[Intro: Sir Spyro]
Sound, sound, sound, sound
Sound of the Sir
[Chorus: Hannah Reid, Sir Spyro]
Here's to you and me
Hell to the best of us
Here's to you and me
Hell to the righteous ones
Sounds of the Sir
Here's to the things you love
[Verse 1: Ghetts]
Hail up the mandem
Big C on my chest, man a champion
Roundhouse leave man with the KOKO
And I ain't talking venues in Camden (Camden)
You ain't on job like Spy, how dare you ask him to send you an anthem?
Put an MC on his bum
Liars, I can't stand 'em
So here's to the real one (Real one, real one, real one)
I raise a toast, cheers when I spill some
I pay for the round when the bill comes (Bill comes)
You'd faint if you saw the price of the receipt when the meal's done
I watch a shit MC do a twenty minute set, and he never got a wheel once
You see the day you curse me, you found out I'm way too certi
Black, your film too early
Kill 'em in the game, too dirty
Don't ask why my friend's got a knife
'Cause I watch my mate do surgery
I'm with one of my day-one bredrins
On a long road, day-wo journey
So what you know 'bout them trips there
Drove there, rid there, burnout
Skid there inside, live there
Déjà vu when roof above the rim thing, I used to spit there
Oi, Spyro, do man a favour, put a snare and a kick there
Sound, sound, sound, sound
Sound of the Sir
[Chorus: Hannah Reid, Sir Spyro]
Here's to you and me
Hell to the best of us
Here's to you and me
Hell to the righteous ones
Sounds of the Sir
Here's to the things you love
[Verse 1: Ghetts]
Hail up the mandem
Big C on my chest, man a champion
Roundhouse leave man with the KOKO
And I ain't talking venues in Camden (Camden)
You ain't on job like Spy, how dare you ask him to send you an anthem?
Put an MC on his bum
Liars, I can't stand 'em
So here's to the real one (Real one, real one, real one)
I raise a toast, cheers when I spill some
I pay for the round when the bill comes (Bill comes)
You'd faint if you saw the price of the receipt when the meal's done
I watch a shit MC do a twenty minute set, and he never got a wheel once
You see the day you curse me, you found out I'm way too certi
Black, your film too early
Kill 'em in the game, too dirty
Don't ask why my friend's got a knife
'Cause I watch my mate do surgery
I'm with one of my day-one bredrins
On a long road, day-wo journey
So what you know 'bout them trips there
Drove there, rid there, burnout
Skid there inside, live there
Déjà vu when roof above the rim thing, I used to spit there
Oi, Spyro, do man a favour, put a snare and a kick there
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