Grime Daily: Who Said I Can't Do Grime? Lyrics - Lowkey

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[Lowkey] 

Whether you're in HMV or KFC, H.M.P. or A&E 

I make them see A-N-D let you know the C-A-S-E 

From LDN not NYC, on the M-I-C I'm M.I.B 

Like BIG, the MVP, VIP to the E-N-D 

E.G. my CD is way too D-E-E-P 

That goes for your TV screen, DVD or BBC 

ITN or ITV, C-O-Ps say ID please 

S-T-O-P like IC3, wanna see me hooked to an I.V. G 

In a ICU but I'm N-O-T 

They went OT with the M.O.B 

Can't see me through the F-O-G 

Don't cuss mothers of S.O.B.s 

These MCs are O.A.P.s 

Wanna hype up I'm like 'OK G' 

You think your B-A-D get a P-E-N and a P-A-D 

If the C.I.A. and the F.B.I. the MI6 and the MI5 

Get on the A3 then I drive, turn up the A.C. FYI 

MJ like P-Y-Ts, LOL another T-Y-P 

I E-A-T on E-I-D, twist CID like Levi Jeans 

D-I-E like BNP, EDL just BFGs 

Youths don't want no GCSEs 

They want COD on the PS3 

I'm like DP or PE or KRS from BDP 

Download this on your MP3 

Send it to your MP and MTV 

Not on this ting like A.D.D 

Your CD I rate PG 

Like KKKs with AKs my AKA is AA 

Take you off the road ASAP 

DDT these JLS MCs 

What you just saw basically... 

Is how to murder the ABCs 

Cos I'm back in the booth 

Rappers wanna chat about the strap they stashed in the back of the boot 

But I chat to the youths, abstract or backpacked 

My attributes are stacked to the roof 

I capture the truth, pour it on tracks with my views 

Then I sell it out the back of the boot 

I'm positive you're negative, you're whack and confused 

I'm back and the fact is your Dad's in the room 

Ain't a chap that you rappers can battle with 

Every chat that I spat is immaculate 

Any track that I smash I'm attacking it 

Heard you rap fam, your tracks are inadequate 

Your CD was cack, it was crap, I'm dashing it 

You follow fashion, with rap I'm passionate 

Blood starts splashing, your whip you dash in it 

Said you were packing a Mac in the back of it 

Kizzy, I'm busy, I'm really a brilliant guy 

It's gritty and sh*tty but really the city is mine 

If you diss me, pity the silly billy that try 

From Bricky to Piccadilly to Missisipi I'm live 

Get Milli if you Milli Vanilli's gimme the vibe 

Get Jiggy like Willy spitting the wittiest rhymes 

Uncivilised, ignorant, diligent type 

And I victimise an idiot a million times 

Hey hey we ray-rays will spray flames 

Take snakes off the road like AA 

So waste brays, vacate and make space 

You bait fakes, ain't straight you stay fake 

Chase papes, you chase dames like 'babes wait' 

On a lay-lay you date rape to save face 

In the same place we maintain and ain't changed 

We make tapes that rake papes like Kay Slay 

Don't dismiss or diss this, we live this 

From Lisbon to Ipswich 

For instance the dick's got your sister addicted 

Oh look! Big tits came for a quick fix 

You're limper than Bizkit, you nitwits 

A monster, a beast when I stomp on the beat 

If the nonsense you speak is not gonna cease 

I'm conscious but leave unconscious emcees 

Don't respond to the beef if you're nonces or NEETS 

Get ill upon the rhythm when I kill 'em with the lyrical 

Finish up my dinner then I drill 'em with the syllable 

Don't really care what you did or what you didn't do 

Little fools are miniscule, spitting isn't difficult 

You found your mind cos I'm outta mine 

Fuck a pound sign, came for the crown in grime 

I told you once, I told you a thousand times 

I'm a fountain of acid you're alkaline 

You alcoholics are out of time 

Got a mountain to climb if your mouth is lying 

Bow to his highness I'm bound to shine 

Let me coach you on vocals and how to rhyme 

Think I'm vexed with your indirects 

If I spit rhymes next I slit five necks 

I'm a big time threat to you pissed sly vets 

This guy lives life inside stress 

I'm the best in the game, not impressed with the fame 

I'm testing my aim if I send for your name 

Successful or lame, they kept it the same 

But whatever the weather it's destined to change 

Couldn't give a f*ck for your creps and your chain 

You slobber on the mic like a sket giving brain 

I'm mental, deranged, crush temples and frames 

My pencil will end you like petrol and flames 

Burns like syphilis, you nerds are privileged 

When I die you can say that you heard the sickest spit 

My verse is limitless, the earth is spinning quick 

Pure words of wickedness that I murk the rhythm with 

Heard you were good, it's a shame that you're not 

Don't care about your chain or the fame that you got 

Keep my name on your brain cos I came for your spot 

What you're making is pop, they say it's a lot 

You're whack bro with your cat flow, but your whack though 

Put your cap low, prat go back home 

This monster is stronger than Castro's backbone 

I attack those little fat bowcats so 

Don't ever get arrogant, don't start panicking 

Phone your management, mumbling 

Man are in the manor getting' mad again 

Don't care 'bout your swagger, mandem or your medallion 

What's the matter then maggot? Where's your magnum 

When there's beef mandem are missing like Madeline 

I been badder than you and your bag of men 

What's happening when I kill 'em with a pad and pen 

Ain't got the bars in your pad to match me 

Me, I'm so fast I should catch a taxi 

Have you got the picture like paparazzi? 

You like the facts to go back to back B 

When I watch you rap it's like crazy comedy 

I've got a 'don't rate fake G' policy 

F*ck your awards I don't rate these nominees 

Just little fickle Jay-Z wannabes 

You hobos are old though, it's oh so true 

No promo, logo or photo-shoot 

F*ck your postcode, MOBO and Polo suit 

My opponents are hoping I won't go through 

I'm certainly burning these burglars verbally 

Murking these murkers 'til mercenaries murder me 

Burst in and turning your Burberry Burgundy 

Guernsey to Germany, Jersey to Bermondsey 

True rhyme, ain't got a pen, you can use mine 

Ain't staying underground like a tubeline 

Im'ma come through with shine in due time 

Which one of you pr*cks said I can't do grime? 

Which one of you pr*cks said I can't do grime? 

Which one of you pr*cks said I can't do grime?