Lyrics Big Narstie – Grime Battle Of Hastings
Text:
Holy victory, holy drive
Tell The Town Crier
I’m on fire
You ain’t shit to me
Soul victory
Holy victory
Come with me to victory
Come with me to victory
Come with me to victory
Come with me to victory
Grime Battle of Hastings
These niggas are fakin’
Sellouts get no ratin’s
Told man to claim the glory
Man’s sword and shield were shakin’
Now the dragon’s awakened
King Narstie BDO, dressed up his name with L the Great King
Crack house is a shit hole
All of the walls are caved in
Only King Narstie and the BDO were the troops remainin’
All for one and one for all
Told man keep invadin’
Uncle Pence, grant releases, I smash the enemies gates in
Went to the scene, it’s ours
Scene was under attack, he picked up the wife
Like I’m runnin’ for pop music
You fucking cowards
Only held power, OGs, utmost 0121
Traitors should die for treason
I gave them war
Pillage and plunder villages
Spread grime across the nation
Gave them a BDO tour, told my squire «Prepare my armor»
Only dragons walk on lava
Who has the heart of a martyr?
Face the flex, this is Sparta
BDO end times
Soldiers ride with BD
Every G you see ’round me stands right here as free men
When you see these niggas unroll
Pop their chains and fucking free them
They remind me slaves
Our free niggas with bass
Alright P the house nigga
Behold the prophecy of the Django
Is it wrong for me to know my wife is a man, bro?
I control the Z with the BDO Gang, bro
Mosh pits’ kangaroos make angle
I am Lord of the Asbos
I’ll put their heads on a spike
Hang them over the bridges of London
Look inside their soul
There isn’t a warrior amongst them
But man I’m warrior, warrior, I take man’s head like hold the conquerer
On this journey to hell
Let’s see who will follow you
My night watch begins
Like seat belts I’m strapped in
They said, «Retreat»
I screamed, «Attack»
That’s why they call me «The Mad King»
You possess the blood of a mongrel
And a heart of a coward
Archers, hold the wall, give them hell
Victory is ours
Stuck here in the face of tyranny
More hoops and tight jeans and sellouts breach our walls (Fight ya)
Common man across the land, defend these walls
(Fire) Claim your glory, embrace the iron price
Narstie Baratheon, true king, send them all to The Lord of Light
We will not go quietly
BDO when you mention grime
Hard work and patience multiplied by tithe
People power
Vibes, off the lips to a thousand fives
Take off your shoes when you enter my shrine
Holy victory, holy drive
Tell The Town Crier
I’m holdin’ fire
You ain’t shit to me
No, sire
Soul victory
Holy victory
Come with me to victory
Come with me to victory
Holy victory
Come with me to victory
Come with me to victory
Holy victory
