[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 passed 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
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 passed 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
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