Michelle Riddim - CHIP

I heard his one… it was hard

You know, Chip boy’s goes in and then

I was like 'yeah, I’m gonna jump on this, this tune’s hard'

When I was in school, Chip was the guy

Do you get what I mean?

So all the girls in my school loved Chipmunk

Thinking rah, I wanna be like this guy

Get my rap, I can… you know what I mean?

No more lyrical war

No more lyrical war

Cuh pre-recording don’t count

When you do lyrical war (epic fail)

If you don’t like me, buss your gun

If you don’t like me, suck your mum

If you wanna make it about ends

Cool, come Tottenham, son

Put your 44 in your 4 door

And make that 45 drive

I’ve got savages who still love me

You’ll get BlukuByeBye

I’ll pepper your clart and still perform

My verse on «Don't Waste My Time»

You couldn’t be on that song over me

Oh please, don’t waste my time

The big spittas from Tottenham

Have done things to help your side

Them man get their respect

I’m like «oh where’s mine?»

«Go Down South», that helped you shut up

Sneakbo bussed this lighty, shut up

Patrick backup dancing for Clive?

Plucked your style from Kanye, shut up

Go off the rails from now

The word 'lighty', that’s for girls from now

If them man are Destiny’s Child for you

#Michelle from now (some Nando’s rice)

You little soundboy, stay off grime

You ain’t got the touch like man

And you’ve got a deal you can lose

You don’t give a fuck like man (unruly)

And she was cool, she weren’t wife

But why you gotta tell lies, fam?

(you fucking liar)

And when I made her play dirty

She said «you can’t fuck like man»

And what’s wrong with having a Smart?

I ain’t broke, are you having a laugh?

I’ve got ten bags for the girl

That’s got a restraining order on your clart

No girl in my life has ever wanted

Me that far away (oh god)

You’re gonna have some hype after this

But me take the L?

No way

Oh no, no, no

Big grade spliff, in my zone

Minding my business, handling business

Young and I spray, show, show

I’ll let it go, go, go

You was lost on the long way home

Pizza Boy and I’ve got a delivery

Right for your dome, dome, dome

I said I wouldn’t diss you, I know

But preed you sitting on your video

See, the petrol station, that’s my ting

Go get some ideas of your own

«Pepper Riddim», no, you’re not me

«In2 Remix», no, you’re not me

Bigging up my pagans when you do it

Been a snake?

That’s not me (never)

These days when I wear designer clothes

Logos, don’t see them

But I wear Burberry boxers

Batty boy, you probably pree them

What the fuck, man?

Ahh

Patrick

What you saying, out here now, yeah?

Cool, bro

Patrick, what have you done?

(oh no)

When I took you on tour

Your mum said «thank you for bringing my son» (my son)

Now I gotta bury her son (damn)

Sorry Mum, had to be done (damn)

Tell him that I’m not the one (damn)

No, tell him that I am the one (yeah)

The Matrix is over and done

The Matrix is over and done

Out your loafers, got spun

Think you’re ready so come

Been a snake, been a coon

Been a coward, been a punk (Judas yout)

Can’t even come with facts

When they step up and diss me (joke ting, fam)

Last time I took five bills for a show

You fool, I was fifteen

Now ask yourself

What was you doing then, blud?

Grime scene saviour, rudeboy

(I wear my own garms)

(Man see me on road and want arms)

Preeing my life just like everybody else

And that’s all you’ve got?

When are you niggas gonna learn, blud?

I changed the weather in the whole country

Number one’s all good and that, but

Man’s in the petrol station with you now

So everything I said in my Fire in the Booth was fucking true

And the truth hurts, init?

That’s why you niggas don’t like me, blud

Cash Motto for life

North London, I represent you to the end

Yeah?

Powers, forces, spirits

Free Mario, yeah

Man’s sold millions of records with Sony, you know

You ain’t done jack shit yet

Jumping out of his fucking pram