Grime

Lyrics

[Intro] Serious G-R-I-M-E Prince of grime Let's go [Chorus: Yizzy] What do you call it? Drill? Fam, this one's called grime What do you call it? Trap? Nah, I call it grime What do you call it? Urban? Hell no, I call it grime What do you call it, fam? I fuckin' call it grime When I touch stage better know that's grime I was in the papers doin' up grime Shutdown Glastonbury, I did grime This ain't a rap song, no, it's grime I'm gonna put mum in a yard and when I do Know that it's all from grime When I do this ting, fam, it's grime Told them I am the prince of grime [Verse 1: Yizzy] Stop callin' me bro We don't have the same mum or dad You look like you got rushed in school Then left school and started talkin' bad Mad, so don't be talkin' back I'm not a man for idle chit-chat Bruddas on their ones are too scared to scheme But when their with two man, start act bad So bring you whole team, I take heads off Boom boom bang, red dot Hit your suicide squad with a deadshot Then I put the grime scene in a headlock Again I said I am the prince of grime and man try riot Said I made a hundred bags at nineteen Looked 'round, the same people all went quiet Mandem be constantly tellin' me that man I'm goin# in I tell 'em when I'm goin' in, I go in and I stay there So I drop another lyric, they said I'm a loser, I told them I'm in it to win it My brudda don't say there's a limit Or I treat a brudda like a zoot, I bun him and bill it You want a lyric, send an invoice then the riddim, I'll kill it You want a verse for a bag, best be addin' a digit, get with it And they told me I wouldn't get paid off grime? [Chorus: Yizzy & JME] What do you call it? Drill? Fam, this one's called grime What do you call it? Trap? Nah, I call it grime What do you call it? Urban? Hell no, I call it grime What do you call it, fam? I fuckin' call it grime When I touch stage better know that's grime I was in the papers doin' up grime Shutdown Glastonbury, I did grime This ain't a rap song, no, it's grime I'm gonna put mum in a yard and when I do Know that it's all from grime When I do this ting, fam, it's grime Told them I am the prince of grime [Verse 2: JME] Trust, man's royal in this ting GBH if you touch my skin TBH when its onsite, that's right, let me touch mic and buss my ting Don't bring a knife to a gunfight, I will bring a mic and man will just squeeze and spin Lick a man's head clean off sight, if I misfire they will still get a decent trim They're tired, I'm holdin' it up The torch on fire, man's holdin' it up You're at the back of the queue shoutin', "Yo, it's my time" But I'm holdin' it up Manamans done books, merch, performance and cinema Instead of bringin' man down, they should be fuckin' proud of the mandem ya na Serious, yo see the yard that I'm livin' in, grime See the whip, take it for a spin, grime See the supporters queuin' up around the block, still got an hour to get in, grime Been here for time, you won't realise 'cause the wrist don't shine Three generations of my family livin' stress free right now, that's because of [Chorus: Yizzy] What do you call it? Drill? Fam, this one's called grime What do you call it? Trap? Nah, I call it grime What do you call it? Urban? Hell no, I call it grime What do you call it, fam? I fuckin' call it grime When I touch stage better know that's grime I was in the papers doin' up grime Shutdown Glastonbury, I did grime This ain't a rap song, no, it's grime I'm gonna put mum in a yard and when I do Know that it's all from grime When I do this ting, fam, it's grime Told them I am the prince of grime