Grime Riddim - Novelist

Alright den, yeah

Bow, N-O-V-D-D-D

RIP Esco, yeah, okay den

Alright den

To all the real man in North

Put your hands in the air and—*gunshot*

Put your hands in the air and—*gunshot*

Put your hands in the air and—*gunshot*

To all the real man in East

Put your hands in the air and—*gunshots*

Put your hands in the air and—*gunshots*

Put your hands in the air and—*gunshots*

To all the real man in South

Put your hands in the air and—*gunshot*

Put your hands in the air and—*gunshot*

Put your hands in the air and—*gunshots*

To all the real man in West

Put your hands in the air and—*gunshots*

Put your hands in the air and—*gunshots*

Put your hands in the air and—*gunshots*

Come to the dance and spin it (Spin it)

Make man jump, no ribbit (Ribbit)

Heard that version of my flow but couldn’t believe man did it (Man did it)

Shower man flows and lyrics (Lyrics)

Man telling me they dig it (Dig it)

Whole lot of tourists, when they see Novelist live on a UK visit (Visit)

Come to the dance and rip it (Rip it)

Came in the game like, «Bring it» (Bring it)

Trying to jump in a clash with me was a dangerous sport like cricket (Cricket)

Tell a MC don’t brick it (Brick it)

Seen a big man turn midget (Turn midget)

Nuttin' but pure reloads in the dance when I drop any eight-bar snippet (Brup)

To all the real man in North

Put your hands in the air and—*gunshot*

Put your hands in the air and—*gunshot*

Put your hands in the air and—*gunshot*

To all the real man in East

Put your hands in the air and—*gunshots*

Put your hands in the air and—*gunshots*

Put your hands in the air and—*gunshots*

To all the real man in South

Put your hands in the air and—*gunshot*

Put your hands in the air and—*gunshot*

Put your hands in the air and—*gunshots*

To all the real man in West

Put your hands in the air and—*gunshots*

Put your hands in the air and—*gunshots*

Put your hands in the air and—*gunshots*

Let me tell you how a man sounded

Got the females and the mandem bouncing

Novelist got bare bars and styles

And you’ve only got one flow like a public fountain

Lose out, I doubt it, got no pasta, I’m not a

Please don’t tell me about it, all of the clout chasers don’t know what tout is

I’m a don, don’t doubt it, best way talking to me’s not shouting

You don’t wanna get disciplined like Shaolin

No man will ever see me throwing the towel in

Don’t wanna be childish, kids that wanna act up get grounded

Man try diss me and it rebounded, sometimes, gotta leave man confounded

To all the real man in North

Put your hands in the air and—*gunshot*

Put your hands in the air and—*gunshot*

Put your hands in the air and—*gunshot*

To all the real man in East

Put your hands in the air and—*gunshots*

Put your hands in the air and—*gunshots*

Put your hands in the air and—*gunshots*

To all the real man in South

Put your hands in the air and—*gunshot*

Put your hands in the air and—*gunshot*

Put your hands in the air and—*gunshots*

To all the real man in West

Put your hands in the air and—*gunshots*

Put your hands in the air and—*gunshots*

Put your hands in the air and—*gunshots*

Buss it, buss it, buss it

Buss it, buss it

Buss it, bow

Reload King