Is This Grimey Enough?

Lyrics

[Intro] Yo, tell me is this grimey enough? Fucker, tell me is this grimey enough? Yo, is this grimey enough? (Check, check, check) Look, I'm grimey like Noriega [?] nice, but I got poor behaviour Flow like I am the nation's saviour You're wack, you keep wasting paper I've been about since Space Invaders Chasing papers, I'm the original Woah, I'm the most lyrical, woah Check the background... Check, check, check, check... [Verse 1] Look, music's the movement, these are mad lines These are my bars, spit what I like I appeal to kids who ride bikes Choose to download but quick to buy knifes And I'm one but choose to ride mine But if you're on hype shoot you're [?] I'm all day long, you're over by five If you just [?] flow from Nite Nite I been about since [?] and [?] Book you [?] moonwalked with Mike Shuffle with Hammer, run at man with [?] Live on stage with Tiger, they say I'm the rhymer, the writer's writer The ones who [?] the nigga with the shit Dirty like Legal with a Swiss Bass make you screw your face off like B.O. on a chick But too sick, don't need to prove it That we're the realest, straight up guerillas With no unit, with no music F the chart, I invest in art Don't contribute to bullshit This year K bust like a full clip Next year K take over [?] with [?] [?] You ain't big, you got bars, you're a bit bigger You ain't eatin' like, "Err that's a shit dinner" I hit chicks send kids in her Still three months later there ain't no kids in her And I ain't no kid killer But GCSE [?] that shit Bang for them fat chicks Treat six like the bar [?] back the plastic I know it ain't no black shit but I don't give a fuck Like track six on my last tracklist Uhh, you won't see more [?] The shit comes [?] with a fine working it We buy the bar, you're serving it Buy out the shop, you're working it All because the beat, I'm murking it Way before Ps and Qs I was on the street with Ps and Qs Then I was with the streets in Ps and Qs Now it's all [?] decent shoes Cars and in town for interviews Look, I've been through the shit that you went through Respect me, I'll respect you Huh, forget you I'm just at the stage you're trying to get to Just 'cause you ain't made it already Best up your speed like [?] Yo, I cheated, I'm over-decent And my face is just made for the telly I'm making pounds and I ain't wastin' a penny Please [?] I ain't wastin' a [?] We keep popping up, you wish you could Roll with us, me and [?] chop it up There ain't no team stopping us Except police for the speed on the bus And if it's street, we handle the beef Next day [?] real [?] It's history, I rap for the meantime If I flop then I am on some street crime No deal just [?] the green line Picture me no beat but a B-line [Bridge] The rhythm is the bass and the bass is the treble The rhythm is the bass and the bass is the treble The rhythm is the bass and the bass is the treble The rhythm is the bass and the bass is the treble Same emceeing on the same instrumental Fuck rules, I do me, I'm a rebel The rhythm is the bass, fucking up your speakers and (Yo, yo) Kicking in your face (Yo, yo, check your background) [Verse 2] Look, look, I been hot since D�j� on [?] days Master System and Quasar days So you can't hate if I [?] And spend your whole wages on Bathing Ape Just touch mic and I'll blaze the rave With one sixteen and a famous eight I'm on point like a razor blade Sharp like Steve Harvey's fade, you hardly ate Fuck that, I ate the plate Marathon niggas don't take a break See if you clock that straight away You're KitKat nigga, I'm old school Snickers And back with a vengeance, laugh at contenders Exposing who's rapping horrendous Yeah, I run the road for real With my event just like track and field Since wagon wheels, I was racing Now I use road for the inspiration I'm still there, yeah, integrating Footlocker tracksuit [?] with laces I'm big living in this Little Britain Cruising tempo, choose to rep road Tunes will get sold, on top And refuse to let go, "Computer says no..." [Outro] If you see me in a gang with my crew Know that it could be on top for you This ain't the remix, this is the sequel Come back ten times harder and evil We ain't equal, you ain't my people It's real talk and we don't believe you We don't deceive you, what you see is what you get Don't need no receipt, no regrets Don't need no degree just to get The content 'cause the street's the concept Way before Ps and Qs, way before Ps and Qs Way before Ps and Qs, way before Ps and Qs Way before Ps and Qs, way before Ps and Qs Nigga, check the background