[Intro: Chip]
Oi, you try me boy, I don't care how you feel
Anytime man touch mic it’s a wheel
Jackum, 'cause you know I got the appeal
Better go get some money and get out of your feels
[Verse 1: Chip & Wiley]
Yeah, who is it? It's C-H-I-P
You’re a studio spitter, I'm a live MC
I was with Wiley, grime at sixteen
So I feel proud when I see kids MCin'
Who is it? It's the Eski MC
Producer, DJ, can't test me MC
Outside, I'm not a hiding MC
The name's Wiley, I'm probably why they MC
Let me go, yeah
Cah I’m a Northside 9-6-6 MC
Nah, spitters can’t put it on me
Chris J with it if I put you on heat
Load it and rinse one double 03
Who's double 07 with a pen, that’s C
Better cool with thе chat before you're doubling back
Man arе bringing it back like I kept the receipt
Chippy
I be live on the FM freeze, please
I be the wizard who got trees
Every time I spit a new bar, it's like jeez
I don't wanna chat about booking or fees
I was born in the grease, shotting class A, lemon and cheese
Got lost, I was out for the P’s
Causing chaos, out with the G's
I'm a staple like a Boy Better Know tee
[Verse 2: Scorcher & Jammer]
Look, it's me, the pussy dem know that already
Been through the door, won't go back already
Top Boy for them, I done loads on the telly
I got bare extra days doing road with my celly
Who is it? It's, it's, it's Jahmek Power
I'm old school like gash by the hour
East London where the mandem are (bup, bup, bup)
North London where the mandem are
North London, you know the cloth that I'm cut from
Chatting about clash, man can get gunshot
I'm part-time rapping, I ain't got one job
Them man chat about trap and got one spot
Cunch spot, you ain't got nothing in your lunchbox
Fit, riddim get duppy when I jump on
I'm in GSS straight, this ain't Lovebox
I don't care about no stage where they love rock
When I pull up, know I got the neckle on man (Neckle)
Me and dem man ain't the get along gang
I don't wanna chill, nah, I don't wanna hang
Can't get a draw with the zoot in my hand
Came with the laptop, left with the bag
Lord of the Mics if man wanna clash
Ask for big bars when we slew dem man
Who's that? Get back, draw for the mash
[Verse 3: Kasst 8 & D Double E]
Who is it? Kasst from Toxteth L8
No, I can't blend in, no, it's not for the bait
I'm the same one that smoked plod in the chase
Pulled up to the cat and said, "Soz for the wait" (Ooh, ooh)
Straight win, win, win
The coach and none of them can diss this ting
Not on the hairs of my chin, chin, chin
King of reload, I'm the reload King (Oh my word)
You know Kasst is straygaight fraygom Toxteth L8
Baygally on, but I'm baygait
Still got work on estaygates
Still got plod tryna tailgate man, that's rage bait
Tell them vacate, leave me be
Why you asking me? Go and ask ChatGPT
I could've been playing ball like CP3
But I jumped on a bike, no CBT (Oh my)
Check, check
Everyting set, yeah, everyting check
Give me the mic, I'm live and direct
Give me the mic, I'm live and di-bidda-bidda
Give me the mic, the best MC yet
Yeah, live in the flesh
Lick man down 38 spesh
In my face don't wanna get fresh, buda-bup-bup
[Verse 4: Jme & P Money]
Who is it? It's the durag guy
Shorts down to my knees since knee high
Putting in work
Not one of these oxymorons out here hating for likes
Who is it? It's P Money, home or away
Yeah, still independent by the way
Turned down a mill, then I made it anyway
Pocket watchers like what did he say?
Dem man are all talk, no action
Read their texts in a eediat accent
Catch man in the car park, like say that again
Bare redactions
Shit chatting again to get a reaction
On my page, checking if I'm gonna @ them
Dem man are moving like Matt Watson in a Lambo
Struggling for traction
Spin man's whip and faction (Gone)
RIP in their caption (Gone)
I ain't gotta beg for a sanction (Shing)
Sword in my belt like a Saxon (Whoa)
Father for them, whether younger or older
Belt suttin up like a champion
One-point-five got me looking at mansions
Serious points and fractions
[Verse 5: Specs Gonzalez & Big Narstie]
Who is it? It's Specs, S-P-E-C-S
See me on Sky Sports cutting dem cheques
'05, I was with Chippy on sets
Now I'm on YouTube side of the net
(Bass) Who is it? B-D-D-D to the L
What's you mean 'n' Shell
Nothing but a petrol Shell
Hit like a shotgun shell
My weed's like Babybel (Bass)
That girl ain't my friend
'Cause I told her she's taller than Tempz
I'll take her best friend's sauna again
Then pull up to the set with my glasses steamed up
Use an MC as my glasses cleaner
Wait, VAR man's wheel up
This is what I'm talking about
What the fuck is he talking about?
Smoke V3 and Jaffa, who is the gaffer
Back to back like Kappa
I'll crack your skull like my name is Napper
Dey on I am the trapper
Been on the ball like Gazza, tremendous
Run down the wing like Kaka
Aim that ting then back off
Show [?] Chewbacca
When I'm in Dam, I say [?]
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