Yo T, I need that box of Steez
Just pass me that please fam, respect
Err, yo Screw, pass me that Jah Flow please
Yeah man, safe
Collect ingredients, preparation is everything
Dutch pot bubbling like chip pans with summer in
Chopping blocks, chock-a-block vegetation, I'm cutting it
Cutting corners ain't really the chef's orders I'm running with
That's not fire, that looks poor
Tryna put the city on the map, look North
Man think that I'm just a grime MC
Fam, what do you think I went and got a MacBook for?
Why's everybody tryna watch my ting
Instead of watching what I'm doing, get it stacked up, bro?
Too many things man are celebrating
So tonight's the night we're getting yacked up, oh
You said that you're a go-getter
Why you lying to the youts, fam? You should know better
Fam want me to promote their music
But I never knew that I was doing ten letter
Long time when I came in the game
Anyone around saw that I was a trendsetter
Came back with a sick vendetta
Well, I'm setting the levels, they don't get no better
Collect ingredients, preparation is everything
Dutch pot bubbling like chip pans with summer in
Chopping blocks, chock-a-block vegetation, I'm cutting it
Cutting corners ain't really the chef's orders I'm running with
Some man sound like Dizzee and a bits
Bad boy like I got Diddy and a bit
Them man know that I'm eating, right
But you know I ain't from South killy and a bit
Hot flows, yeah I get slippy and a bit
Busy and a bit, bro gets lippy and a bit
Got gyal from London, gyal from Manny
And you know I got a few hippies and a bit
Them man just ain't living in again
Touch mic, let me start buffering again
Man pay money, you come with the same, same, same
Now you got Marg and editing again?
Them man say that I write too much
Cause I got way too much rhythm in my pen
If I go stu's and I do a tune
They'll be like "T, put more treble in again"
Collect ingredients, preparation is everything
Dutch pot bubbling like chip pans with summer in
Chopping blocks, chock-a-block vegetation, I'm cutting it
Cutting corners ain't really the chef's orders I'm running with
Koko's going on cold, yeah
Man better do as they're told, yeah
I'm from if you try flexing around here
Nuff stick-ups, you will hold, yeah
I come from the South Yorkshire, yeah
Pussy, don't chat shit, I taught ya, yeah
Your mar jay gave birth to a son
While the poor woman should've had a daughter, yeah
I'm coming out of the South, waddis?
Well you better watch your mouth, waddis?
Don't get rude, it will be your beef
When the mandem come to your house, yeah
Better be as quiet as a mouse, yeah
Came from the underground, okay
Nuff mighty thunder sound
When Sheffield's inside, we run the mile, waddis?
Collect ingredients, preparation is everything
Dutch pot bubbling like chip pans with summer in
Chopping blocks, chock-a-block vegetation, I'm cutting it
Cutting corners ain't really the chef's orders I'm running with
Collect ingredients, preparation is everything
Dutch pot bubbling like chip pans with summer in
Chopping blocks, chock-a-block vegetation, I'm cutting it
Cutting corners ain't really the chef's orders I'm running with
