[Intro]
Round 1
[Verse 1: Debris Stevenson]
Lonely, Tesco value bourbons
In a library, I stutter in primary
I am my own, audio book
But I'm all chewed up like a exercise book
Mum pack lunches, pre-cooked
The playground I overlook
Are all omnipotent, the rater's shook
I mutter to myself with no-no book
But, then, Reston finds me
Smacked down book from a year 13
WWE, status teams
Enemies
Favourites, Matt and Jeff Hardy
Climbing buildings, mountain dreams
Ladder stacked high as a bright sun bean
Round 3
Fellow library loner, sees this interest
Pokes my shoulder
Turn, tentative
[Interlude: Jammz & Debris Stevenson]
You see like that, then, you'll like this
It's like wrestling, but with lyrics
What's this?
It's music
Is it garage?
Nah, it don't really have a name
Where did you get it?
I recorded it off Rinse
Who's that?
It, is a pirate radio station
Set up by Geeneus and Slimzee
They scaled rooftops, higher than anything Matt and Jeff Hardy could've ever jumped off
Climbed up whole tower blocks, and simmied up pipes at night
To reach us, to play this to us, to represent us
That's what pirate radio's invented for, innit?
Radio's even better than than wrestling because, some of the MC's even go to my school
Radio's definitely than church because
MC's write sermons for the ends, you feel me?
You know what? Let me just show you
[Verse 2: Debris Stevenson & Jammz]
And I'm gonna, break your face
Then hang you with your own shoelace
Even your own boys call you waste
I'm too on-point, observing the place
And nah, you don't wanna come against me
I'm a lyrical G, you're a waste MC
And it won't make sense for us to clash
'Cause you will get eaten like bangers and mash
It's SS Vyper, shit, I've heard rumours about his wit
Taught himself four languages
Walked in radio, just a kid
[?] and he wandered in
They gave him the mic, thought then get rid
He blew up the set, at just twelve years
He's a pirate radio terrorist
[Interlude: Debris Stevenson & Jammz]
I stopped seeing Ezekiel, aka SS Vyper
In the library, reading encyclopedias, soon after his pirate radio debut circulates the school
So I had to up my pace to catch him up on a joint commute
I loudly flicked through my Pokedex at the bus stop
Because I can see his cards bulging from his front pocket
Strong collection
Thanks, hand me down from my brother
I'm the oldest
Youngest
I'm Sauce Girl Vyper, S Vyper
V, smallest snake responsible for the most fatalities, innit?
I'm just Debrah
Debrah... just Debrah?
Hmm... Deb... Debris... Debris...
Debris, yeah, sick
That's what I'll cool you
Everyone needs an MC name
You look lowkey capable at instruction
Debris, is that cool yeah?
Very
[Verse 3: Debris Stevenson]
S Vyper makes donations
He's pirate [?] of all stations
Talk of a shit like Pokemon
Only on roots [?] school and own
'Cause, he's got friends and, I'm alone
'Cause, he's got friends and, I'm alone
'Cause, he's got friends and, I'm alone
He's not gonna chill with a library gnome
[Interlude: Jammz & Debris Stevenson, Both]
You seen the Charizard shiny that Jaz Deep paid a bill for?
I don't know what a bill is
But as he talks to me
I have a life jacket
I pull my pokemon awards like a gangster with a roll of fifties
Elastic banded together, and I slip it straight into his top pocket
Debris, whoa, whoa, whoa
Are you sure?
Am I sure?
Am I some whore, banging on your door, what for?
Pregnant, what you talking 'bout, be sure
Fifteen, she's underage, that's raw
And against law, five years or more
Actually, I got something for you too
How did you even get this?
Inherited from my Cuz innit?
I can't
You have to, plus I wanna see how many words you can get in wrong
Now that we don't have to fight against the static anymore
[Outro: Debris Stevenson]
Dizzee Rascal's always been my favourite
Dizzee gets suttin' bullied
[?] lonely, and he tells stories
Like Roald Dahl audio books
Even mum's audio bible
Dizzee's honest and raw as wrestling and radio
But I've only ever heard Dizzee 2D
Cassettes recorded and rewind until faulty
This CD case, has a broken spine
Pinned together with tape
It makes sense
Bit of gaffer, because corners, are where broken things gather
