My Sound - Kano

My sound’s the realest

My sound’s the real deal

Hold tight the ends, East Ham, Plaistow, Stratford

Canning Town, stand up, ayy!

Hold tight the ends that city

Got the whole ends and Richard with me

Man like Goose and my nigga Sticky

Ashmond just got the Richard Mille

Man can’t call me no pickaninny

Big magnum cost a pretty penny

Couple LPs and a couple Diddys

Couple Liv Popes and a couple Iggys

All-white dance get shutdown

Ragga, them pedals just touch down

Gyal come with you, they’re with us now

Boogie got jungle on lock now

I don’t cut shapes, I just cut riddim

If it ain’t Vybez, I ain’t fucking with it

Rudeboys don’t response for no dissing

Catch up inna big is a man’s schism

Man have got the rum-pu-pu-pum-pum

Mek a boy run like he stole something

Run up on me, that’s a madness

Rum-pu-pu-pum-pum

Hold tight the mandem on lockdown

God bless and keep your 'ead up now

Wifey was real, she did hold out

Dozen roses up her nose now

My sound’s the realest, we know

Shut down dance wherever we go

And we keep a big ting for those haters

And it goes po-po-po-po-po-po

My sound’s the realest, we know

Shut down dance wherever we go

And we keep a big ting for those haters

And it goes po-po-po-po-po-po

Corned beef and rice, it was real then

Please buss a shot for your real friend

Man like Fab and my nigga Smithy

Got the whole ends and Richard with me

Man just might fly up Manny

Link up the mandem up Manny

Got a couple bruddas up country

Hold tight Kygo and Jus D

My sound’s the realest, we know

Shut down dance wherever we go

And we keep a big ting for those haters

And it goes po-po-po-po-po-po

My sound’s the realest, we know

Shut down dance wherever we go

And we keep a big ting for those pagans

And it goes (po-po-po-po-po-po)

Dem boy some haters

Hating for real

Those boys some haters

So we keep a big ting for those pagans

And it goes (everybody dead now)

We either whine gyal or we stan' up

But badman don’t MC Hammer

Made in the manor where the guns dem clap up

Don’t need no Santa fi boy get wrap up

Must big up Marlene and Big Pat up

RIP Auntie Vicky, true champion

Down by the River Thames,

Mum played and she played Daddy

They scream no black role models on these streets

But man model Roleys out on these streets

Tryna push a roller out on these streets

Tryna get a Rover out on these deets

Paid my dues, then get no receipt

This the motherfucking thanks I get from this scene?

Ten years deep, a thousand 16s

And man a headline but didn’t receive

Let me bloodclart live, spit my bloodclart shit

I’m a forefather, that’s my bloodclart kids

Tell a hater it is what it bloodclart is

Then tell a real sound man to bring back my ting

My sound’s the realest, we know

Shut down dance wherever we go

And we keep the big sitting for those haters

And it goes po-po-po-po-po-po

My sound’s the realest, we know

Shut down dance wherever we go

And we keep a big ting for those haters

And it goes po-po-po-po-po-po

My sound’s the realest

My sound’s the real

My end’s the realest

My mandem real