MCLT - Don't Dare Me! - Music Video (With Lyrics)

Real deal Navy Seal Pray they will When I make ’em kneel
Pain you'll feel Before your grave gets sealed
Bury fools deep In a Yorkshire field
These heavy boots You divs will never fill
Be cautiously still The mortuary’s filled there's
Morgues full of corpses that, I already killed
Using saws and a drill It’s all such a thrill
A nuisance, I do things You lose limbs
if you choosing to be dumb stupid
I'm a butcher that'll cut ya
Then crush ya, stuff ya, put cha in to two bins
(get thinking let that shit sink in)
I don’t give a shit where these pricks come from
Manny, Brum, Hull or Greenwich, London
You done debating me son? I won, I’m still king of the kingdom
This my dominion so, go, (FUCK YOUR OPINION}
look at the score, awwwwww
I'm winnin' em
Yeah I bin there, bruv
Sin their stuff
Wore the T-shirt, hat, scarf and gloves
I've Had slags, cars and drugs
More cash than Barclays does
More jam than Hartley’s, cuz
More bars than Cadbury’s,
By and large, when my rhymes are carved
They’re savage, cause damage and
they're way above average bruv
They talk that trash, black sacks of garbage
Yap yap yap — just crap from arses
Don’t ask us ‘bout these MCs
Please, G cuss — you won’t like my answer
They're allll, just a bunch a wankers (see, I told ya)

(Chorus) x2
Don't dare me
ya better be wary
you don't scare me
ya not even scary (ha ha)
When me n ma boys turn on our toys
we show em how to play
I'd rate any cunt that's got enough front
to try n stand in R way


(Verse 2)
Aww what a pity — city full o’ gimmicks, I’m the realest in it,
Killin’ every mimic in a minute, I’m infinite — pivotin’ different.
Haters trippin’, slippin’ got zip on me,
They think they know the script? Wait till the grip on me
(BITCH please!)
I’m a missile with the mission, my precision’s in my rhythm,
Lyrical technician I bench press bars like I’m liftin’.
Slick with delivery, quick with agility,
Click-click, spit-shift twistin' the syllables viciously lyrical.
Hostility sensed I’m dense with the menace,
They tense in my presence, pretendin’ they venomous
But they feminine when I step in the premises,
Talk big online in the flesh, it’s affectionate.
Dissin’ me, wishin’ me harm — they ain’t hittin’ me physically,
Fictional enemies, kissin’ my ass while they mimic me.
Spittin’ my bars, they starstruck, hard luck
Actin’ like brothers, but I know they’d rather have me carved up.
'Cos I'm a good MC, nothing more pour pricks, addicts hooked,
stuck, on drugs called envy, resent me cos they're empty
they want more I've got plenty, I've got guns in my armoury
But I'd rather be a calmer me But if you try to bring harm to me
Then I'd blast ya back darn the street

(Chorus)

(Verse3)
you can’t break me — are you crazy? Matey —
It’s the hate they baked that shaped me, raised me
From a baby — straight to bull that's
Raging, caged in, red rags waving they just done think who's flyin', adjust front wing i'm drivin,' fast just like MAX — (ha) did that Verse just happen?
a wolf like toe toe at Mercedes me — neo the matrix I see, so I'm havein' em — lewis Hamilton all I do is keep on lappin' en (and they think in still racing) Now I’m dangerous, face it — blatant
What it gave me? Truths I’m stating
Backed by facts they kept from pages
Two deadbeats fed the poison
Trev tek's drugs? That’s just distortion
Gave you that weight — now you endorse em
Built that hate and let it morph in (I'm Morpheus)
Crowds round the rave scene hate me, blame T
(Oh he's so crazy)
See I spoke facts — they don’t wanna look at
Turned their backs — jerks just laughed
Zigged then zagged — they swerved, then cracked
Hit the curb — I swerved — they crashed
Hid the proof — judges they used — framed me
Locked in a groove — cocky, insanely
Got lots to lose — box full of rage
Took cops, took cranes — had to move that freight
(Now that’s heavy)

(Chorus)

(VERSE 4)
I’m carbon — like diamond, my atoms form four covalent bonds
Ireland — I'm from a convent, born with storms that kept me warm
don't make their mistake — I'm still great and unbreakable, unshakeable
I’m tribal learnt my bars behind bars (in jail)
While my rivals stay primal — rhyme skills? Idle.(snails)
if ya sad find somebody to cry to, cos you've just had — a jab jab jab one to the body
en a right hook — ya can't write hooks — just sly looks, ya gut, more bark than a tree — take a leaf out a my book, the bible
I shepherd my disciples — My words get herd by idols
I makes waves — I’m tidal. (hey) create a Luna cycle
I'm spiritual lyrically clinical — cynical, the way i chew through syllables — like a viper snake leave ya vitals critical there's signs that say I may spit at you
Venomous T gritting my teeth — I could puke but I'm 2 sick a you (LT)

(Chorus)