Lowkey - The Warning lyrics

You are not the grime scene saviour You sly weak hater A little pop tart that owes Wiley favours And doesn't really understand these shystie majors They sell your pop songs to these nice teenagers And don't get me wrong you might be famous But they buy green acres You buy neat trainers (Nikes) You were more real as an ID faker Make enough love songs and you might see paper When you see 1, the label see a hundred crispy bills That is what happens when you sign 360 deals Give this chump a little chance, punch you in his heart Got signed for a chump then bumped for his advance Getting hyped cos some 12 year olds felt your song But what you gonna do when all the little girls are gone You'll be as frail as the songs you got wealthy from And be a tiny little dancer for Elton John You ain't even worth the ink in my fingertips Does this little midget really think he's a lyricist? To drink from my flippin sink is a privilege Copy Jay-Z and make your fingers a pyramid Keep making soulless music your fans buy But jam your hype and hang tight with your damp rhymes Hearing you is sad like watching ants die But people know the truth behind your hand signs Am not telling anybody to get hostile This is just a hobby I feel sorry for this lost child Chipmunk chipmunk chipmunk chipmunk Lyrical sk** isn't measured by your income They tell me leave the kid alone He's faker than silicone My lyrics expose reveal the soul of this jigga clone Little jigga minnie me, didn't sleep just twitter beef Still its peak for this little meek in his skinny jeans Should I snap fingers, end all tweeting, take off my slipper and give parental beatings Sword razor tongue, means your days are done This yute is big headed in more ways than one You diss vex but you spit wet Little Princess Sony is searching for the next bigheads to pick next You're not hard, little pop tart, think you got bars U might top charts but lyrically u flopped hard Silly voice pretty boy that shaves his eyebrows Grime scenes very own amy winehouse Your loopy lately, could you be crazy What kinda man calls a rap song "Oopsy Daisy" I'm a real mc they won't forget me Fill up your bank account your soul is empty If u getting vexed ask yourself what you represent You can't get respect you took a bite of the devil's bread And the money u made will mean nothing when you're dead So think when you get that deep thought through your pregnant head If u get depressed you can pay for next tattoos Or phone up your mandem JLS to back you Pick the wrong option, it's likely you got problems You can't try me I'm not Wiley or Dot Rotten Not the hardest MC far from the best rapper Not in this scene but maybe on X Factor Hide inside your house cos we're sick of your wining mouth Every sentence will slay the secrets under Simon Cowell Stay calm fool when the napalm fools All the youths on your ends call u Hey Arnold Gutless diva with a tough demeanor How does it feel to be the UK's Justin Bieber If you're a lyricist stop coming with them poppy bars Talk is cheap u can't walk the street without your bodyguards If money is nothing why is an issue why you rhyme Money is nothing can't take it with you when you die Make another track that says how much cash you get It can't buy u sk** credibility or happiness [Outro] I don't wanna see people talking about "f** Chipmunk" after this. It's not about "f** Chipmunk", this is just a warning, yeah If you keep acting like a boy, people are gonna keep treating you like a boy. If you act like a man, people will treat you like a man. Just because you got more money and, you got a machine behind you.. doesn't make you a better lyricist than anyone, what makes you a better lyricist is lyrical sk** and, right now you need to choose what you are Are you a lyricist? Or are you a popstar? If you're a lyricist, do your thing Say the word.. Humble yourself