Khalas
Krept & Konan Lyrics


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Yeah, RA
(You know what time it is)
Krept, Tally
Mad ting, sad ting
Been real (maniac, cool)
(My brudda)
Greazy ting
(Play Dirty)
Every fucking time
Ready for it
How many times?
I've got dargs that pop off singles for 'em
(Fuck all these youts, gas)

Tally the madman
Any MC, I'll kalash man
Krept, Tally, badman, Afghan
Fuck anyone coming at man, what?
Spin who? Fuck that, man's on job
Sixteen spun you, sent man shop
Which yout? Come then, bet man flop
None of you mugs can tek man's spot
Long way from Gipset Tally
No BRITs, no GRAMMYs, Christians, akhis
Kids, no daddies, pissed in alleys
Spliffs and ammi, sticks and ballies
Clips and strallies, rinsing maggies
Lifting fassies, chip from cabbies
Linking baddies, gripsing Abbie
Tits and batty, dicks and fanny
Gyal move slutty, I'm ringing her for the ucky
Cats in Surrey, my niggas still in the gully
Max, no flurry, you niggas thinking it's funny
Till the rocket's out the pocket and all up inna your tummy
Where's all the Charlie you selling up in the party, nigga?
Where's the Cavalli, your money and the Versace, nigga?
Where's all your honeys? Say that you get the punani, nigga
Now we getting money, we must be Illuminati
Krept, Tally, deep within the streets, miss him
G, listen, I eat riddims, I'll keep spinning
Sneak dissing, keep digging, I'll Meek Mill him
Peak for 'em, keep killing, I'll reaper 'em
Best in the country, beg someone touch me
Skets wanna suck me, text me for uck, G
Feds on a fuckery, tek 'way my young G
I don't give a fuck if Metro trust me
I can't believe this shit
They compare me to wack MCs, neeky pricks
I'm from that south side era, man are G for dis
That RA gangster grime, that greazy shit
It's all real
They can't tek man's sauce still
Free up Fems, Weeps, Snap, Goddy
Fam, they're all hill

RA is R-A-W
You know that, that had the road mad
No metaphor, just smack and know facts
When I clap MACs, it's bags and dog tags
So don't rap back, just clap your own back
Yeah, the akh's back, it's that, it's all mad
Way back from Pac-Man to [?]
Had that one a moped in a backpack, man
Ride up, jump off the bike and bap-bap
And I still ain't taking no backchat
Nowadays, man think they're bad on Snapchat
I'll back out mad straps and snap off snapbacks
(Kaboom) Cuh when I go to the function
Big hand ting, whip it out like a truncheon
Three .45s like a bus going Junction
Yeah, them man there rap, but they lie about their dumpings
I just know if I let the MAC go
Suttin's getting fried like a dumpling
And it's proven
Everybody you see me with, they're movers
I'm the real deal, they're YouTubers
I was on smoke, they was on computers
School days, badness, badding up tutors
Riding with hand tings hanging off scooters
Never been a has-been, banging on Judas
Real life shankings, claret on Pumas
Real life cabbaging characters and Lugers
Steel pipe damaging faggots and losers
Real life, managing havoc and rumours
Jail life, mad ting, whacking up shooters
So don't let me let off
You was on a train, I was on a sweatbox
I was in the rain, you was on your Xbox
Cocaine, tryna network to a next spot
Dem times dere, my cousin caught a next shot
Out in yard, tryna line up a headshot
Flew back home tryna get it by the headlock
I was getting boxes, banging it in Z shots
Then I see a .44 peel back a headtop
Seen a MAC mek a man twist like a dreadlock
Switch it

Ain't top three? That's an insult
These neeks don't bang, they ain't involved
Black bag full of ink notes
PCs had me getting out windows
In banger whips doing petty runs
Got savages that ain't 21
Nearly got grabbed from the firearms
I was living with Ma's, now I'm buying yards
Palace to Heath, I've got gang in the streets
Free Snapper and Weeps
These rappers are neeks, they ain't clapping on heat
They're just rapping on beats
Put a akh in [?] with a passion for beef
Got your slag on her knees
I was chatting to T while I sat in the heat
With crack in my jeans
Wrap scarf or a black mask, wap parked in a cat's yard
Black heart, never act soft
[?] in a packed dance, better act fast
If that barks, that's your hat gone
And I was tryna bag plants
Dash past in a cab car
Blacked-out with a fat arse
Splash large when I'm at Shard
Rap star wearing Trapstar
All I see is nerds and fakers
Your Rolex ain't got papers
Normal weed in a medicine bottle
I don't wanna hear about flavours
Crack in a [?], rap like a freestyle
I was sixteen with the MAC at Monique's house
Flat with my feed out, stack in the meanwhile
Neeks on the net, I'm [?] on the rebound
They're only bad when they login
Think you're sick till you're cold in a coffin
Rudeboy like Rihanna
Before all this, I was robbing
For a Kilo Echo Yankee
Bro will Papa Oscar Papa
At your Bravo Oscar Yankee
Put him to Bravo Echo Delta

My don's in Huntercombe, shit's still active
I want a hundred Ms quick like Gatlin
You would think my G's from Mozart
Selling [?] had the tings dem rattlin'
All this bread and you think
I never bought no tings for the Gs dem? Blud, don't even
You'll see nuttin' but trackies, TNs
My niggas are able to end your weekend
Too cold
You're better than who, bro?
I phoned up Abz, he got two bookings
He's moving too sho
Get my cards out, unlock the Wraithe
I change my suit, I cop some Ace
I took your girl, don't be so mad
I'd put anything on it, your queen's a slag
There's no reversing like a king
When it gets on top 'cause man, I'll pitch in
Three twos, you'll hold six when it hits him
Three eights will have man skipping
None of these MCs are levelling
You think these jokers are anything?
Play your cards right, streets are mad, akh
Hold your own or be another blackjack
What, G? Top three niggas, know Krept is
Ain't old school? Then you probably won't get this
Madman Femz had it out all reckless
Banger and the mash and he done it with breakfast
Sprayed in the crib, man done it with Westwood
Out of the blue like bruddas in Deptford
Real Artillery, nuttin' was censored
Locking off raves, man are running through entrance
Got Gs in the ends too
My Gs, we offend too
You ain't buying no arsenal
Now you're who the docs need to attend to
Come a long way from me and Snap Capone
Tryna go country
Feds took the whip on a fuckery, left man stranded in Wooly
I could've strangled 'em, pussy
You ain't grabbed no shotties, clapped nobody
Catch no bodies, wrap no Bobby
Not my brudda, don't @ nobody
She sat pon cocky, no back, no doggy
Dead
Comment on my man's pics? You're a beg
Click-clack-blaow, watch niggas go death
Fuck that, right now, nigga, I'm vex
Contract signed, six-figure, no less
Stop holding your fist like Arthur
Like bro ain't got a ting for the drama
Switchblade get your wig shaved
Believe in your bloodclart barber
Black nigga chilling with corporates
Fuck who's feeling important
You brag 'bout whips, that's awkward
Your whip probably cost my insurance
I've lost my insanity
Bought a chain, I've spent your salary
My darg on savagery
They nicked my chargie for battery
Tally's back, it can't be




You just brought back the dark me
You just brought back Tsunami

Overall Meaning

The song "Khalas" by Krept & Konan RA feat. Tally brings forth a tone of raw and uncompromising lyricism. The song, which is a reference to the Arabic phrase for "finished" or "enough," features gritty verses by all three artists. The song's topic focuses on their street cred, and they rap about their journeys from the streets to fame, while also taking a shot at their haters. They touch on themes such as drugs, guns, and violence, and how they lived through it all. The opening lyrics serve as a forewarning of what is to come.


Krept and Tally go on to rap about their street roots, where they access to drugs, guns, and women, ultimately leading them to become hardened criminals. They refer to themselves as badmen, and how they are not intimidated by anyone who tries to come at them. Meanwhile, RA's verse is a clear identification of his street credentials, reminiscent of his gangster grime days. The overall tone of the song is one that screams for respect out of fear.


The song explores a lifestyle that is brutal and unforgiving, one that relies heavily on street cred, which most often translates to violence as a means of defense. The verses reflect a coming of age story that describes the rappers' journey from the streets to the music industry, speaking volumes to their versatility as artists. The song is intense, with all three artists showcasing their lyrical strength and storytelling abilities, making it an instant hit.


Line by Line Meaning

Tally the madman
Tally is a madman


Any MC, I'll kalash man
I'll destroy any MC


Krept, Tally, badman, Afghan
Krept and Tally are tough guys who come from a tough neighborhood


Fuck anyone coming at man, what?
I don't care about anyone who tries to confront me


Spin who? Fuck that, man's on job
Who can defeat me? I am focused on my goals


Sixteen spun you, sent man shop
I easily defeated you with my lyrics


Which yout? Come then, bet man flop
I dare anyone to challenge me


None of you mugs can tek man's spot
No one can take my place


Long way from Gipset Tally
I have come a long way from my humble beginnings in Gipset


No BRITs, no GRAMMYs, Christians, akhis
I have achieved success in the music industry without winning awards or having religious support


Kids, no daddies, pissed in alleys
I grew up in challenging circumstances with absent fathers and limited opportunities


Spliffs and ammi, sticks and ballies
I used to smoke marijuana and carry weapons


Clips and strallies, rinsing maggies
I had access to firearms and used them irresponsibly


Lifting fassies, chip from cabbies
I stole from individuals and robbed taxi drivers


Linking baddies, gripsing Abbie
I associated with attractive women and engaged in sexual activities


Tits and batty, dicks and fanny
I was involved in sexual encounters


Gyal move slutty, I'm ringing her for the ucky
Women were promiscuous and I would call them for sexual encounters


Cats in Surrey, my niggas still in the gully
My friends have moved to nicer areas, but I still have connections in the streets


Max, no flurry, you niggas thinking it's funny
Don't test me, you guys are underestimating me


Till the rocket's out the pocket and all up inna your tummy
Until I pull out my firearm and shoot you in the stomach


Where's all the Charlie you selling up in the party, nigga?
Why aren't you selling drugs at the party?


Where's the Cavalli, your money and the Versace, nigga?
Where are your designer clothes and your wealth?


Where's all your honeys? Say that you get the punani, nigga
Where are all the women you claim to be sleeping with?


Now we getting money, we must be Illuminati
We are making money and people think we must be part of secret societies


Krept, Tally, deep within the streets, miss him
Krept and Tally are deeply involved in street activities


G, listen, I eat riddims, I'll keep spinning
I am skilled at freestyling and will continue to do so


Sneak dissing, keep digging, I'll Meek Mill him
If you continue to insult me indirectly, I will retaliate like Meek Mill did


Peak for 'em, keep killing, I'll reaper 'em
I will continue to excel and overcome my opponents


Best in the country, beg someone touch me
I am the best in the country and I challenge anyone to prove me wrong


Skets wanna suck me, text me for uck, G
Women are attracted to me and they text me for sexual encounters


Feds on a fuckery, tek 'way my young G
The police are causing trouble and arresting my young associate


I don't give a fuck if Metro trust me
I don't care if the metro (police) trust me


I can't believe this shit
I am surprised by this situation


They compare me to wack MCs, neeky pricks
People compare me to untalented and insignificant MCs


I'm from that south side era, man are G for dis
I come from the south and I represent the gangster era


That RA gangster grime, that greazy shit
I represent the RA gangster grime style, which is raw and aggressive


It's all real
Everything I say is real and authentic


They can't tek man's sauce still
They can't imitate or replicate my style


Free up Fems, Weeps, Snap, Goddy
I want my friends Fems, Weeps, Snap, and Goddy to be released from prison


Fam, they're all hill
They are all real and genuine individuals


RA is R-A-W
RA is authentic and real


You know that, that had the road mad
Everyone knows that RA's music had a profound impact on the streets


No metaphor, just smack and know facts
I don't use metaphors, I speak directly and truthfully


When I clap MACs, it's bags and dog tags
When I shoot my MAC firearm, there will be casualties


So don't rap back, just clap your own back
Don't try to respond with lyrics, just acknowledge your own defeat


Yeah, the akh's back, it's that, it's all mad
I am back and things are about to get crazy


Way back from Pac-Man to [?]
I have been involved in the streets for a long time, from my younger days playing Pac-Man


Had that one a moped in a backpack, man
I used to carry a moped in my backpack, man


Ride up, jump off the bike and bap-bap
I would ride up, jump off the bike, and start shooting


And I still ain't taking no backchat
I won't tolerate any disrespect


Nowadays, man think they're bad on Snapchat
These days, people think they are tough on Snapchat


I'll back out mad straps and snap off snapbacks
I will show my firearms and shoot people wearing snapback hats


Cuh when I go to the function
When I attend an event


Big hand ting, whip it out like a truncheon
I have a large firearm and I will show it off


Three .45s like a bus going Junction
I have three .45 caliber firearms, similar to a bus going to Junction


Yeah, them man there rap, but they lie about their dumpings
Those guys may rap, but they lie about their criminal activities


I just know if I let the MAC go
I know that if I start shooting my MAC firearm


Suttin's getting fried like a dumpling
Someone will get killed


And it's proven
This has been proven multiple times


Everybody you see me with, they're movers
Everyone I associate with is actively pursuing success


I'm the real deal, they're YouTubers
I am genuine and authentic, while others are just seeking internet fame


I was on smoke, they was on computers
I was involved in criminal activities, while others were using computers


School days, badness, badding up tutors
Even during my school days, I was involved in criminal activities


Riding with hand tings hanging off scooters
I used to ride scooters with weapons in hand


Never been a has-been, banging on Judas
I have never fallen off and I am always attacking my enemies


Real life shankings, claret on Pumas
I have been involved in real-life stabbings, with blood on my Puma shoes


Real life cabbaging characters and Lugers
I have encountered dangerous individuals with firearms


Steel pipe damaging faggots and losers
I have used a steel pipe to hurt weak individuals


Real life, managing havoc and rumours
I have dealt with chaos and rumors in real life


Jail life, mad ting, whacking up shooters
In jail, I was involved in dangerous situations and fighting with fellow inmates


So don't let me let off
Don't provoke me to use my firearms


You was on a train, I was on a sweatbox
While you were on a train, I was in a small, hot, uncomfortable space


I was in the rain, you were on your Xbox
I was outside in the rain, while you were playing video games


Cocaine, tryna network to a next spot
I was involved in drug dealing and trying to expand my network


Dem times dere, my cousin caught a next shot
During that time, my cousin was shot again


Out in yard, tryna line up a headshot
I was outside, trying to line up a shot to the head


Flew back home tryna get it by the headlock
I returned home to secure a profitable situation


I was getting boxes, banging it in Z shots
I was receiving packages and distributing drugs


Then I see a .44 peel back a headtop
Then I witnessed someone getting shot in the head with a .44 firearm


Seen a MAC mek a man twist like a dreadlock
I have seen someone convulsing after being shot with a MAC firearm


Ain't top three? That's an insult
Not being in the top three is an insult


These neeks don't bang, they ain't involved
These guys are not involved in criminal activities


Black bag full of ink notes
I have a bag full of money


PCs had me getting out windows
The police forced me to escape through windows


In banger whips doing petty runs
I used to drive stolen cars for small tasks


Got savages that ain't 21
I have dangerous associates who are underage


Nearly got grabbed from the firearms
I almost got caught with firearms


I was living with Ma's, now I'm buying yards
I used to live with my mother, but now I am buying properties


Palace to Heath, I've got gang in the streets
I have connections and influence from Palace to Heath


Free Snapper and Weeps
I want my friends Snapper and Weeps to be released from prison


These rappers are neeks, they ain't clapping on heat
These rappers are not tough and they don't carry firearms


They're just rapping on beats
They are only pretending to be tough in their lyrics


Put a akh in [?] with a passion for beef
I will take someone's life with a strong desire for violence


Got your slag on her knees
I have your girlfriend performing sexual acts


I was chatting to T while I sat in the heat
I was having a conversation with T while I was in a dangerous situation


With crack in my jeans
I had crack cocaine in my jeans


Wrap scarf or a black mask, wap parked in a cat's yard
I would cover my face with a scarf or black mask, and park my firearm in someone's home


Black heart, never act soft
I have a cruel and cold-hearted nature, and I never act weak


[?] in a packed dance, better act fast
I have enemies in a crowded event, so I need to take action quickly


If that barks, that's your hat gone
If my firearm is fired, your head will be gone


And I was tryna bag plants
I was trying to secure a large quantity of drugs


Dash past in a cab car
I would quickly pass by in a stolen taxi


Blacked-out with a fat arse
I had tinted windows and an attractive woman with me


Splash large when I'm at Shard
I spend money extravagantly when I am at Shard (a famous building in London)


Rap star wearing Trapstar
I am a famous rapper wearing Trapstar clothing


All I see is nerds and fakers
I am surrounded by people who are not genuine and are pretending


Your Rolex ain't got papers
Your Rolex watch is not authentic


Normal weed in a medicine bottle
I carry marijuana in a medicine bottle


I don't wanna hear about flavours
I don't want to hear about different types of marijuana


Crack in a [?], rap like a freestyle
I have crack cocaine and I rap with a freestyle flow


I was sixteen with the MAC at Monique's house
I had a MAC firearm when I was only sixteen, and I kept it at Monique's house


Flat with my feed out, stack in the meanwhile
I lived in a flat and made money in the meantime


Neeks on the net, I'm [?] on the rebound
People on the internet are weak, and I am strong on the rebound


They're only bad when they login
They only act tough online


Think you're sick till you're cold in a coffin
They think they are tough until they are dead


Rudeboy like Rihanna
I am a rude and aggressive person like Rihanna


Before all this, I was robbing
I used to engage in robberies before I became famous


For a Kilo Echo Yankee
I had a kilo of drugs


Bro will Papa Oscar Papa
My brother will use violent force


At your Bravo Oscar Yankee
Against your courageous actions


Put him to Bravo Echo Delta
Eliminate him swiftly


My don's in Huntercombe, shit's still active
My associates are in Huntercombe (a prison) and our criminal activities continue


I want a hundred Ms quick like Gatlin
I want to earn 100 million pounds quickly, like Gatlin in athletics


You would think my G's from Mozart
You would assume my associates are from Mozart (a high-end area)


Selling [?] had the tings dem rattlin'
I was involved in selling drugs and it caused fear and chaos in the streets


All this bread and you think
Despite my wealth


I never bought no tings for the Gs dem? Blud, don't even
I never bought anything for my associates? Don't even go there


You'll see nuttin' but trackies, TNs
You will only see me in tracksuits and TNs (a type of Nike shoe)


My niggas are able to end your weekend
My friends can ruin your weekend


Too cold
I am too skilled and talented


You're better than who, bro?
You think you're better than me?


I phoned up Abz, he got two bookings
I called Abz and he secured two performances for me


He's moving too sho
He is moving too quickly


Get my cards out, unlock the Wraithe
I am showing off my wealth by unlocking my Rolls-Royce Wraith car


I change my suit, I cop some Ace
I change my style and I buy Ace of Spades (expensive champagne)


I took your girl, don't be so mad
I slept with your girlfriend, don't be angry


I'd put anything on it, your queen's a slag
I am confident that your girlfriend is promiscuous


There's no reversing like a king
There is no turning back, like a king's decision


When it gets on top 'cause man, I'll pitch in
When things get tough, I will be there


Three twos, you'll hold six when it hits him
When I shoot three times, you will end up with six wounds


Three eights will have man skipping
When I shoot eight times, you will be dancing around in pain


None of these MCs are levelling
These MCs are not on my level


You think these jokers are anything?
Do you really think these idiots are talented?


Play your cards right, streets are mad, akh
Be cautious and make wise moves in the dangerous streets


Hold your own or be another blackjack
Protect yourself or you will end up dead


What, G? Top three niggas, know Krept is
What's up, G? I am one of the top three guys, and everyone knows Krept is too


Ain't old school? Then you probably won't get this
If you aren't familiar with old school music, you might not understand


Madman Femz had it out all reckless
Madman Femz was involved in reckless activities


Banger and the mash and he done it with breakfast
He caused chaos and violence early in the morning


Sprayed in the crib, man done it with Westwood
He fired shots inside a house, just like Westwood (a DJ)


Out of the blue like bruddas in Deptford
Unexpectedly, just like brothers in Deptford (an area in London)


Real Artillery, nuttin' was censored
Real Artillery was there, and nothing was filtered or controlled


Locking off raves, man are running through entrance
They are shutting down parties and causing chaos at the entrances


Got Gs in the ends too
I have powerful individuals in my neighborhood


My Gs, we offend too
My associates and I are always causing trouble


You ain't buying no arsenal
You're not purchasing any weapons


Now you're who the docs need to attend to
Now you need medical attention


Come a long way from me and Snap Capone
Me and Snap Capone have come a long way


Tryna go country
We are trying to expand our criminal activities to the countryside


Feds took the whip on a fuckery, left man stranded in Wooly
The police confiscated our car during a raid and left us stuck in Wooly (an area)


I could've strangled 'em, pussy
I wanted to harm them, you coward


You ain't grabbed no shotties, clapped nobody
You haven't shot anyone, you haven't killed anyone


Catch no bodies, wrap no Bobby
You haven't killed anyone, you haven't wrapped any dead bodies


Not my brudda, don't @ nobody
You're not my brother, don't mention anyone


She sat pon cocky, no back, no doggy
She sat on my penis, without turning her back or doing it doggy-style


Comment on my man's pics? You're a beg
If you comment on my friend's pictures, you're a beggar


Click-clack-blaow, watch niggas go death
I will shoot my firearm and watch people die


Fuck that, right now, nigga, I'm vex
Forget that, right now, I am angry


Contract signed, six-figure, no less
I signed a contract worth six figures, no less


Stop holding your fist like Arthur
Stop acting tough and trying to fight


Like bro ain't got a ting for the drama
Like my brother doesn't have a weapon for conflicts


Switchblade get your wig shaved
I will harm you with a switchblade and shave your head


Believe in your bloodclart barber
Have faith in your hairdresser


Black nigga chilling with corporates
I, a black man, am relaxing with corporate individuals


Fuck who's feeling important
I don't care about people who think they are important


You brag 'bout whips, that's awkward
You boast about your cars, but it's awkward


Your whip probably cost my insurance
I could afford your car with just my insurance money


I've lost my insanity
I have lost my sanity


Bought a chain, I've spent your salary
I bought a expensive chain, which cost more than your yearly salary


My darg on savagery
My friend is involved in dangerous activities


They nicked my chargie for battery
The police arrested my friend for assault


Tally's back, it can't be
Tally is back, it's unbelievable


You just brought back the dark me
With your actions, you have awakened the violent side of me


You just brought back Tsunami
You have caused a disaster, just like a tsunami




Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Casyo Johnson, Karl Wilson

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