Chip - Michelle Riddim lyrics

[Intro: Yungen Sample] Obviously Chipmunk made me do it, if I'm honest I heard his one... it was hard You know, Chip boy's goes in and then I was like 'yeah, I'm gonna jump on this, this tune's hard' When I was in school, Chip was the guy Do you get what I mean? So all the girls in my school loved Chipmunk Thinking rah, I wanna be like this guy Get my rap, I can... you know what I mean? [Verse] No more lyrical war No more lyrical war Cuh pre-recording don't count When you do lyrical war (epic fail) If you don't like me, buss your gun If you don't like me, s** your mum If you wanna make it about ends Cool, come Tottenham, son Put your 44 in your 4 door And make that 45 drive I've got savages who still love me You'll get BlukuByeBye I'll pepper your clart and still perform My verse on "Don't Waste My Time" You couldn't be on that song over me Oh please, don't waste my time The big spittas from Tottenham Have done things to help your side Them man get their respect I'm like "oh where's mine?" "Go Down South", that helped you shut up Sneakbo bussed this lighty, shut up Patrick backup dancing for Clive? Plucked your style from Kanye, shut up Go off the rails from now The word 'lighty', that's for girls from now If them man are Destiny's Child for you #Michelle from now (some Nando's rice) You little soundboy, stay off grime You ain't got the touch like man And you've got a deal you can lose You don't give a f** like man (unruly) And she was cool, she weren't wife But why you gotta tell lies, fam? (you f**ing liar) And when I made her play dirty She said "you can't f** like man" And what's wrong with having a Smart? I ain't broke, are you having a laugh? I've got ten bags for the girl That's got a restraining order on your clart No girl in my life has ever wanted Me that far away (oh god) You're gonna have some hype after this But me take the L? No way Oh no, no, no Big grade spliff, in my zone Minding my business, handling business Young and I spray, show, show I'll let it go, go, go You was lost on the long way home Pizza Boy and I've got a delivery Right for your dome, dome, dome I said I wouldn't diss you, I know But preed you sitting on your video See, the petrol station, that's my ting Go get some ideas of your own "Pepper Riddim", no, you're not me "In2 Remix", no, you're not me Bigging up my pagans when you do it Been a snake? That's not me (never) These days when I wear designer clothes Logos, don't see them But I wear Burberry boxers Batty boy, you probably pree them What the f**, man? Ahh Patrick What you saying, out here now, yeah? Cool, bro Patrick, what have you done? (oh no) When I took you on tour Your mum said "thank you for bringing my son" (my son) Now I gotta bury her son (damn) Sorry Mum, had to be done (damn) Tell him that I'm not the one (damn) No, tell him that I am the one (yeah) The Matrix is over and done The Matrix is over and done Out your loafers, got spun Think you're ready so come Been a snake, been a coon Been a coward, been a punk (Judas yout) Can't even come with facts When they step up and diss me (joke ting, fam) Last time I took five bills for a show You fool, I was fifteen Now ask yourself What was you doing then, blud? Grime scene saviour, rudeboy (I wear my own garms) (Man see me on road and want arms) Preeing my life just like everybody else And that's all you've got? When are you n***as gonna learn, blud? I changed the weather in the whole country Number one's all good and that, but Man's in the petrol station with you now So everything I said in my Fire in the Booth was f**ing true And the truth hurts, init? That's why you n***as don't like me, blud Cash Motto for life North London, I represent you to the end Yeah? Powers, forces, spirits Free Mario, yeah Man's sold millions of records with Sony, you know You ain't done jack sh** yet Jumping out of his f**ing pram