| Yeah, just imagine that though
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| And just dream
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| Cause this is real grime MC’ing (huh)
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| But it’s never gonna' change
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| Until you change…
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| I heard you’re looking for me, I’ll be on my grind
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| Ain’t got not time to spend it on bad mind
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| Everywhere I go they ask me questions all the time
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| They ask me «what is grime?»
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| It’s life on the road, it’s life on the road (don't ask me what it is)
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| It’s life on the road, it’s life on the road (don't ask me what it is,
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| it’s life, life, life)
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| Uh oh, who just stepped in the room?
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| Lookin' like I’m getting closer, zoom!
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| Lookin' like I should be on a poster, soon!
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| This time man’s blowing up, kaboom!
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| All ma man are full 'uh air, balloons!
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| Wha’dya know about holdin' a piece, Cachoon!
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| Everybody on street sayin' it’s a tune!
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| Cause this is out of this world, the Moon!
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| Tell ma' sons call it the eclipse, Who?
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| Be gettin' dark with the script, Who?
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| Leaves a rapper in bits, Who?
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| Can take part and take apart ya' clique
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| And can Deege be da top 'o the top, Who?
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| Is on a level man will never stop, Who?
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| Is consistent and hot, Who!
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| An' know I’ll be the illest brudda' on the block what!
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| An' can be Durrty be puttin' in his work? |
| TRUE!
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| We can have a Grime concert? |
| TRUE!
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| Man never lightin' the herb, TRUE!
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| Gyally lookin' right in the skirt, TRUE!
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| An' whenever I prescribe a verse it’s, TRUE!
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| An' you know the truth hurts, YOU!
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| So if you hatin' you better splurt, TRUE!
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| Ca' a flow here I merk, YOU!
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| How erry boy say it’s overall, WHO?
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| Who showin' them the best overall that’s, WHO?
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| Who spits the lyrics, that be toppin' all that’s WHO!
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| While some of 'em been up on stage and got, BOOED!
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| So let me out rap 'em
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| Back slap 'em
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| Pack 'em
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| In a casket
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| Then wrap 'em up tight in a plastic
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| I’m classic
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| Them acts are Jurassic
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| So how sick can I come an' get, massive
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| I’m elastic, with a flow fantastic
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| Bastards! |
| know I be the farda' with the Rada, they say Daddy, «what's the
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| matter?»
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| You know I’m aggie on stage wid a whole load of in my baggie
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| For the girls in the rave tell me they wanna' shag me
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| Slap me, in the Facebook, Tag me!
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| Oi' what you lookin' at? |
| keep lookin' at me, don’t switch! |
| No don’t backstab me!
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| If Grime was a chick she should of grabbed me, flagged me
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| This is London, back me…
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| (Back me, back me, back me…)
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| But if you don’t wanna… cool!
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| I’m a keep comin' re-writin' the rap RULES!
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| I never carry a strap cause rap is my TOOL!
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| Ya top five went to my rap SCHOOL!
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| My flows bloom there so colourFUL!
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| I’m black with a track that’s so purPLE!
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| You ain’t gotta be rare to know it’s brand NEW!
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| You gotta be lean to know I’m comin' for the GREEN!
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| Cause I’m sick of these dud CREWS!
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| Most of these boys are not thugs, they’re FOOLS!
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| This is London where the drugs move, But I don’t wanna live where the drugs are
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| USED!
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| We can go to a club come back BRUISED!
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| Cause you walked past and touched a man’s SHOES!
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| Rappers thinkin' they can touch the man LOOSE!
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| So they gotta roll with bads and GOONS!
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| Ya' can’t say I ain’t showin' 'em
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| That everytime I come around you don’t want around wid the style cause the
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| child is golden
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| (Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey)
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| Now the game is open
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| Cause everybody comin' out, it’s never been about, tell me what you know about
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| what I’m holdin'
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| (Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey)
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| The streets know that I’m chosen
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| Cause man are badder than ninja, badder than winter, showing you the flows I’ve
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| frozen
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| (Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey)
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| Man’s know when I’ve spoken
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| I’m a bully on the mic, been a bully all my life but I’ve never been a bully
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| wid' a knife…
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| Ask Logan
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| These rappers hate me cause I can expose 'em
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| Cause I been on the ting, since the ting was on a pirate
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| But never had a break or broken
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| Don’t provoke him
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| What you think that I’m playin'? |
| I ain’t jokin'
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| I spit slang on the beats and be bangin' on the streets, some man are in the
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| industry cokin'
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| They keep hopin'
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| On my downfall but am forever floatin'
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| Cause I been born blessed, so if you invest, I can keep pressin' up, potent
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| I start rollin', cause the eagles are other artist they’re stolen
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| Bun da M. C, mark the ceremony
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| On the mic, told 'em |