Sounds of the Sir - P Money, Newham Generals

Everybody knows what time it is when they hear

Salute to Sir Spyro cuh this one’s

Gun fingers and a screwface when they hear

We’ll have your girlfriend in the crowd screaming

Everybody knows what time it is when they hear

Salute to Sir Spyro cuh this one’s

Gun fingers and a screwface when they hear

We’ll have your girlfriend in the crowd screaming

I’m gonna get up on the mic

Spray my lyric and shut down guys

So many wounded, they’ll shut down guys

If I draw my ting, it will shut down guys

I only work with my bredrins

That’s why I can make D Double in east side

Through the Blackwall Tunnel in east side

I originate from the south east side

I’ve got so much backing, labels can’t tell if I’m signed

No wristbands, let him through, he’s fine

Soon as I get clocked, bare P signs

Promoter better show me the P sign

Can’t jump on the set, no decline

I’ll have Jammer telling you «Declined»

After the rave, you can find me in the car park

With my chick and my seat reclined

Everybody knows what time it is when they hear

Salute to Sir Spyro cuh this one’s

Gun fingers and a screwface when they hear

We’ll have your girlfriend in the crowd screaming

Everybody knows what time it is when they hear

Salute to Sir Spyro cuh this one’s

Gun fingers and a screwface when they hear

We’ll have your girlfriend in the crowd screaming

Jump on stage, do my ting

Spit my bar, everyone sings

Them man are hard, everybody’s locked in

Try a ting, I’ll make your headtop spin

It’s not a ting, king of the ring

Nah, it’s not a commercial ting

Nah, it’s not a rehearsal ting

If he tries it now then I’m murking him

Everyone knows what time it is

Buss a bar and you know what rhyme it is

My mandem are the grimiest

Onstage, my chains are the shiniest

Yo, D Double, Footsie and P

Dun know manaman are making P

Dun know I’ll murk any biggie MC

Man can’t tell me I’m not certi (oh my god)

Everybody knows what time it is when they hear

Salute to Sir Spyro cuh this one’s

Gun fingers and a screwface when they hear

We’ll have your girlfriend in the crowd screaming

Everybody knows what time it is when they hear

Salute to Sir Spyro cuh this one’s

Gun fingers and a screwface when they hear

We’ll have your girlfriend in the crowd screaming

I’ll spit you a dirty one

I’m a big man, way past 31

Inna dis ting, I’m certi, son

Your likkle wee bars can’t hurt me, son

Yeah, #certi

Man are big man, way past 30

I’ll put in the work, get dirty

I’m like «go ahead blud, try murk me»

Yeah, go ahead, try murk man

I’ll spray a quick 16 and murk man

Or roll on man in the work van

And trust me, I put in that work, fam

This tune is a crime scene

Yeah, us man are big in the grime scene

P Money and Gens, lyrical skengs

Nobody ain’t fucking with my team, dun know

Everybody knows what time it is when they hear

Salute to Sir Spyro cuh this one’s

Gun fingers and a screwface when they hear

We’ll have your girlfriend in the crowd screaming

Everybody knows what time it is when they hear

Salute to Sir Spyro cuh this one’s

Gun fingers and a screwface when they hear

We’ll have your girlfriend in the crowd screaming