[Verse 1] Wanna talk lyrics? No hashtags, just @ signs When you mention my bruddas Mind how we living, 9 Milli Major told me "Make sure your runners got runners" Got with the system, they want colours and patterns But what about knowledge and wisdom? When your brain stops working is when you're dead Get too big for your boots and you're gone in an instant Reaching the market, me, I end it, don't start it Nice guy, but I'm cold-hearted And when I say I've got that stain I don't mean that I put the bleach on the carpet Phone plugs for manoeuvres, they end up losers Leave the transaction laughing Might put a beat on, rap one or a grime one I don't know what I'm asking Which one's better? Which one do you like And which one's realer? Everybody's got opinions My opinion is there's no problem with either I've got the whole thing conquered There's a war going on and I know with who It ain't a war between genres The real war is all the lies versus truth [Hook] So, what's your preference? Is rap running the ting, or is it grime? Is the scene dead to you, or is it fine? What about freestyles? Did you like mine? What's your pick? What's your cuppa? Who's too sick? Who's too pukka? Who flies the flag, who reps the colours? Who's gonna shut it all down this summer? [Verse 2] It's like nowadays, you can be a shooter Even if you never grab pistols I can make big man look like boys But I don't say much, I let hits talk Might Shmoney Dance but I don't quick walk Lot of gang member, a lot of kid's talk Not a Skywalker, hold my corner Can't cross the line or my border I ain't gonna lie, for a minute, I didn't wanna spit Cuh the feds get rid of my type Now I'm living my life, this is my choice I'mma spit till they all get sick of my voice The way they act's like they already are Told 'em don't know who they thought that we are They wanna hop into the mix till I step on the [?] Drive through and hop out the car Round here, tings pop off Raves get lock arff, you might get lock out the dance The way the scene is active right now I swear to God, I clocked it from far I say each to their own So if it ain't about money, then leave me alone And it's cold in the street, don't speak Unless you're gonna speak what you know, like [Hook] What's your preference? Is rap running the ting, or is it grime? Is the scene dead to you, or is it fine? What about freestyles? Did you like mine? What's your pick? What's your cuppa? Who's too sick? Who's too pukka? Who flies the flag, who reps the colours? Who's gonna shut it all down this summer? [Hook] What's your preference? Is rap running the ting, or is it grime? Is the scene dead to you, or is it fine? What about freestyles? Did you like mine? What's your pick? What's your cuppa? Who's too sick? Who's too pukka? Who flies the flag, who reps the colours? Who's gonna shut it all down this summer?