Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Link Up Season, artist - DexplicitDate of issue: 16.07.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Link Up Season |
| Oh, what a grimy scene |
| Oh, what a grimy scene |
| Oh, what a grimy scene |
| Oh, what a grimy scene |
| This is the London scene |
| This is the London scene |
| This is the London scene |
| Tell them about the grime scene |
| Man don’t know about Chippy though |
| From North, yeah, I grew up on the Risky Roadz |
| Bun all the iceberg history though |
| Dem man’s history’s a mystery though |
| Man get lost and try send shots |
| Nah fam, miss me with your miss me flows |
| Diss me? |
| No, that’s risky, bro |
| Round here there’s no frisky flows |
| Yeah, I pepper anytime, pepper anyone |
| Pepper, what’s your name? |
| Pepper, mi no care (dead!) |
| You man forgot who’s colder |
| That’s why I’m back now and everybody showed up |
| And still couldn’t give a rocks if you’re older |
| I’ll take you, your gyal and over |
| Fake MCs wanna diss me, I hate them |
| Hungry, trust me, I also hate them |
| I’m like test SL, that’s a no-no, no-no |
| We set the blueprint though, that’s oh no |
| Been doing this since 2−0-0−0 |
| I’m feeling myself, no homo |
| And I’m a stick like the man on the polo |
| Girls go down on your boy like yo-yo |
| No strings attached, I’m like YOLO |
| And I still snap on the track, no photo |
| Snap, if you boys get me vexed |
| I’ll snap, I might just break your back |
| Like snap, I might just break a neck |
| Like snap, I’m like snap, snap, snap |
| G, stop acting a fool |
| I’ve been had platinum plaques on the wall |
| Brand new fresh Air Max on a walk |
| And I’m in the hood like tags on the wall |
| Oh, what a grimy scene |
| Oh, what a grimy scene |
| Oh, what a grimy scene |
| Oh, what a grimy scene |
| This is the London scene |
| This is the London scene |
| This is the London scene |
| Tell them about the grime scene |
| Why do these man kiss arse? |
| I’m in the garden watering plants |
| Fuck you and your shit bars |
| I’m chilling, billing a big spliff in France |
| I don’t need no introduction |
| I’m better than all these guys you give suction |
| Anybody disagrees? |
| Fuck them |
| I’m just smoking my trees and hustling |
| Trust me, I’m on this reckless ting |
| And I will be until my necklace blings |
| Holla at your nigga Black The Ripper |
| Everyone knows I rep this ting |
| Smoke my weed in front of police |
| You know me, I disrespect the ting |
| See me in my Dank of England tee |
| One joint will lick off your headtop clean |
| I’m the farrda but never been gassed up |
| I lean off any riddim I squeeze on |
| From day one, I’ve been the wickedest ting |
| Dem man there can’t prove me wrong |
| Man light up a verse, man write up a song |
| I get mad and start put shots first in a song |
| I learnt from the dons of the 90s, so they couldn’t try me |
| I put them in a hearse on a song |
| Yeah, and now I’m an original don |
| In grime, E3's where the originals are from |
| When war a get wicked, hit them for six like cricket |
| I know man there long time |
| Dead that, dog dem never waste time |
| Fix tings, quick ting, yeah, a couple car fines |
| Dem man are gonna bred and violate my status? |
| Presidential from long time |
| Oh, what a grimy scene |
| Oh, what a grimy scene |
| Oh, what a grimy scene |
| Oh, what a grimy scene |
| This is the London scene |
| This is the London scene |
| This is the London scene |
| Tell them about the grime scene |
| Foe |
| Send shots on the sly, tell a man any time of the day |
| Cut a man short with a clip of the bar then I line up the fade |
| Don’t raise up your tone, don’t stretch on your dynamic range |
| GOD with the flow, man know when I’m live in the place |
| Live in my space, in my zone |
| Live in your face, in your dome |
| You lie in, I’m awake from the go |
| You lying in the main, it’s a show |
| Three lies, I’m taking her home |
| Crack and go, should come back to back with the Foe |
| Make a man know that I don’t play |
| Catch a rapper lacking then I go straight |
| Make a man run out, best roll safe |
| DG was born in |
| With marvellous bars and fatherless flows |
| My 16s are hard as elbows |
| I’m Haagen-Daaz cold, who are you? |
| What are those? |
| Don’t mek me pull it, bullet |
| I’ll give a man new shell toes |
| I’m as rude as Gullit, bullet |
| For them man what sell their souls |
| It’s clapped 'em, clapped 'em to Clapham |
| Make it clap like I’m a Busta anthem, clap |
| Clap for them, they can’t clap to me rapping |
| Round of applause cuh this is a wrap |
| Wrap them up like they’ve all got it twisted |
| No, I won’t send, I will do the business |
| I’ll take out your top 10 listed |
| And circle your ends like Chinese whispers |
| Oh, what a grimy scene |
| Oh, what a grimy scene |
| Oh, what a grimy scene |
| Oh, what a grimy scene |
| This is the London scene |
| This is the London scene |
| This is the London scene |
| Tell them about the grime scene |