Pepper Riddim X the End - CHIP

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Man like

Yeah

OK, so this guy thinks he’s bad cause he went jail and he’s got something to

prove

Going to jail don’t make you bad, you claff, it means you got caught on a move

I got so many MCs trying to diss me, I don’t know what to do

Well fuck that, grab the pen, clap it like leng, Bugzy I’m starting with you

Like go on then, turn into the devil, man, I grew up on Skeppy, not Devilman

But wait there, where’s Devilman?

Get the picture, hold the scripture

Think next time, don’t diss the kid, the evil ting you can miss me with

I’ll dip your mixtape in holy water, take it out and then frisbee it

Prick, straight like that, nigga, bad with a pen, I’m that nigga

Take a peep up in Tinie’s arse, you might find Cameo and Saskilla

Why you bredding man that don’t bring you?

You wanna mind what you get yourself

into

About «Oopsy Daisy», ya dun know, give me the microphone, I’ll still swing you

I can’t stop now that I’ve started, call my name out, hall are blasting

I still cut true, slim and classy, none of my tings want Big ol' Narstie, idiot

Don’t chat what you don’t know, B, no neck, looking all obese

Chatting shit 'bout my fans and yours, shut up, go fry in your own grease

And that’s four man down in 32, any other opportunist can join the queue

See, I know these man know my bars, you had to reach for me so I could hear of

you

About fuck having As and Bs or something, man sound like they can’t read or

something

That’s why you’re stuck on this road ting, cuh in music you ain’t achieving

nothing

Don’t tell me nothing about grime like it started in your city

Diss me and that’s your pity, I get Ps for a walk through in your city,

aww Chippy

Bare little pricks on the cactus one, this bar here is a casket one

I made more from pop than you do from a box and your chick still whines to my

bashment ones

On a raskit one, don’t know what they told you but I’m not a mook

Don’t know what they told you but I ain’t shook, don’t know what they told you

but you ain’t good, any halfway crook

You’re a goon?

So what, I know goons, so what?

You shot a box, so what?

Designer clothes, so what?

You’re so lost, that shit don’t make you hot

Most my niggas all sell drugs, I’ve got family in jail too

But none of my niggas do fuckries to blab about it on YouTube

And I’m still the voice of the people, bro, and you ain’t got 5 songs people

know

Try and knock my hustle, I’ll be knocking yours, still lethal with it,

you should leave it yo, because

I know you man just might run out of bars, Chip can’t run out of bars

I know you man just might run out of bars, Chip can’t run out of bars

I know you man just might run out of bars, Chip can’t run out of bars

I know you man just might run out of bars, Chip can’t run out of bars

Yeah, you get me?

Oi, trust me

I can take opinions, I just don’t like lies

Big Narstie, DTI was never ever the first grime tune ever made

It might’ve been the first grime tune made on the label you was on

But don’t tell lies in the situation to make it benefit you, that’s dead

That’s a fry in your own grease ting, trust me

And everyone can MC, I don’t mind

I can too

But trust me, no one’s making an example out of me

Believe

So what are man gonna do when they gotta stop chatting bout me?

Man like

Chipmunk, you know, yo

Right now if you look around

There ain’t much light without me

I’m the sun, you’re the moon

You cannot shine without me

Too many man wanna link up

Just to go against my pen

North London stand up

I still rep my ends

Sick MCs come from Tottenham

Real badman come from Tottenham

Went school and college in Tottenham

See a lot of bloodbaths in Tottenham

But I want big tings for Tottenham

Bun that, want big tings for London

Bun that, want big tings for England

But bad mind people, bun them

I don’t wanna hear no more problems

Quick time put an end to the nonsense

Man called me out, I came back, they came back

But they came back chatting nonsense

Man are sitting down chatting nonsense

Whole diss tracks full of nonsense

I’mma hit you with the facts, no nonsense

In the crib with my plaques, no nonsense

No airtime off me, I ain’t saying no names

Cuh I pree that you man are all 'bout nonsense

Hundred bags worth of jewels that I don’t wear

Cause I’m no longer gassed off nonsense

Back back, good over evil

Still outchea with my people

Don’t say what you heard and don’t say who said it

Come on now, stick to your G code

But let me put an end to your rumours, dead

I don’t owe nobody nuttin', dead

Never paid Chris Brown nuttin', dead

Swear on my granddad’s grave, he’s dead

Man know they can’t test me on the mic

So they wanna try switch the vibe instead

I said I am the grime scene saviour

Real talk, manaman are back from the dead but

Wunsumlysumdemsun, dead

I only asked where you are, dead

Pepper Riddim, three minutes, five man

If you can’t do the maths, dead

This ain’t between no ends, dead

It’s just me and my pen, dead

I’ve got shit to do, tunes to drop

Cheques to cut #ImStillAliveNotDead

Hating, you wish I was dead

Sorry, I can’t run out of bars

You barked up the wrong tree, now I’m fuming

Got more fire for you niggas, bars

No one told me when you’re 10 years deep

That man will build their career off your past

We’ll see who’s still here in 10 years, darg

Do your ting, I’ll do mine, I’m calm

Me no tek intimidation

I oversee mind games and stay calm

My verse is like a scripture a psalm

Shout out my brothers who read the Qur’an

Superstars might sing hooks for me

While you man sing my hooks for me

You’re just doing what I’ve done, it’s all good to me

It’s big tings to you, it’s riff raff to me

It’s some chatty patty chit-chat to me

No consent, get a legal team

My team’s tight, don’t play with me

Chipmunk, conscience kid with a conscience

Seize up still, miss me with the nonsense

My problem started out with my man

2 2s, I’m getting teams from the conference

Now look at my face, am I bothered?

From now I’mma Kermit the Frog it

So what?

Man dem spread rumours like gyal dem, them type of man dem, I don’t understand

them

It’s some chatty patty chit-chat to me

No consent, get a legal team

My team’s tight, don’t play with me

Chipmunk, conscience kid with a conscience

Seize up still, miss me with the nonsense

My problem started out with my man

2 2s, I’m getting teams from the conference

Now look at my face, am I bothered?

From now I’mma Kermit the Frog it

Pretty boy, couple pop tunes

But I can still pen up and pop it

Me VS one man?

Nah, that’s crazy

3, 4, 5, 6 man can’t take me

Nobody’s phoned me, everyone’s snaky

By now I don’t give a fuck if you rate me, I’m out

Believe & Achieve, yeah?

EPisode 1

Trust me

I ain’t even got nothing more to say, anyone that thinks they’re gonna be

chatting to me from here, understand you’re gonna be chatting to yourself,

rudeboy

Get me?

CM