| My brother, my brother, this ting can’t die |
| Let’s have a toast to grime, raise your glasses high |
| My brother, my brother, this ting can’t die |
| Let’s have a toast to grime, raise your glasses high |
| My brother, my brother, this ting can’t die |
| Let’s have a toast to grime, raise your glasses high |
| My brother this ting can’t di-i-i-i-i-i-ie |
| Let’s have a toast to grime, raise your glasses hi-i-i-i-i-i-igh |
| Yo, they ain’t got no style |
| Everybody’s full of shit for the millionth time |
| When I done G1 they was doing it then |
| Like some of them ain’t got a clue with this pen |
| Or without the pen I’ll still spray your whole head off |
| That’s my legacy you want brother, get off |
| Function like a machine the way I let off |
| Listen to the radio, lots are gonna set off |
| Shot these products, I shot for my wage |
| Free spirit, I done a lot for my age |
| Had wars in the ring but not in my cage |
| Done a bit for the scene but not on my stage |
| When you write a bar you’re talking to yourself |
| When I write bars I speak to the whole place |
| Of people who have been 'ere, every day I’m in 'ere |
| I win 'ere, sin 'ere, gyaldem grin 'ere |
| All I really wanted was a Burberry mac and a vision moped |
| All I really wanted was a chaps and chain on my wrist |
| All I really wanted was a Burberry mac and a vision moped |
| All I really wanted was a chaps and chain on my wrist |
| My brother, my brother, this ting can’t die |
| Let’s have a toast to grime, raise your glasses high |
| My brother, my brother, this ting can’t die |
| Let’s have a toast to grime, raise your glasses high |
| My brother, my brother, this ting can’t die |
| Let’s have a toast to grime, raise your glasses high |
| My brother this ting can’t di-i-i-i-i-i-ie |
| Let’s have a toast to grime, raise your glasses hi-i-i-i-i-i-igh |
| No bad mind gonna prosper against this two-headed monster |
| I get money like a baller or boxer |
| Thought I couldn’t see but I already clocked ya |
| Yo, no bad mind gonna prosper against this two-headed monster |
| I get money like a baller or boxer |
| Thought I couldn’t see but I already clocked ya |
| Please don’t try it, I need it, I buy it |
| It’s wet, gotta dry it, I win, don’t tie it |
| My accent’s mine and the my stance and my fly |
| The only I’m never gonna stop is trying |
| My dons are the mine |
| Your top boys are bacon in a pan fryin' |
| Travel around the world sharing energy |
| See me in the garrison, see me in the air |
| All I really wanted was a Burberry mac and a vision moped |
| All I really wanted was a chaps and chain on my neck and wrist |
| All I really wanted was a Burberry mac and a vision moped |
| All I really wanted was a chaps and chains and chains |
| My brother, my brother, this ting can’t die |
| Let’s have a toast to grime, raise your glasses high |
| My brother, my brother, this ting can’t die |
| Let’s have a toast to grime, raise your glasses high |
| My brother, my brother, this ting can’t die |
| Let’s have a toast to grime, raise your glasses high |
| My brother this ting can’t di-i-i-i-i-i-ie |
| Let’s have a toast to grime, raise your glasses hi-i-i-i-i-i-igh |