lot
West, West, man's pissed off
Like I went to the shop
Ribena, no straw, man got ripped off
Kiss my teeth while dem lot floss
Anyway, boarding pass [?] off
Back from the mountains, [?]
Slosh, dem man pair with Bosch
Washed, can't buy air [?]
Don't care where man was
Nike or Nike, moving pikey
True say that all my fam's in Ireland
Back from the mountains, barring tai chi
He's not my G, vibrate my G
When I'm on form, that's Ian Wrightey
Lightly, still air Kim and Kylie
Hannah Montana, now moving Miley
West, West, cor blimey
I heard Saint P don't like me
Doing this ting since the 1990s
You'll get the tiger, tiger, Wiley, yeah
Don't take lip like Kylie, try me
Draw my ting? Unlikely, tidy
Saint P can't stand by me
Sending Ps on the book can't buy me
Grimy, got Saint P hostage in the
Boot of the coupe, screaming "untie me"
Seen no greaze if you tried shine me
Know where I am, 'bout you can't find me
[?] like Riley's
They realised I wanna act feisty
Hannah Montana, now moving Miley
I ain't a sample, dem man try me
[Bridge]
Yeah, yeah, Saint dead
Call this my son's casket bed
Let's talk facts, you lying sheg
Mad at me for being me, see
You should try psychology, I'll
Come back Arnie, one-man army
Infrared, start seeing red, I'll
Lock on target, bomb like Charlie
West, Saint P, this
Big black ape can't clash with Reece, his
Hairline got left in '03, his
Cheeks do look like picked lychee, in
Twos and threes, I'll spin these dweebs
If he's cold, then I'm deep freeze
Greaze, hold this smoke and heat, see
I am the boss, I own your lease
[Outro]
Yeah?
Big rasclart Westy
What did I say?
Told man
Bully who?
West, West