Lowkey - Grime Daily: Who Said I Can't Do Grime? lyrics

5, 4, 3, 2, 1... [Lowkey] Whether you're in HMV or KFC, H.M.P. or A&E I make them see A-N-D let you know the C-A-S-E From LDN not NYC, on the M-I-C I'm M.I.B Like BIG, the MVP, VIP to the E-N-D E.G. my CD is way too D-E-E-P That goes for your TV screen, DVD or BBC ITN or ITV, C-O-Ps say ID please S-T-O-P like IC3, wanna see me hooked to an I.V. G In a ICU but I'm N-O-T They went OT with the M.O.B Can't see me through the F-O-G Don't cuss mothers of S.O.B.s These MCs are O.A.P.s Wanna hype up I'm like 'OK G' You think your B-A-D get a P-E-N and a P-A-D If the C.I.A. and the F.B.I. the MI6 and the MI5 Get on the A3 then I drive, turn up the A.C. FYI MJ like P-Y-Ts, LOL another T-Y-P I E-A-T on E-I-D, twist CID like Levi Jeans D-I-E like BNP, EDL just BFGs Youths don't want no GCSEs They want COD on the PS3 I'm like DP or PE or KRS from BDP Download this on your MP3 Send it to your MP and MTV Not on this ting like A.D.D Your CD I rate PG Like KKKs with AKs my AKA is AA Take you off the road ASAP DDT these JLS MCs What you just saw basically... Is how to murder the ABCs Cos I'm back in the booth Rappers wanna chat about the strap they stashed in the back of the boot But I chat to the youths, abstract or backpacked My attributes are stacked to the roof I capture the truth, pour it on tracks with my views Then I sell it out the back of the boot I'm positive you're negative, you're whack and confused I'm back and the fact is your Dad's in the room Ain't a chap that you rappers can battle with Every chat that I spat is immaculate Any track that I smash I'm attacking it Heard you rap fam, your tracks are inadequate Your CD was cack, it was crap, I'm dashing it You follow fashion, with rap I'm pa**ionate Blood starts splashing, your whip you dash in it Said you were packing a Mac in the back of it Kizzy, I'm busy, I'm really a brilliant guy It's gritty and sh*tty but really the city is mine If you diss me, pity the silly billy that try From Bricky to Piccadilly to Missisipi I'm live Get Milli if you Milli Vanilli's gimme the vibe Get Jiggy like Willy spitting the wittiest rhymes Uncivilised, ignorant, diligent type And I victimise an idiot a million times Hey hey we ray-rays will spray flames Take snakes off the road like AA So waste brays, vacate and make space You bait fakes, ain't straight you stay fake Chase papes, you chase dames like 'babes wait' On a lay-lay you date rape to save face In the same place we maintain and ain't changed We make tapes that rake papes like Kay Slay Don't dismiss or diss this, we live this From Lisbon to Ipswich For instance the dick's got your sister addicted Oh look! Big tits came for a quick fix You're limper than Bizkit, you nitwits A monster, a beast when I stomp on the beat If the nonsense you speak is not gonna cease I'm conscious but leave unconscious emcees Don't respond to the beef if you're nonces or NEETS Get ill upon the rhythm when I k** 'em with the lyrical Finish up my dinner then I drill 'em with the syllable Don't really care what you did or what you didn't do Little fools are miniscule, spitting isn't difficult You found your mind cos I'm outta mine f** a pound sign, came for the crown in grime I told you once, I told you a thousand times I'm a fountain of acid you're alkaline You alcoholics are out of time Got a mountain to climb if your mouth is lying Bow to his highness I'm bound to shine Let me coach you on vocals and how to rhyme Think I'm vexed with your indirects If I spit rhymes next I slit five necks I'm a big time threat to you pissed sly vets This guy lives life inside stress I'm the best in the game, not impressed with the fame I'm testing my aim if I send for your name Successful or lame, they kept it the same But whatever the weather it's destined to change Couldn't give a f*ck for your creps and your chain You slobber on the mic like a sket giving brain I'm mental, deranged, crush temples and frames My pencil will end you like petrol and flames Burns like syphilis, you nerds are privileged When I die you can say that you heard the sickest spit My verse is limitless, the earth is spinning quick Pure words of wickedness that I murk the rhythm with Heard you were good, it's a shame that you're not Don't care about your chain or the fame that you got Keep my name on your brain cos I came for your spot What you're making is pop, they say it's a lot You're whack bro with your cat flow, but your whack though Put your cap low, prat go back home This monster is stronger than Castro's backbone I attack those little fat bowcats so Don't ever get arrogant, don't start panicking Phone your management, mumbling Man are in the manor getting' mad again Don't care 'bout your swagger, mandem or your medallion What's the matter then maggot? Where's your magnum When there's beef mandem are missing like Madeline I been badder than you and your bag of men What's happening when I k** 'em with a pad and pen Ain't got the bars in your pad to match me Me, I'm so fast I should catch a taxi Have you got the picture like paparazzi? You like the facts to go back to back B When I watch you rap it's like crazy comedy I've got a 'don't rate fake G' policy F*ck your awards I don't rate these nominees Just little fickle Jay-Z wannabes You hobos are old though, it's oh so true No promo, logo or photo-shoot F*ck your postcode, MOBO and Polo suit My opponents are hoping I won't go through I'm certainly burning these burglars verbally Murking these murkers 'til mercenaries murder me Burst in and turning your Burberry Burgundy Guernsey to Germany, Jersey to Bermondsey True rhyme, ain't got a pen, you can use mine Ain't staying underground like a tubeline Im'ma come through with shine in due time Which one of you pr*cks said I can't do grime? Which one of you pr*cks said I can't do grime? Which one of you pr*cks said I can't do grime?