All That Talk - Bossman Birdie

Yeah

Sometimes you gotta tell these MCs to just slow down like

Take time innit

You know what I mean

All that

All that

All that talk

You live life too fast (all that talk, all that talk)

The waste of crying

Shouldn’t be online (take time man)

When man take time (you know what I mean)

Take time

When man take time

MCs should crawl before they walk

Man better think before they talk

Call my name like say this is sport

Man might end up on the end of my fork

Eat MCs but I don’t eat pork

Man grind hard cah man ain’t no dork

Meridian walk, where I was taught

Man violate, you can get corned

Call of Duty, you can’t respawn

You’ll get mourned

Dead that bad boy talk, that’s worn

Man were on the road when some weren’t born

Pretty like rose but manna got thorns

From concrete I rose like you never saw

Carrying hammers but nothing like Thor

You can get four, all in your door (trust me)

All that talk, all that talk

All that talk that’s a waste of time

All that talk, all that talk

All that talk that’s a waste of Grime

Before you mention me online

Go tell them man take time

Take time

Go tell them man take time

These MCs, all in the red

Now I’m back, pay your debts

Let’s pay homage, pay your respect

Don’t try to run away with my cheque

Don’t try to run away with my style

Moon kick man like I’m Guile

You ain’t a bad boy, you’re in denial

End up in my MC burial pile

He ain’t deep, he’s just shallow

Might give your wifey wheelbarrow

When you see Bossman they get parro

Buss man’s head, see bone and marrow

Sword and shield, not sword and arrow

Sawn-off bullet, sawn-off ammo

Can’t see me like man who wear camo

Can’t lock me lyrical El Chapo

All that talk, all that talk

All that talk that’s a waste of time

All that talk, all that talk

All that talk that’s a waste of Grime

Before you mention me online

Go tell them man take time

Take time

Go tell them man take time

I’m so fresh, I’m so clean

Shout out to the gyal that call me reem

Man want ask where I got my jeans

Tell them Bloodline you know the team

Tell them Bloodline you know the sign

B to the L — we run Grime

Man want mention me online

Tell them man that’s a waste of time

Tell them man that’s a waste of breath

These MCs are a waste of flesh

They’re not wicked, they’re all blessed

I wear the trousers, You wear the dress

Lyrical boss, you’re just a worker (worker)

Enough MC’s I nurture (nurture)

No I don’t wanna hear one murmur

The kind of lengths I go to are further

All that talk, all that talk

All that talk that’s a waste of time

All that talk, all that talk

All that talk that’s a waste of Grime

Before you mention me online

Go tell them man take time

Take time

Go tell them man take time