Link Up Season - Dexplicit, CHIP, Rocks FOE

Oh, what a grimy scene

Oh, what a grimy scene

Oh, what a grimy scene

Oh, what a grimy scene

This is the London scene

This is the London scene

This is the London scene

Tell them about the grime scene

Man don’t know about Chippy though

From North, yeah, I grew up on the Risky Roadz

Bun all the iceberg history though

Dem man’s history’s a mystery though

Man get lost and try send shots

Nah fam, miss me with your miss me flows

Diss me?

No, that’s risky, bro

Round here there’s no frisky flows

Yeah, I pepper anytime, pepper anyone

Pepper, what’s your name?

Pepper, mi no care (dead!)

You man forgot who’s colder

That’s why I’m back now and everybody showed up

And still couldn’t give a rocks if you’re older

I’ll take you, your gyal and over

Fake MCs wanna diss me, I hate them

Hungry, trust me, I also hate them

I’m like test SL, that’s a no-no, no-no

We set the blueprint though, that’s oh no

Been doing this since 2−0-0−0

I’m feeling myself, no homo

And I’m a stick like the man on the polo

Girls go down on your boy like yo-yo

No strings attached, I’m like YOLO

And I still snap on the track, no photo

Snap, if you boys get me vexed

I’ll snap, I might just break your back

Like snap, I might just break a neck

Like snap, I’m like snap, snap, snap

G, stop acting a fool

I’ve been had platinum plaques on the wall

Brand new fresh Air Max on a walk

And I’m in the hood like tags on the wall

Oh, what a grimy scene

Oh, what a grimy scene

Oh, what a grimy scene

Oh, what a grimy scene

This is the London scene

This is the London scene

This is the London scene

Tell them about the grime scene

Why do these man kiss arse?

I’m in the garden watering plants

Fuck you and your shit bars

I’m chilling, billing a big spliff in France

I don’t need no introduction

I’m better than all these guys you give suction

Anybody disagrees?

Fuck them

I’m just smoking my trees and hustling

Trust me, I’m on this reckless ting

And I will be until my necklace blings

Holla at your nigga Black The Ripper

Everyone knows I rep this ting

Smoke my weed in front of police

You know me, I disrespect the ting

See me in my Dank of England tee

One joint will lick off your headtop clean

I’m the farrda but never been gassed up

I lean off any riddim I squeeze on

From day one, I’ve been the wickedest ting

Dem man there can’t prove me wrong

Man light up a verse, man write up a song

I get mad and start put shots first in a song

I learnt from the dons of the 90s, so they couldn’t try me

I put them in a hearse on a song

Yeah, and now I’m an original don

In grime, E3's where the originals are from

When war a get wicked, hit them for six like cricket

I know man there long time

Dead that, dog dem never waste time

Fix tings, quick ting, yeah, a couple car fines

Dem man are gonna bred and violate my status?

Presidential from long time

Oh, what a grimy scene

Oh, what a grimy scene

Oh, what a grimy scene

Oh, what a grimy scene

This is the London scene

This is the London scene

This is the London scene

Tell them about the grime scene

Foe

Send shots on the sly, tell a man any time of the day

Cut a man short with a clip of the bar then I line up the fade

Don’t raise up your tone, don’t stretch on your dynamic range

GOD with the flow, man know when I’m live in the place

Live in my space, in my zone

Live in your face, in your dome

You lie in, I’m awake from the go

You lying in the main, it’s a show

Three lies, I’m taking her home

Crack and go, should come back to back with the Foe

Make a man know that I don’t play

Catch a rapper lacking then I go straight

Make a man run out, best roll safe

DG was born in

With marvellous bars and fatherless flows

My 16s are hard as elbows

I’m Haagen-Daaz cold, who are you?

What are those?

Don’t mek me pull it, bullet

I’ll give a man new shell toes

I’m as rude as Gullit, bullet

For them man what sell their souls

It’s clapped 'em, clapped 'em to Clapham

Make it clap like I’m a Busta anthem, clap

Clap for them, they can’t clap to me rapping

Round of applause cuh this is a wrap

Wrap them up like they’ve all got it twisted

No, I won’t send, I will do the business

I’ll take out your top 10 listed

And circle your ends like Chinese whispers

Oh, what a grimy scene

Oh, what a grimy scene

Oh, what a grimy scene

Oh, what a grimy scene

This is the London scene

This is the London scene

This is the London scene

Tell them about the grime scene