[ROUND 1]

[Verse: Cadell]
Stop acting, hand out right hooks
If you're Novelist write books
Me I make P's
How does your life look?
Might smoke trees so take a leaf out of my book
Don't need Philly 'cause I ain't from Bywood
Man better touch wood that I don't fly wood
Call me a young G, realest in my hood
Never had touchy man hands on my hood
Life you ain't about that
My name's Cadell Cowie rowdy with rats
My man thinks his flow can attack
But I did it how they didn't wanna do it in fact

(Wheel up)

When I cuss them snakes I don't trust them
Don't call me my man I ain't your husband
Fuck one-for-one I'll go one-for-ten
All ten will get rushed
And rush more to rushland

(Wheel up)
Stop acting like hand out right hooks
If you're Novelist write books
Me I make P's
How doеs your life look?
Might smoke trees so take a lеaf out of my book
Don't need Philly 'cause I ain't from Bywood
Man better touch wood that I don't fly wood
Call me a young G, realest in my hood
Never had touchy man hands on my hood
Don't act like you get gyal in
Your white girls look like Bilbo Baggins
Your black girls walk 'round tits all sagging
You ain't the best in your bits you're gassing
Grew up in E3, home of the gang ting
Got skills so I use tekkers when I bang tings
Got a young brudda on killers so I brang him
And made sure that I rang him

[Verse: Novelist]
I'm a brick wall, you're a fence
I'm a box of food you're a Z
All this music talk about label I'm hearing that he got signed for a Benz
Dead, your crew is dead
It's more dead than the shape of your head

(Wheel up)
I'm a brick wall, you're a fence
I'm a box of food you're a Z
All this music talk about label I'm hearing that you got signed for a Benz
That's, that's, that's dead
It's more dead than the shape of your head
Best need to sit down
Put your lips down
£2 mix-downs
You man get
Grime scene ain't gonna let you in
Don't care about your invasion link
'Cah, them man are sick
You're just shit
My yute try say "Tiger, tiger"
But I heard you wear leopard print

(Wheel up)

I'm a brick wall, you're a fence
I'm a box of food you're a Z
All this music talk about label I'm hearing that you got signed for a Benz
That's dead, that's dead
It's more dead than the shape of your head
Best need to sit down
Put your lips down
£2 mix-downs
You man get
Grime scene ain't gonna let you in
Don't care about your invasion link
Them man are sick
You're not big
My yute try say "Tiger, tiger"
But I heard you wear leopard print
Novelist, fuck your Deptford link
Novelist, and I'm back, back
Your barber needs to come back and trim
I ain't heard a sick bar in a while
You're like the black guy in 8 Mile
You can't release a mixtape on iTunes
Wiley'll leak that in a .zip file
That's a shit file
C-A-D, you're a likkle batty
Family I heard that you-
[Verse: Cadell]
Me I tell a man straight
Fuck what you heard
My side ain't no wannabe goons
Girls on your side follow me too
N***as on your side holla me too
Can't ever tell a badboy about tweets
Hold tight your wife, she follows me too

(Wheel up)

[Verse: Cadell]
Me I tell a man straight
Fuck what you heard
My side ain't no wannabe goons
Girls on your side follow me too
N***as on your side holla me too
Can't ever tell a badboy about tweets
Hold tight your wife, she follows me too
Until my man stepped inside
Them man thought it was gonna be goons
I will jack boys and I'll wrap boys in the room
Colt .45 no toys in the room
Why could I hear your noise in the room?
Didn't wanna hear your noise in the room
You snooze you lose
So winners we can move
My team's like Noah's Ark ride with a tube
Real, can't never ever get a wheel
Can't tell me about no chill

[Verse: Novelist]
In a ditch is where you're gonna end up
Don't talk about my face 'cah how can your lips be hencher than webster?

(Wheel up)

Don't say a basic bar about clothes
How could you chat to me about lyrics?
You don't have a penny, the only paper you got in your pocket is a bus ticket
Heard your style, bars are wack
You can't spit, lips are fat
Your teeth are yellow like you been biting on a highlighter before the clash
Sideman, you sound like a cockney white man
Yo fam, you're not real like the yats in thailand
She-male organs, dem are inside man
My flow, I heard took a bite man
That you like man
You're a gay man
I'll slap man straight in his face fam
Like, you're better than what?
Shut your mouth you will get boxed
You can't stay in my shoes like socks
Ayo


[ROUND 2]


[Verse: Cadell]
Why does he think he's hard?
I'm a class A, he's in a B class
Might spray three bars then I recharge
Straight to the four-bar spitting more bars
Shame nobody laughed at your bars
Wouldn't get seen on road with your dargs
Tell a boy wagwan for your raasclaart
Look at his glasses, any half-heart?

(Wheel up)

[Verse: Novelist]
Fire in the booth, fire in the booth
You're not, you're not fire in the booth
When I touch mic I get bare wheels
You come like flat tires in the booth
Your mandem are like sunskin
Talk about dough, but you're skint
Look at his clothes, look at his lips
I can't tell what's bigger in width
For the raas, for the raas, when I step on
Tings get nuts on the mic when I step on
Thinking you're hard 'cause you got couple bars
Manna write a sick bar, reload in a second
Manaman ain't shook 'cause you're holding a weapon
I text your wifey, take her in a second
Beef kicks off likkle man like Tekken
Man have been writing bars from year seven

[Verse: Cadell]
And yeah you can, lack defence just like the hotspurs in Tottenham
Can't tell me about bars 'cause I got them
MC's wanna talk greaze 'til I hot them
Did it how they didn't wanna do it but I done it with class
Never had love for the Ofsted
You want war? Bring it on with your long head

(Wheel up)

And yeah you can attack but you lack defence just like the hotspurs in Tottenham
Can't tell me about bars 'cause I got them
MC's wanna talk greaze 'til I hot them
Did it how they didn't wanna do it but I done it with class
Never had love for the Ofsted
You want war? Bring it on with your long head
I'll spin, spin against spin any don on mic 'til there ain't no dons left
Won't connect I got them
That's in abundance, from oldest down to youngest
I done this, one-hundred
Whine out you will get punctured
And it gets realer than that
You're not the blue, let alone green on your back
Me I'm all ready
You know what I'm meaning for that

[Verse: Novelist]
C-A-D you're a likkle MC
C-A-D can't spit like me
C-A-D wants to be like Nov?
C-A-D is a C-A-T
B-O-W that's your team
B-O-W we are gonna see
B-O-W? Nah fuck that
You're a B-O-W-C-A-T

(Wheel up)

C-A-D you're a likkle MC
C-A-D can't spit like me
C-A-D wants to be like Nov?
C-A-D is a C-A-T
B-O-W that's your team
B-O-W we are gonna see
B-O-W? Nah fuck that
You're a B-O-W-C-A-T
Next man, fart and put the blame on next man
Too rude get kicked out of your house
You got a girl but you try call Jez man
You won't see me jamming with this one
I bummed him, you got a big one
And it looks way heavy to lift up
I spit but you're shaking your lips off stop that

[Verse: Cadell]
Way too many sixteens, half of it's weak
Yeah, you're hard on beats
Man are chatting and bragging about pardon me
I talk rough because I'm the star on street
Hold your chest on the road in south
Me I'm the best coming out of east
Yo, listen
Heard he loves getting money from prostitution
Shaking his ass on street
I like the last bar, other bars are weak
I been about before, shut your mouth don't speak
Sisters don't leave me around them
When I link gyaldem, gyaldem leak
Me and my squad ain't you and your squad
You look like the young blackrounder's teeth


[ROUND 3/FINAL ROUND]


[Verse: Cadell]
Let me start off with a bang, shut up
Rudeboy you're not bad, shut up
Spin a man straight then put my tunes on like giving man weight
Slap to the forehead somebody told me
Shortbreads, I ain't no likkle man cake
If you don't mix I'll spin a man's face
It's been so long that, you can't advise me on how to get a man payed
I will get a man down if I aim one lyric
Someone's looking for love I don't give it
Never went down for a minute
Never hear me say "Back in a minute"
Told them don't tell me about money I get it
And yeah I spend night on the road
But if I go mersh the hood I still rep it

[Verse: Novelist]
Your don thinks he's Drake
Your guy thinks he's Wayne
And you think you're the tiger, tiger but you're fake
Why not Wiley, why not Birdman
Grouping with his ex
Your don kiss my breh's ain't into that

It's N-O-V I'm the realest
Man don't know wagwan like the prelim
My man said that I'm gonna get bunned
So I locked off his marge's central heating
Them boy there can't jump on a greaze ting
Get roasted without the seasoning
Beef me? Beef who? Are you dumb?
You will get a Nigerian pair of beatings blud
But I ain't chatting 'bout draw my blood
Hook to the nasal too much blood
Man ah get bare uppercuts, jabs, leave man shouting "'Llow it Novs"
Swing, dodge I'll slap man blud
Don't ever dare try step in my face or talk like say that me and you's buds
Nah, fam, I ain't your cuz

[Verse: Cadell]
No need to pretend
I had to take time to laugh at each head
Man ah badman, for the heart of the east-end
Don't wanna be friends with none of his friends

(Wheel up)

No need to pretend
I had to take time to laugh at each head
Man ah badman, for the heart of the east-end
Don't wanna be friends with none of his friends
He bends over for half his friends
Team fuckboy they rep his ends
Them man like to give next man head
I beat up the pum-pum left it dead
Yeah who gets the gyaldem? Yes it's I
[?] Bust in your exe's eye

(Wheel up)

I'm not the guy that you wanna start with fam
I'm not shook, swing hooks or spar a man
You can't talk about your workrate
Manaman are lazy like the Marga banged
Can't take me for a puss man
I'm not sweet or small like garden mans
You man talk gas
You're all gas nothing like when I shake half a can
Feel the bass in your chest
After that phone call, man better answer back
I'm old school no rules and I'll start the clash
Aye, suck your mum I'll red card a man
Nuff laugh man
Tune so sick you'll uppercut your nan
I get dark I bite I bark
And I make more bars than a mobile charger can

[Verse: Cadell]
I'm sure that he was talking 'bout guns and all that chief
Truth is I spoke to the donny's on your block
I ain't heard of your four-man team
I don't support that chief so worse comes to worse I might have to bore that chief
Better yet you can never make it a ting
I don't support that

[Verse: Novelist]
It's that, it's that
N-O-V and I'm back it's that
Man ah said ah bredda don't chat it's that
You'll see me on the road with a yat it's that
N-O-V and I'm back it's that
Man ah said ah bredda don't chat it's that
You'll see me on the road with a yat it's that
On the back of the bus
Saw Cadell on the back of the bus
Talking crap on the back of the bus
He got jacked on the back of the
Wifeys got slapped on the back of the bus
But he, didn't do jack on the back of the bus
Try call Wiley on the back of the bus
He was looking at man on the back of the bus

[Verse: Cadell]
Hot like holidays in the summer days
That I spent on the block
Hot like the ends when I ended them off
Told them don't tell me about paper
One phone call is the end to the lock
End of the plot, end of the drop
Beast on a mic but a young boss on the block