The Lowdown

Lyrics

[Intro] Yo, listen Alright it's Trim, Trim Had few wars, wars (I can't lie, can't lie) And I'm on them innit (Yeah) Don't care, I writ bars on bars, no-one heard them So I thought I'd just, express myself, lay it out (out) Let it get me 'cause I'm Trim innit, you need to hear these things 'cause a lot of things happened (Happened) Alright it started with the lowdown Yo, yo [Verse 1] Let me tell you the lowdown Trim and Storm, the showdown Well it's over now They were soldiered down Let me slow it down I went jail and I stood my ground You get bail 'cause you use your mouth Kerry smells but you licked her out Your face got fixed for that Big meaty scabs That's what you get for eating slags In raves, they go mad for you You get paid and I'm glad for you But drinking piss is bad for you It's not Trim no more, it's dad to you What do I have to do to get it through to you? Fake is my view of you That's why I'm slewing you It's Trim, passing through [Verse 2] Okay Shaun Lewis, this is how were gonna do it You fail like a Ford Buick Mum's Jewish, you wish Island man with pricks Not forgetting where Sibbie's from or where he pissed Island's where your half sister lives not far from Trim's trip Island's not where I live but you can catch me in the bits I'm always in the bits And Abbey Lane's where you mumzy is Just keep saying my name, we'll get your mumzy Chief Shaun Lewis, just a prick in the bits Shaun Lewis each clip for Clitch Shaun Lewis, where you going with this? You're not a lyricist You're not flowing, I'll show him I'm a bigger fish I'm a big bad dub and you're a mini disk That's broken and finished with [Verse 3] Name's Storm But we'll call him Scabs In school he wanked over porno mags And was forced to jack an old lady's bag Storm is Shaun and Shaun is Scabs Karlene's a slag who goes out with Scabs Scabs thinks he's bad 'cause of the slags he's had Scabs ate a slag with crabs That's why Scabs got big scabs on his face And his face is fucked Bun's been glocked And he dressed up, nah that's not thug Grass man up, Sibbie pissed on his clothes and stuff He's never been road you mug You've ate loads of muff Flow's not rough So not rough but life has been I can see why you can think you're thug but you're a has-been Trim's not a faking thug but I have been Someone pour you up we'll keep clashin' I need to get my ratings up, so who's mashing? Try to get Trim You must have been ping But you're anything You're my answer for everything You won't win, not a chance, you're anything Move your skin, kick your ass, break everything Here to win, never last to be threatening [Bridge] Alright, and then Cell 22 Come out of the Green (Green) Dunno where he was going with it I didn't write no lyrics, I had lyrics, got lyrics Always, everyday lyrics So, listen (okay) [Verse 4] I put Cell through lyrical hell, don't make his head swell So much breath we're used to the smell Mans eat ass, they bite their thumbnail But some try bread but fail Just too stale Cut your throat, make your face go pale Send mumzy death threat mail Oh well, she's next on the scale And if I go jail, my boys won't fail to bust your tail Your crew as well Whether male or female It's the end of the rail Oi blud, better bail Peep at the last time that you inhale A quick light, a couple shells fell You won't live to tell no tale 'Cause Cell, it's the end of the rail [Bridge 2] Then out of the green Sniper tried to clash Scratch And I couldn't have that No way (ah, I just had to light him up...) Trim, Scratch, Trim, Scratch, Roll Deep Yo [Verse 5] Name's Sniper but we'll call him Chitch His flow's shit, some big nosed prick in the bits Snipers Chitch and Chitch is Bomani honestly Bomani's got a brother called Barasi They live in barley malt English, but spitting with a yardie flow He's good to go, got a ring in the nose Always linking with bro's Always nicking his clothes Scenario goes; Scratch is my bro, stop chatting his flow I catch holes in your tank top You're a wank wap, fuck off Or get chucked off bare in better hair Trim Then I pull bomb squad to tear skin And rip out your eyebrow ring You see me You see me king [Bridge 3] And then Ace come met me at radio (Rinse 1 double-0 3) With Red Rum and that And Sniper Then he tried to go on like he was in control Like of what's going on here So, he said he's gonna send someone for me I said "alright, do what you're doing innit Fuck it do what you're doing I'll do what I'm doing" (Alright, alright, cool) So I went home, thought about it Had a long think and then I thought Ace is trying it (Nah, what?) Alright, alright (Nah, nah, nah) [Verse 6] Yeah, let me change the pace Fuck Sniper E, I'll merk Major Ace The name's a waste Someone save his face, he looks like Flavor Flav Who's Major Ace wade in? I'll cave his face with a Lucozade drink Said Major Ace, so, let's see if he says Trim And on the other night, Ace got a beatin' Sponge and AJ beat him When I heard this, I was creasin' Ace is a sweet thing I heard man was sayin' "'low it leave him" Trust me they're cowards breathin' Flows they try thievin' lyrics with no meaning Like, "ya ya ya", I'm so not feeling But at raves its a wheelin' To some its appealin' Ace is old school so I should leave him But Bushkin beat him When SLK come on the set, he was hide and seekin' His girl's a sket though, mine Roll Deep in It's either open relationship or she's cheatin' She's cheating, he's eating and they're happy Ace is about as fuck that as a nappy You'll get kicked out of his trackie Fed rock acky I know his friends call him gappy We call his friends fassy's And his skin disorder causes patches That's why his face looks tacky Leanda and Tiffany were close friends Ace wifey'd both of them They're alright but I wouldn't get close to them Leanda got close to my friend She was in the ends on weekends Rolling deep with deep men And Ace needs a skeng He got beat up by Bushkin in Napa Got took for a slapper And had to sekkle his jaw With the pebbles on the floor He's not ready for war Don't think that he's raw I don't think that he's raw We don't think that he's raw So, why does he think that he's raw? Why does he think that he's raw? Cos he says "ya ya ya" but nah nah nah Don't understand fully This is my playground and I play the bully I creep up in the hoodie Leaves holes in your woolly and your girls nunny Test Trim, how could he? You'll crumble like cookie Wanna bet? We'll take it to the bookie [Outro] Its Javan, Trimvan, Taliban, Talli, Trim Trim-thug, Trimothy, Trimson, Trimal, Trimbal, Trim's cool Don't try it, Chris Street's my bits So don't care if you like it, fight it Write it down, take a picture There's no fixture, winner stays on