Dok - Fire in the Booth Part 2 lyrics

[Instrumental 1: "Ghetto Kyote" by Treble Clef] 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... On the mic right now, start a fight right now Went left but I'm right now, it's alright now You ain't got a plaque, pipe down Peng lighty, that's mine She wants D, look, I wanna write right now Told her listen up babe, I'll fill up this page and Bring the pipe right round And fix your leak, man make the fish go deep I grab the pen, it's peak Man think they can murk me, OMG Big up, you've got big dreams C-H-I to the P, that lyrical G Top 90s baby's MC My man said that he don't take coke Looked at his nose like "that's not weed" Me, I'm Michael Jackson of grime This year I'm going on Bad 25 Done with the sly digs, actually try Look, actually blud I can actually rhyme You with the words as hard as eggs Look, you can get scrambled, boiled or fried I get high, I listen to Sox So on the mic, I pulled up mine Yeah, big up grime and what it surfaced I disappeared, I ain't perfect But I'll done ya dance with these verses I don't know what I'm doing but it's working Me, I think and see beyond the surface I might do a song featuring myself So I can know how it feels to feel nervous Fam, have you got the right idea? Chipmunk's back, verbal diarrhoea Who's the MC I'm supposed to fear? Believe your own hype until I'm here You can't hide the truth Don't want fire? Boy, hide the booth I heard Tinie's Fire in the Booth Oi Charlie, that weren't fire in the booth Want fire? You can count on me Torn ligament in my knee So right now I can't bend it like Beckham But you can get a toe punt out the scene Watch out, this year I'm coming, yo Pepper man, I've got the curry flow And I'll have dinner with the royal family If they all agree to have curry goat And give my mum's husband his Visa I came back wiser and deeper The whole of England better wake up Chipmunk's back in your speaker 2015, I'm not ramping Wallahi Adeen I'm on a mad ting F your deal and your campaign Leap on the mic, I do my damn ting Until I die, I rep my scene Boy better know Cash Motto's my team Scrapping for fans? Nope, that's not me Soon, soon, see me on ITV Yeah, Master Wong pa**ed me his chi Shaolin Munk, what you know about me? I bless the beat, my bars are the sneeze My fire burns be on third degree Woo! Still do it big though I had gyal on my Ericsson, gyal on my Nokia Back when this was my ringtone Man don't know what Chip's on They're like rah, what planet is Chip from? I've got two pages now full of bars I put my pen down, becuh my spliff's done, yeah Like what, you want more, you want more? 8, 16, 24 When my bars clap, clap, clap, clap, clap Man down, no encore, yeah Trust me, man better leave me alone Sniper flow, cap one in your dome High grade spliff, back in my zone So many bars, I'm a crew on my own I've got the title MC Strip man of the title MC You don't want to rival MC Cuh you can't survival MC Chipmunk, I was born to MC Don't test me, I'll morgue an MC I'm a father, I've born some MCs But listen, I'll still abort an MC I'm not done, give me more, give me more 8 bars, 16 or 24 Pull up in the dance, get a reload fam With a 16, I wrote a 16 at 24 When I spit this bar in my 30s Wanna understand you can't murk me And the little sly digs don't hurt me Listen, I'm a big man but I'm not 30 Man know the scene, man know I'm from it Man just ga**ed, man don't want it Man know Chipmunk, man know I'm froggy Mic in my right hand, you don't want it Listen, I'm a cool lad, not bad But when I put my pen to my pad, it's like a gat Anytime I bust a rhyme, I make it clap Look how I'm moving it forward, bringing it back Cut the beat, F that, bring it back Listen we can get a set vibe live on the track [Break: Chip sends for Tinie Tempah after hearing his 2014 Fire in the Booth] [Instrumental 2: "Warning" by D.O.K] Yo, I've got lyrics better than all your lyrics Trust me, forget your lyrics If I look you dead in your eyes and spit mine You'll forget your lyrics Forget your lyrics, I'll pull up and check your lyrics No intellect, your lyrics Yout man, property ladder, my lyrics Don't know how far you'll get your lyrics Party, jumping lyrics, dumping lyrics Bored-in-my-front-room lyrics Gyal dem love me lyrics Girls don't dump me lyrics Hide your girl, I've got lyrics Stacks on Instagram Trust me, fam, you can't buy lyrics Told Starvz bill it And he did, threw me a spliff, more lyrics I go Shalo's house to write lyrics Man are paro' now cause my lyrics You'll all get narrowed down cause my lyrics I'm still living off my old lyrics But not living off my old lyrics You know that boy got the flow 2015, I'm ready to go Yeah, I touch pen and pad, flows When I touch pen and pad, go When you touch pen and pad, no When you touch pen and pad, home This music ting's not for everyone I repeat, not for everyone I've got a big head, no Kompany But right now I'm tackling everyone Yeah, Cash Motto fam with me If I'm in your ends, that's man's city Blood couldn't make my team no closer C to the M, that's family 15, I lost my family Mum left Dad, that was sad to me I was in the studio, angry That's when I wrote "Dear Family" I guess the kid's into money and things Put my hand on my heart, that was bad of me You're at home like you still got bars Nah fam, this is art for my gallery Right now I'm in another galaxy I should sell this ship for a Pica**o wage To anyone that tried block my path Go s** your mum, I'm back, it's rage Go s** your gyal, I'm back, it's rage Somebody's gonna feel my pain Or somebody's gonna feel a page I do not miss when I aim Yeah, you buck me any time of the week Not one out of seven will be your days And yeah, I got songs for days But I still got bars to spray Chick-King eater, T-high streeter Gladesmore jumper, Adidas sneaker Prada wearer, lyrical MC tearer Straight out the 90's Came out the chlorine now I see You vs me on you that's not fair Peep at the top, still there, yeah