Who put the skip in the skippy flow?
Who keeps the kids on their tippy toes?
Who put the Skinners in videos?
Who put the hits on the hitlist?
Who put the crisp in the biscuit?
Man like Fronty and Mission though
I'm a Robinson and don't live in Bow
If you don't man that's a living GOAT
I rep East London with the realest quotes
Ride out ting
Young box on a ride out ting
Fuck that, seven seater to Heathrow
Fly out ting
Pop quiz, who put the Eski in Eskimo?
Shell down dance like Tempa bro
And still puttin petrol at Texaco
Who put metaphors in this grime shit?
Man like Sharky and I did
Old skool like Run D and them man there
Furthermore Andrew and them man there
Crawford, man are family with them man there
Likkle mad ting with Ramsey and them man there
Ai it's cool now, old news
Evening Standard and them man there
Think I finna fly Bambi and them man there?
Now I floss like Lambi and them man there!
If you ain't at Angie's with them mandem
Social man are anti with them mandem
Spyder man are champs with them mande-de'
Some man are pretend, man
Us man here don't party with them man
One Grey Goose and pack up with ten man
I don't really roll out but if I do we go all-out
Drink all night so we can ball out
Fall in line, nah, we will fall out
Tell a girl "Why front?"
Like my underpant
Man are bedroom bully, Shabba Ranks
There's a whole leap of gyaldem running man down true stories
You can't leng down a stage show like me
There's a whole leap of gyaldem running man down, ay
Hold tight the gyaldem though, hold tight the ends too
And again and again
In too deep
Blood I'm in too deep
Part of the furniture in this scene
And the three piece suit's still a three piece suite
Yeah I spin a man, I Billy Jean these beats
A man wanna chat about TP3, that's a next ting
Over the fence ting
Be a chopper, crossbar, BMX ting
St. Olave's on a don't drive decks ting, set ting, butchie might pass on the next ting
I kept money in a box that my creps come in
Before my first Wiley cheque come in
So what, them man are flexing?
Them man are keyboard flexing?
Well, your girl's poom-poom stinks like the A13 Beckton exit
Wanna get immature? We can petty
We don't do Twitter wars, you can get slept quick
Wanna get old school, we can get sket shit
But new banger's on deck shit
I'm so ghetto, my bredrin was the tip of my electric
Now I got the fucking car from Scalextric
Party on, we don't rave with no dead tings
Dark and red skin, get me, it's a