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[Verse 1: Chipmunk] One pen got the whole country on the edge of their seat Them man can't play musical chairs with me (never!) Nah, I don't wanna chill backstage with no fake MCs Some leave the room, wanna chat about me MCs Nah, dead that, diss me, won't like when I send back There's way too many bars in my headback I don't care where you come from, head back Tek off your headback Please don't say you weren't warned No, we can't link up, no, we can't talk If you hear a sixteen bar full of corn And it weren't Chipmunk, money's on Stormz [Verse 2: Stormzy] Ummmmm, you cunt Where was you for the past twelve months? You can get a "Skengman 5" from a Storm or You can get a "BlukuByeBye" from a Munk Like who's got the whole scene pissed? If it weren't Big Mike, could have been Chip You've been saying my name for a whole damn year By this time, you could have been rich Are you taking the piss? Brother, I'm blessed I don't need no bulletproof vest Man wanna put my skills to the test Bun that, I'd rather clash RS Bun that, I'd rather win some more Not enough champs, could you bring some more? We've been spinning MCs for the longest 2016, let me spin some more [Verse 3: Chipmunk] Aight, cool, let me go through Who are you? What have you seen? What have you been through? Yo, lickleman, you wanna stunt on who? I know Chris Brown, Chris Brown don't know you About gully-side, what? What? When? Where? Who? I know Mavado and he said he don't know you The grime scene, you can go there too I know Big Mike, Big Mike don't know you [Verse 4: Stormzy] I know Chipmunk and he said he don't know you I know Bonkaz and he said he don't know you I know some OGs in your ends And they know your friends but they don't know you You're not a badboy, badboys don't know you You're not a real nigga, real niggas don't know you I know your ends, I don't know you King of this ting, yeah, they all know who [Verse 5: Chipmunk] I had man on my side that were moving shaky Not on my team anymore Man wanna try take me for some little boy I'm not sixteen anymore Why's this industry fronting Like their scene don't need me anymore? I will pepper man right out of their dreams Don't sleep on me anymore [Verse 6: Stormzy] I will piss on an MC's dreams Til a man like me can't pee anymore I don't tolerate psycho chicks I'll block that bitch, don't pree anymore They said I can't tweet 'bout the government Why can't I be free anymore? I'll expose these racist clubs and feds Who can't mute me anymore [Verse 7: Chipmunk] 8, 16s, 24s 48s, 64s, 96s Chips got too many bars, do not risk it They take it serious, I take the biscuit I want the crown, crown Mhm, I'll pen you down down OK, dubs all around man Damn right, call that surround sound I've been around town Times when man weren't around town Getting love in your ends like it's my town Could never take my crown, nah then or now Cuh now and then I get mad and just grab then pen Skeng man down, if they get back up Bun that, clap man down again, I'm on sound again Gotta put on for my town again It's straight high grade, no more loud again When my brother gets home, I pray to God he Don't do time again It's my time again, can't be taking my time again Peng tings feeling grime again I'll tell a man don't worry, I'm fine again You better find your pen [Verse 8: Stormzy] It's like "I'm Fine" again but it's better I won't sign with them they're not clever Back my Heineken and my Stella Whip some pies again like Nigella No time for them, I won't bell up Take my lighty friend to Ciao Bella This life's a myth, I try tell her She just wants my drink and my cheddar Just done another tour with Annie Stormzy's taking the piss, how can he? Glasgow, Edinburgh, Cardiff, Manny Trying to be the first MC with a Grammy Hang tight Mark, hang tight Danny Man are old school like DJ Sammy Swear down right now everyting's bookey I've never seen man act so bammy Stand your ground, don't be shook I'm gonna be everywhere you look Don't need no one, nah, I'm good A thousand hours in the studio booked The time you took, the way they parred Them man ain't got a clue 'bout bars Til you see a skinny little brudda from Accra Money in the bank, put the money in the jar, word