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lirik lagu chip - grime scene saviours (reloaded)

[verse 1 ~ chip & wiley]
oi, you try me, boy
i don’t care how you feel
anytime i touch mic, it’s a wheel
jack ’em, cause you know i got the appeal
better go get some money and get out of your fields
yeah, who is it? it’s c~h~i~p
you’re a studio spitter, i’m a live mc
i was with wiley grime at 16 so i feel proud when i see kids mcing

who is it? it’s eski mc, producer, dj can’t test me mc
outside, i’m not a hiding mc
the name’s wiley, i’m probably why they mc

let me go, yeah
cause i’m a northside 9~6~6 mc
nah, spitters can’t put it on me
chris j with it if i put you on heat
load it and rinse one double 03
who’s double 07 with a pen, that’s c
bеtter cool with the chat beforе you’re doubling back
man, i’m bringing it back like i kept the receipt
chippy

i be live on the fm freeze, please
i be the wizard who got trees
every time i spit a new bar it’s like jeez
i don’t wanna chat about booking or fees
i was born in the grease, shotting class a, lemon and cheese
got lost, i was out for the p’s
causing chaos, out with the g’s
i’m a staple like a boy better know tee
[verse 2 ~ scorcher & jammer]
it’s me, the p~ssy, them know that i red sky
been through the door, won’t go back and risk that
top boy for them, i done loads on the telly
i got bare extra days doing road with my celly

who is it? it’s it’s it’s, jamek power
i’m old school like gash by the hour
east london where the mandem are (bup, bup, bup)
north london where the mandem are

north london you know the cloth that i’m cut from
now i ain’t chatting about clash, man can get gunshot
i’m part~time rapping, i ain’t got one job
them man chat about chop and go one spot
cunch spot, you ain’t got nothing in your lunchbox
fit, riddim get duppyy when i jump on
i’m in (?) street, this ain’t lovebox
i don’t care about no stage where they love rock

when i pull up, no, i got the neckle on man
me and them man ain’t the get along gang
i don’t wanna chill nar i don’t want a hang
can’t get a draw with the zoot in my hand
came with the laptop, left with the bag
lord of the mics if man wanna clash
ask for big bars when we slew them man
who’s that? get back, draw for the mash
[verse 3 ~ kasst 8 & d double e]
who is it? kasst from toxteth l8
no, i can’t blend in
no, it’s not for the bait
i’m the same one that smoked plod in the chase
pulled up to the cat and said, ‘soz for the wait’

straight win, win, win, the coach and none of them can dis this ting
not on the hairs of my chin, chin, chin
king of reload, i’m the reload king

you know kasst is (?) i’m toxteth l8
(?)
baygally on, but i’m baygate
still got work on the state gate
still got plod tryna tailgate man, that’s rage bait
tell them vacate, leave me be
why you asking me? go and ask chat gpt
i could’ve been playing ball like cp3, but i jumped on a bike, no cbt

check, check, everything set yeah everything check
give me the mic i’m live and direct
give me the mic i’m live and di~ridda~ridda~ridda
give me the mic the best mc
yeah, yeah live in the flesh
l!ck man down 38 spesh
in my face don’t wanna get fresh
(serious, bidda buh buh)

[verse 4 ~ jme & p money]
who is it? it’s the do~rag guy
shorts down to my knees since knee high
putting in work not one of these oxymorons out here hating for life

who is it? it’s p money, home or away
yeah, still independent by the way
turned down a mill then i made it anyway
pocket watchers like what did he say?

them man are all talk no action
read their texts in a eediot accent
catch man in the car park like say that again
bare redactions
sh~t chatting again to get a reaction
on my page, checking if i’m gonna act them
them man are moving like matt watson in a lambo, struggling for traction

spin man’s whip and faction
gone, r i p in their caption
gone, i ain’t gotta beg for a sanction
ching, sword in my belt like a saxon
whoa!
farther for them, whether younger or older
belt suttin up like a champion
1.5 got me looking at mansions
serious points and fractions

[verse 5 ~ specs & big narstie]
who is it? it’s specs s~p~e~c~s
see me on sky sports cutting them checks
05, i was with chippy on sets
now i’m on youtube, cyber the net

bass, who is it? b d~d~d to the l
what’s you mean ‘n’ sh~ll
nothing but a petrol sh~ll
hit like a shotgun sh~ll
my weed’s like babybel
bass

that girl ain’t my friend, ’cause i told her she’s taller than tempz
i’ll take her best friend’s sauna again, then pull up to the set with my glasses steamed up
use an mc as glasses cleaner
wait, var man’s wheel up
this is what i’m talking about
what the f~ck is he talking about?

smoke v3 and jaffa, who is the gaffer
back to back like kappa
i’ll crack your skull like my name is napper
dey on i am the trapper
been on the ball like gazza. tremendous!
run down the wing like kaka
aim that ting then back off
show (?) chewbacca
when i’m in dam, i say (?)

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