UK Garage/Dubstep Mashup

Lyrics

Yes, I'm back in the frame Light up a flame while I'm running the game Blow up your speakers and take all the blame Ain't on my level, what a big shame Cutting up tracks like an execution You ain't heard this, I'm an evolution What's the solution? Off me it's a bonus Other MCs were my blood donors Who's this cat from Hammersmith Spitting on tracks and chatting shit? Who told him he had a gift? Shut your mouth, guys, have a spliff We don't wanna hear your minor story It ain't never been like you, Mr. Boring Chat nonsense, you depress the ravers You wouldn't know flow if she was your next-door neighbour So what do you bring to the table? I brought five courses You bought scraps, it's horse shit My eyes see lies like Inspector Morse's Earned what I got like fair divorces Course it's better, keep the portion Made to measure, drop the pressure Come play the game, I'll test ya First I got clocked by The Streets Then I got stopped in shops on the streets So I got watched by lots of peeps But then I got dropped by The Beats But there ain't no beef To a certain degree, it's working for me There's a new version of me, personally It's made me better as an artist and an MC Give me any BPM, anything you send, I'll hurl Watch me get friendly with a pen and a pad Please don't try and put me in a box Try and pigeonhole me, other pigeons better watch I don't hip hop, I genre hop Cause if I do urban, sure to flop I'm on a next tip, spitting for the cheques tip Spit for your boys and just use it next year Hey diddle diddle, let me spit another riddim? Like another, like I've seen you in the middle with her three little girlies She winding purely, yeah, curly Give a little twirly, hurly burly See? I can chat all the bullshit It don't make sense but the kids applaud it I used to ride 138s and chat nonsense Now I need a beat from Ronson I never have been on the list of what's hot But I still win like I beat the stopclock See, I got the business brains you've not got You know I sell more T-shirts than Topshop Whether tryna write hooks for pop songs Or chatting 16s over beats from Locked On Crowds get hype, Glasgow to Hertford Better fix up, put brand new socks on This day, that day, every day a rat race Been around since Fatlace, tell me how That tastes, partner, no, I'm not a chancer Looking for the right answer like catch phrase Day, that day, every day a rat race Been around since Fatlace, tell me how That tastes, partner, no, I'm not a chancer Looking for the right answer, yo Rudeboy, don't watch me Cause I'll smack you in the boat like Rocky And no, I didn't grow up in Stepney But I'll kick you in the head like Jet Li Nobody ever said I was a grime MC And it's fine by me, run a line by me And I'll flip the script, times a rhyme by three That's me, EG - rapper, poet, MC You know I don't send any friendly fire Better piss off, bredrin, check your tyres The stock gets higher, even in a crisis I stand tallest, alright, squire? Mixed by Wire, Mr Example One day, man'll be a king, there'll be a castle Me? I'll outlast you, take your crown off Pass the parcel, fuck you, arsehole I've never been a hyped-up dude you read off I'm more like the geezer the ravers feed off More than one genre, more than one lyric I do what I like, to me there's no limit Put up your lighters, I clash the Titans Fight the fighters, Mike fight the biters Spit to my throat, got tonsillitis That's on a Monday mornin', ha I'm takin' over, run straight past ya No warnin', a real disaster Harder, faster, stronger, longer This one here was top of the classroom Stop the lecture, drop the pressure Never say never, but nevertheless I Never say no to experiments Whether it's tenements, clubs, yards, spittin' with eloquence Positive sentiments Havin' a hell of a time and it's evident Don't question my relevance I've started on this so I'm back in my element