First Half

[Intro: Eyez]
Woi-oi
Buk-eye
Manny vs Darbs, yeah?
Red Bull Studios
Grime-a-Side
Semi Finals rudeboy
Yeah, yeah
Snez, Snez
Yeah, myself E-to-the-Y
Listen

[Verse 1: Eyez]
Manny on the map, and it's not 'cause of you
I'll put Manny where I put Birmingham
There's only Rio that ever put Manny on the map
And that's not you, that's Ferdinand
Savage, Derby do damage
Manny is a city I manage, woi-oi!
And I'm the real daddy of Manny
So the pussy better come with Sir Alex, huh
I'm gonna leave them pissed like Despa
How ironic that Wrigley's the extra
Been six years since you've been on 1xtra
You're the worst MCs in Manchester
Bugzy Malone put Manny on the map
Not you R.I.O
Don't try hate on the best
Stop being jealous and pay your respects
'Cause he's flying the flag for the place that you rep
[Verse 2: Slay]
See Eyez, I'm gonna make this about you
'Cause them other two ain't worth sending for
Red Bull, why'd you give man two 16s?
I swear I could have made this end with a 4
Yeah, 0161 this, you can say 0161 that
But I swear that Derby, has never
And will never be on the map
Facts
Man-a got tracks on tracks, stat
Come to your, with a [?]
Told man already, that's how we attack
I'm gonna lick a man down on these [?]
When you man spit, man are like "that's wack"
When us man spit, man are like "Brap brap"
Yeah I'm from Manny where the guns clap clap
Chat crap, you might not make it back home

[Verse 3: Lox]
Yeah, I've been away for a minute
On the M-way, with a big haze, lemme bill it
Hot yute on a hot move, no fibbing
You magic, could never Popeye, no spinach
White G's got the broomstick, no Quidditch
Clash you, any MC get finished
Beg a n***a say my name in a lyric
Feds had man sitting on the wing, for a minute
Okay, hood rules apply no snitching
Run R.I.O down with a ting from a kitchen
L-O-X does this ting, no ribbing
Music beef, I still catch Wrigz flipping
Stab man, see the blue lights, start dipping
Mad man take a big man's gold digits
Good mind make a good yute turn wicked
Chat shit, get your [?] kicking
[Verse 4: Wrigz]
Man is the illest
It's like they're from Finland
These man are finished
We don't care about your stupid gimmicks
This one is lyrics-for-lyrics
Calm
And they're nothing like me at all
Put some respect on my name or [?]
We're the best, we're the best up North
We're the best, we're the best like George
Yeah, I'll make them take Ls on the mic I'll show them
That's a Michael like Owen
Stitching these words together, I'm sowing
Killing these unknown MCs before you know 'em
They're wack
Ain't got brains, they got apps
When they say, they got straps
They mean their mates have got that, it's gas

[Verse 5: Dubzy]
Wrigley, you're old now
Stop chatting grease
I've sold more hats in your city than you three put together sold CD'S
When I'm in Arndale, they know it's me
Link all your girlfriend's in Salford Keys
X5 when I next drive, you'll see
Head get bust if you come D-E
My man are united like you believe
Slay you look like Rafiki from Lion King
I swear on my life, don't try a ting
If there was straps in the room right now
Gunchester wouldn't be the ones firing
I went on Manchester TV for my work
That's your channel, where's your face on it?
Your shopping centre, where's your face on it?
Your Foot Asylum, where's your on face on it?
[Verse 6: R.I.O]
All that screaming and shouting, stop that
Looking ready for war, just like a Ombat
And if it's contact, for combat
Pens off safety, I'm on that
Lyrics-for-lyrics, I'll tell Eyez it's over
[?]
Got a lyrical [?] sitting on my shoulder
Sub-zero when I bar [?] Dubzy, it's colder
Lick down who? Nah, stop that
Every postcode's got bad boys, stop that
Manchester, Gudchester
Bare bodies get bodybagged here, so stop that
Lick down who? Nah, stop that
Ah, every postcode's got bad boys, stop that
Manchester, that's Gudchester
Bodies get bodybagged here, so stop that

Second Half

[Verse 7: Eyez]
I'll bring my Sikh mates to your front door
You'll have Indians banging on your drum like Bhangra
You don't wanna see Eyez when he's full of anger
That's when I make Slay fly like Santa
Hit man for six like I play for Sri Lanka
Coronation Street boy ain't gangsta
I know real Manny man you likkle wanker
You man two bun pass on mamba
And I know the boss of your block so
Run your gob and I'll get man banged
And if I drown R.I.O in a bath
He'll be blowing bubbles like West Ham fans
Yeah they should've brought Shotty
Should have brought Shifty
Should have brought Bugzy Malone, not Wrigley
Who's Wrigley?
My man's fifty
E-to-the-Y turn Manny man history

[Verse 8: Slay]
Yo, and I'm still ignoring the other two
Gonna be raw with the war when I duppy you
Even your closest friends won't look at you
Hold this L whilst I take this W
Lad, hold a hook, hold a jab
Lyrics pierce and stab
And you're gonna wish you gave all you had
We got this one in a bag
So these waste MCs wanna try and act bad?
Dom-dom-dom, bodybag bodybag
Dom-dom-dom, bodybag bodybag
Derby man slump, bodybag bodybag
Waste MCs wanna try and act bad?
Dom-dom-dom, bodybag bodybag
Dom-dom-dom, bodybag bodybag
Waste

[Verse 9: Lox]
Done already shows down Brum
Like go now Manny can't get it
Who's this Slay roll like
Real talk, should've brought Don Dino
Real talk, should have brought C-to-the-H
When you said Wrigz, I thought you meant Wrigley
Who the fuck's this? Are you taking the piss?
R.I.O is dead up, cuh R.I.O is dead up
Can't touch R.I.O, he'll probably ring fed up
You man are dead bro
Should have brought Geko
Tell a man sec, I'll draw for the metal
Manny all pissed now, you man are letdowns
This one's lightwork, this one might hurt
Manny dere vexed, you man are dead
Should've brought Striker, should've brought Benz
You man are shit, ya let down the ends
You man are dead, ya let down the ends

[Verse 10: Wrigz]
Look, it's not a mystery, my city's got history
Yeah they can fuck with us, but it's risky
If they ever kill one in the army
Ten die like respect fire bingy
I forget your name, I'm calling you thingy
These man corrupt the kids like Disney
Eyez thought he did me, I spun made him do a 360
You can scream and shout and chant and rant
You still get done by the man, you pants
It's bants, you can dab and dance
Still get war them man a give tax
Lyrical war and it's like we've got tanks
Old school but we're advanced
Send man home with a L, no dank
I can see it in Eyez his eyes is pranged


[Verse 11: Dubzy]
R.I.O, you ain't been booked since I booked you
Now you wanna talk like a cockatoo?
Your video with Eyez, he didn't turn up
You had to spray his verse on the hook too
My face was on billboards in your city
Billboards in your city
And I brought the picture with me
I brought the picture with me
They saw this [?] had to diss me
Man saw that from Stretford to Traf
In Moss Side nah you don't get backed
In Manchester, I've actually trapped
Man got me some stuff, then bought me a gaff
Slay ain't done that, your manny's answer to trash
I don't want here no talk of gun clap
This ain't Bugzy Malone or Shifty
So these could never put Manny on the map

[Verse 12: R.I.O]
Yeah, I don't wanna hear about "I'm from Derby"
Light work still a first year when I'm working 'em
I'm like "Ike what's got love to do with it?"
When I spin like Tina, I'm Turnin' em
Trust me when I'm lyrically on one
Head tops off when I'm lyrically on one
And if this went something like boxing
Guarantee Eyez, [?]
Three man down get a casket of bodybags
For Eyez yeah, Dubzy and my man
'Cause I feel like a bloodclart yardy
Watch how I rinse all my tings in a MC
Head shot dead
Neck shot dead
Chest shot dead
Leg shot dead
Dem boys there can't come in my section
Everything lock off, Derby is dead
Brap

[Outro: Eyez & R.I.O]
Dunnoe
Aight, yeah
Yeah yeah
Derby V Manny
Grime-a-Side Semis
Dunnoe
Woi-oi
Levels are HIGH
Buk-eye, yeah?
Ay