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mixtape: "Rap Vs Grime" (2015)




Hard Food lyrics - Chipmunk

[Intro:]
Hard food
Ackee and saltfish, dumpling, plantain, dem tings
Yeah
Lava flows
Pepper
Yeah

[Verse:]
Never had a clash in your life
Now you wanna talk all rough
That junk should've been free
That junk cost too much
Now you wanna work with the underground
The same niggas that you dissed, fam
I'll teach you about junk food
One time, pen up a Big Mac
Next time you're with your parliament friends
Tell 'em don't bomb Syria
Aim your pen for the pop chart
Don't pen in my area
About RT this, I'll get at him
Do a song on your own while you're at it
Nobody get involved, don't back him
Stand back while I back to back clap him
Why did you tweet that you hope
The mandem get free Yeezys for
Coming out of the BRITs?
Blud, you're gassed, out of your wits
Did you bring anyone out of the BRITs?
No, so shut up, hold your lips
Oi, you don't get it, my bars live forever
And your Twitter fingers are getting you peppered
Oi Patty, I'm not done with you
Man dissed me for working with Breezy
But went off and made songs with you
And who's more pop, fam, him or you?
Who's more pop, fam? Me or you?
Hypocrites, you pricks, you know it's true
Friends I've lost, yeah, fuck 'em too
Niggas don't like me cuh I'm the truth
I'll pepper old niggas
I'll pepper new niggas, I'll pepper you niggas
Link up and make tune niggas
Cuh you don't know what to do niggas, who are you niggas?
To me and my pen, no one
Helping hand from who? No one
I said winter will be a cold one
Both got number ones but hold one
It's just me on my Jack Jones
But I'm still going so hard (repping)
Bought my own jewels, bought my own yard
Wear my own garms (big man ting)
The best ting man do
Bluku bye bye, move (come out my way)
Cuh the best talk gets awks
When I'm in the room (walahi akh)
Can't play me with words
Got wordplay too
I don't do red devils
But I can outman you
You think you got jokes?
I'm on a joke ting too
Oi, I've got the powers in me
That'll bring out the coward in you
I don't wanna sit down and chat though
I'll fling on a track though
You've got biceps and triceps
And abs but got no backbone
Don't know who you're getting at with cane rows
But I know I've got tats though
For the bars ting, you ain't last
But you still gotta get to the back, bro

[Outro:]
Cuh trust me, that Junk Food for £5.99, I don't know about all that
Trust me, rather buy Chick-King two-piece
Mad
Cuh trust me, that Junk Food for £5.99, I don't know about all that
Trust me, rather buy Chick King two-piece
Dun know
You know what I mean? With the coleslaw on the side
You get me?
I beg man just start missing me with it, me, please
Cuh trust me, you can download this one bro, this tape here for free of charge
Like a tutorial on how to be a barrers
That's shit money can't buy, man
You know what I mean?
Motto gang
London

Rosenberg Hot 97 Intro lyrics - Chipmunk

Yeah, 1-2, you know what it is, it's Real Late, Hot 97
My name's Peter Rosenberg, another Sunday night in New York City and yo, um, let's set it off like this
Um, I'm a play you a joint by my man Chip, OK?
@OfficialChip, holla him, Twitter, all that
Um, he's got a new record that's incredible
Matter of fact, shout out to all my people in the UK
You know that I've been really repping hard for grime and UK hip hop for the last six months or a year or so
But this dude right now is on one
I've got like three or four records I gotta play from this dude
Shout out to my man Chip, let's do it, UK hip hop, stand up
It's Real Late, Hot 97, let's go

My Way lyrics - Chipmunk

[Hook - Fetty Wap:]
Baby, won't you come my way?
Got something I want to say
Cannot keep you out my brain
But first off I'm a start by sayin' this, aye
All headshots if you think you could take my bitch, aye
And I'm too turnt, when I shoot, swear I won't miss, aye
Ba-Baby, won't you come my way?
Baby, won't you come my way?

[Verse - Chip:]
Yeah, she said that she wanna turn up
Said I wanna turn up too
See me in a Cash Motto party
Paw Gang, turn up crew
She said she wanna go studio
Took her to my wardrobe room
Told JC set the mic up
Chippy don't need no booth
Nah, Chippy don't need no hoes
Chippy don't need no friends
Cuh when I needed everyone most
That is when everyone left
Nah, worldwide know about Tottenham man
You can't fool my ends
All I need in this life of sin
Is love, my engineer and a pen
It was just me and my amigos
When I came back from the future
Cause them man sound like Migos
Them man sound like Future
But them man can't be Migos
Them man can't be Future
Can't do rap and still do grime
So fuck off, can't be Chipmunk either
I've had niggas come at me
Cause I make songs for the women
Should've seen him a couple months later
Tryna make songs for the women
Hypocrites, gotta kill 'em
On all types of riddims
Peng tings come my way
Cuh they know say the mandem's winning
Look at the vibe I'm bringing
Look in my eyes, I'm missing
Look in my heart, I'm pure
It's just the times that we live in
Niggas building bridges
I commend it, I assisted, then I had the vision
Yeah, born champion, listen

[Hook - Fetty Wap:]
Baby, won't you come my way? (Rap vs. Grime, dun know)
Got something I want to say
Cannot keep you out my brain
But first off I'm a start by sayin' this, aye
All headshots if you think you could take my bitch, aye
And I'm too turnt, when I shoot, swear I won't miss, aye
Ba-Baby, won't you come my way?

BlukuByeByeBye lyrics - Chipmunk

[Hook:]
Diss the ting, get bluku bye bye bye bye
Chat my name, get bluku bye bye bye bye
Run your mout, get bluku bye bye bye bye
Run man out like bluku bye bye bye bye
Negative energy, negative vibes
Don't need that, bluku bye bye bye bye
I've got the energy, I've got the vibes
Don't try and get bluku bye bye bye bye

[Verse 1:]
Bye, came back around, talk of the town
I'm who the UK's talking about
I told them I'm Cassius Clay with the pen but
They ain't hear me till now
Taking digs, carry on digging
Divs, look at the diamond you've found
I don't wanna hear no chat about Chris and Rihanna
That's late, I'll pen a man down
Man down, man down, champion all sounds
Get a wheel right now, that's how I feel right now
Don't care about a deal right now
The system can't pattern me out
Or pattern me down, I'll pattern these clowns
They tried block my path, I built my own
Ya dun know, better start patterning now

[Hook:]
Diss the ting, get bluku bye bye bye bye
Chat my name, get bluku bye bye bye bye
Run your mout, get bluku bye bye bye bye
Run man out like bluku bye bye bye bye
Negative energy, negative vibes
Don't need that, bluku bye bye bye bye
I've got the energy, I've got the vibes
Don't try and get bluku bye bye bye bye

[Verse 2:]
Them man there all vanishing
Them man there all panicking
Them man there on some fashion ting
They ain't MCs, they're mannequins
I see bare man's pics on 'Gram like
That's not swag, that's weird
I don't wanna sit down looking at clothes
That I know that I will not wear
Gave away bare of my jewels right now
My mind's on a next ting
Still see me in the west end, hanging with Joe
And the Hublot, owner flexing
The MOBOs dissed me and got a blazing
GRAMMY winners in my inbox rating
My big bro went jail and my dad had a son
I ain't sorry for the time I was taking
I told the mandem trust me
But some of them didn't trust me
Cuh where I come from, we get taught
Don't trust someone who says "trust me"
But I still got this, trust me
Now you're thinking, do you trust me?
Trust me, should've trusted me
My heart's clean, trust me

[Hook:]
Diss the ting, get bluku bye bye bye bye
Chat my name, get bluku bye bye bye bye
Run your mout, get bluku bye bye bye bye
Run man out like bluku bye bye bye bye
Negative energy, negative vibes
Don't need that, bluku bye bye bye bye
I've got the energy, I've got the vibes
Don't try and get bluku bye bye bye bye

Hear Dis x Stormzy lyrics - Chipmunk

[Verse 1 - Chipmunk:]
One pen got the whole country on the edge of their seat
Them man can't play musical chairs with me (never!)
Nah, I don't wanna chill backstage with no fake MCs
Some leave the room, wanna chat about me MCs
Nah, dead that, diss me, won't like when I send back
There's way too many bars in my head back
I don't care where you come from, head back
Take off your head back
Please don't say you weren't warned
No, we can't link up, no, we can't talk
If you hear a 16 bar full of corn
And it weren't Chipmunk, money's on Stormz

[Verse 2 - Stormzy:]
Ummmmm, you cunt
Where was you for the past 12 months?
You can get a "Skengman 5" from a Storm or
You can get a "BlukuByeBye" from a Munk
Like who's got the whole scene pissed?
If it weren't Big Mike, could have been Chip
You've been saying my name for a whole damn year
By this time, you could have been rich
Are you taking the piss? Brother, I'm blessed
I don't need no bulletproof vest
Man wanna put my skills to the test
Bun that, I'd rather clash RS
Bun that, I'd rather win some more
Not enough champs, could you bring some more?
We've been spinning MCs for the longest
2016, let me spin some more

[Verse 3 - Chipmunk:]
Alright, cool, let me go true, who are you?
What have you seen? What have you been through?
Yo, likkleman you wanna stunt on who?
I know Chris Brown, Chris Brown don't know you
About gully-side, what? What? When? Where? Who?
I know Mavado and he said he don't know you
The grime scene, you can go there too
I know Big Mike, Big Mike don't know you

[Verse 4 - Stormzy:]
I know Chipmunk and he said he don't know you
I know Bonkaz and he said he don't know you
I know some OGs in your ends
And they know your friends but they don't know you
You're not a badboy, badboys don't know you
You're not a real nigga, real niggas don't know you
I know your ends, I don't know you
King of this ting, yeah, they all know who

[Verse 5 - Chipmunk:]
I had man on my side that were moving shaky
Not on my team anymore
Man wanna try take me for some little boy
I'm not 16 anymore
Why's this industry fronting
Like their scene don't need me anymore?
I will pepper man right out of their dreams
Don't sleep on me anymore

[Verse 6 - Stormzy:]
I will piss on an MC's dreams
Til a man like me can't pee anymore
I don't tolerate psycho chicks
I'll block that bitch, don't pree anymore
They said I can't tweet 'bout the government
Why can't I be free anymore?
I'll expose these racist clubs and feds
Who can't move me anymore

[Verse 7 - Chipmunk:]
8, 16s, 24s
48s, 64s, 96s
Chips got too many bars, do not risk it
They take it serious, I take the biscuit
I want the crown, crown
Mhm, I'll pen you down down
OK, dubs all around man
Damn right, call that surround sound
I've been around town
Times when man weren't around town
Getting love in your ends like it's my town
Could never take my crown, nah then or now
Cuh now and then
I get mad and just grab then pen
Skeng man down, if they get back up
Bun that, clap man down again, I'm on sound again
Gotta put on for my town again
It's straight high grade, no more loud again
When my brother gets home, I pray to God
He don't do time again
It's my time again, can't be taking my time again
Peng tings feeling grime again
I'll tell a man don't worry, I'm fine again
You better find your pen

[Verse 8 - Stormzy:]
It's like "I'm Fine" again but it's better
I won't sign with them they're not clever
Back my Heineken and my Stella
Whip some pies again like Nigella
No time for them, I won't bell up
Take my lighty friend to Ciao Bella
This life's a myth, I try tell her
She just wants my drink and my cheddar
Just done another tour with Annie
Stormzy's taking the piss, how can he?
Glasgow, Edinburgh, Cardiff, Manny
Trying to be the first MC with a Grammy
Hang tight Mark, hang tight Danny
Man are old school like DJ Sammy
Swear down right now everyting's bookey
I've never seen man act so bammy
Stand your ground, don't be shook
I'm gonna be everywhere you look
Don't need no one, nah, I'm good
A thousand hours in the studio booked
The time you took, the way they parred
Them man ain't got a clue 'bout bars
Til' you see a skinny little brudda from a car
Money in the bank, put the money in the jar, word

Feel So Good lyrics - Chipmunk

Ayo London, New York, wah gwan?
I'm Chipmunk, Chip, yeah, whatever

Yo, they call me Chip Diddy Chip, don't tolerate lip diddy lip
Grab the pen and I'll flip diddy flip
You can't deny my history, my pen's still working
Nigga, right now London's bridge ain't burning
Can't out my fire, darg, I ain't out of fire, darg
Anyone that told you they could done me is a liar, darg
Grime's popping, I ain't never got a thanking
I left Hustle Gang and came home to a mad ting
Handled it though, I've got more than a handful of flows
Hand 'em out single-handedly though
Fuck 'em all, I'm in a league of my own
Best thing about rap beef, you learn who's your bros
Who's real and who's fake, who's in the Matrix, who ain't
Who's concrete, who's plastic, who's sturdy, who breaks
Who's switching sides and who's gonna ride
Make no man test God's timing, I've been a wordsmith
Man who wanna verse me can't out-verse this
Yeah, my name's Chip but I'm nobody's fast food
Try and make a wing stop here, hold turbulence
Up like 7, dere pon Hot 97
Another top boy repping
If you haven't seen Top Boy, it's worth checking
Check yourself when you're in town or hold a check in
'Nough man a meow, cat my riddims
Some man are cats, tek nine shots fi kill 'em
Fast-consuming times that we live in
Could have man thinking that you're dead when you're chilling
I ain't spoke to T.I in a minute
I went home, had business, I'm finished
Niggas chatting shit 'bout I fell off
Oi, shut up, I'll dive back in and still kill it
Our father, thy kingdom's come
I can't hold my tongue, it's like I've got tongues
I watch the news like 'look at what religion has done'
I get high as my mind but my spliff's soon done
I get my intoxication on
I'm rolling spliffs but writing blunt
Done alright with the numbers, but counting gets long
I've got 99 problems, these rappers ain't one
Look, if you can hear me loud and clearly
You'll understand lyrically, nobody scares me
Now let's play 'spot who's insecure'
I know a lot of man don't big me up cuh they fear me
Rap to grime, they know I've got that
I'm Dizzee, if you start dat, I'll stop dat
My nigga, I ain't hiding from my pop tracks
Pussy, if you pen up, I can pop back
If you don't write what you need to, your flow's messy
Stop off the heading, I'll off your head then
Kick back and have a zoot and laugh with my bredrins
Base your style off a next man, that's a dead ting
Niggas my age calling me old
Just cause I was popping when I was looking through the keyhole
You can test them other new niggas, not me though
Daddy in this ting and I don't touch kids, pedo
I ain't Crippng but I'm throwing up a C though
Fab with it, I'm a young OG though
Fuck around, cook a tape up for free though
I don't hold back, I squeeeeze, go

Rap vs. Grime, what the fuck?

Westwood (Live Forever) - lyrics - Chipmunk

[Skit - Tim Westwood:]
Yo, it's your boy Westwood, hardest in the game, legends live forever
Yo, Chip, from day, you've got bars
From the get-go, you've got bars
From Chip and Ice Kid from back in the day, you've got bars
Eight years later, you still can't run out of bars
Rap, grime, you still can't run out of bars
Chip, let's go

Duppy Riddim lyrics - Chipmunk

[Verse:]
Rest of the game it's bait, who's gonna be here?
Man wan; see me dead, God said I ain't going nowhere
I've got fuckboys trying to end my career
One pad, one pen, no fear when I'm here
North London to the end, I swear
Fuck it, I'm taking it there
Cuh man wanna laugh and joke
Like being an innocent child and seeing a murder's funny
Blood all over mummy
In front of the whole estate, in front of the boy's mummy
For years I hated my family
And found a father in Baff
I'm a man now, I ain't gotta do what my parents say
I'll pepper this claf
Snitch? Are you mad
Come on then, come on then, come
Facts for me? You ain't got none
I've been rushed, robbed, held gunpoint, battered
Never called babylon once
The devil is on my case, go to hell
God flow, got my pen off the rails
You wanna chat about snitch every song you make
You snitch on yourself
You dunno how dead you are
You're gonna run out of bars like I said you are
Dissing me for pop songs from years back
In 2015, you're Tinie's dawg
Just come grime fans don't know jack shit
Hold a history class
Won't win a clash, no chance, you won't last
Don't let me show up at Eskimo Dance
Real mandem will rate this when they hear this
Pentonville, bang your cells when you hear this, Mario bang your cell when you hear this
Luigi's going so HAM, can you hear him?
Can't play Chippy at chess, have you lost your mind
Psychological pain on grime
Your family bruk up, so did mine
You went for robbery, I grabbed the mic
I grabbed the pen, you hit the pen
I hit the stage, you hit the bench
Now you wanna flex? Big up your chest
(Bluku pow pow), don't try it again
You wanna take my crown
Stop getting people's videos taken down
Real life, no acting
Chipmunk's still on a madting
Man wanna clash, oi what's the price?
But I want you and Patrick
Some wannabe Rooney taking shots
Don't let me give you another Hat-Trick
I wish those spitters from the past who tried it
Will come back now, I'll nice them
The way I write is too slicing
If they took the gamble, I'll dice them
Man can't bring down CM
You'd be mad if I told you who in your life
Is hitting me up on the DM
"Dickhead" on iTunes at 12pm
"Dickhead" on iTunes at 12pm
"Dickhead" on iTunes at 12pm
"Dickhead" on iTunes at 12pm
What we saying?
I know you man just might run out-
Can't come back, Chick King get-

[Outro:]
Put it all out there, fuck it
About say it to my face when I've never seen you in my life and you've got all this hate, what up to you? Allow it
Rest of the game, it's bait who's gonna be here
Man wan' see me dead but I am not going nowhere, yeah

Alone lyrics - Chipmunk

[Hook 1:]
If you, you, wanna come against I, I
That Lambo weren't yours, no, you're not KSI-I
Turn into the devil, that's fine, fine
God flow just in time, time
You wanted a MOBO so bad
Send your address, I'll send one of mine, mine
Don't worry about me, I'm fine, fine
Too much gym or rhymes, rhymes

[Verse 1:]
Pree my @s, I said blast you for that, I said, ok that's fine, fine
Sometimes I'm a sweet boy, right now manaman are on grime, grime
You came out in a Green Lam, went home, face sour like lime, lime
This year not your time
Pepper man normal
Your negative energy ain't normal
Chillin' with the mandem, smoking weed on the sofa
Winning MOBOs, normal
The way you got in the game is not normal
The way you hop on names is not normal
You still wanna turn into Lucifer
You need holy water, you ain't normal
Don't rate me in silence, tweet me, I want feedback
I told them I'll smash mine, weighed it up, they don't need that
Next time pick your battles more wisely, I'm not the one you idiot
Say you wanna clash me, tell Delissa
Holla my manager, idiot
If the money ain't right, don't waste my time
Like fuck it, I'll dig you out of your grave just so I can bury you one more time
Duppy Riddim, you didn't reply
Cause you know the powers that got to your mind
I'm cut from a cloth that you're not designed
Chipmunk relegator, can't compete
You signed up to a mission that you can't complete
This ain't GTA or San Andreas, this is real life, you chief
You didn't prosper at the awards cuh look how you come in the game, cheat
CTRL+ALT+DELETE, cheat

[Hook 2:]
If you, you, wanna come against I, I
That Lambo weren't yours, no, you're not KSI-I
Turn into the devil, that's fine, fine
God flow just in time, time
You wanted a MOBO so bad
Send your address, I'll send one of mine, mine
Don't worry about me, I'm fine, fine
Too much gym or rhymes, rhymes
I'll teach you about light work
Boxing don't help your rhymes, rhymes

Trust me, your energy's all wrong, oh so wrong. Big up all my brothers in the 0161, love, maximum love

[Verse 2:]
You said numbers don't lie and that's true, you wasteman
"Dickhead" outsold "Wasteman", now who's the wasteman, wasteman?
This flow is so fun, put it on a wasteman (Bluku bye bye bye bye)
How dare you come for the saviour, should have stayed in your place, damn
You've been sniffing charlie, literally sniffing Charlie
Pepper you one more time and then I'll go see Charlie
Just because of my pen you've had to recruit an army
But my pen's my army, them devil boy, they can't harm me

You get me, cuh I was left to sort this alone. So I took your mojo, took the "M" off, now you're alone. #BugginAlone bruh. Ay trust me, Believe & Achieve. That's the Ethos in life, episode 2, November 27th. And I'm throwing a party that night, flyers out soon, peng tings you dun know, guest list ting, holla. Come turn up with the mandem. CM, Cash Motto, Paw Gang, yeah

Classic Man lyrics - Chipmunk

[Verse - Chip:]
I'm a good guy, why these niggas wanna kill me?
I love my own bars, I don't give a fuck if you feel me
There was wine at the last supper, drinking don't kill me
I've got weed, alcohol and the holy spirit in me
Always ask me where I'm going, I don't know but I'm spazzing
I do rap, I do grime, I've got tekkers, I can balance
Yo, miss me with the muscle man ting, I can't stand it
Lyrically I will shake the protein out these rappers
Look, niggas get the sports confused, I can't stand it
This is rapping, this ain't benching, raise the bar, you won't balance
Classic man, I don't copycat, I can't stand 'em
If you ain't from Atlanta and you rapping, why you dabbing?
Ayy, I just say the things everybody's shook to say
And if you don't like the truth, I guess you won't like my tape
Turn me off, I don't care, ten years, still here
One pen, no fear, let's get one ting clear

[Hook:]
I'm a classic man
You can be mean when you look this clean
I'm a classic man
Calling on me like a young OG
I'm a classic man
Your needs get met by the street, elegant
Old fashioned man
Yeah baby, I'm a classic man
I burn through-

[Break - Chip:]
Ayy, I beg you play my favourite part of the song please, fam
Yeah, that part

[Pre-Hook:]
Even if she go away, even if she go away
Even if she go away, even if she go away

[Hook:]
I'm a classic man
You can be mean when you look this clean
I'm a classic man
Calling on me like a young OG
I'm a classic man...

Sonic Boom lyrics - Chipmunk

[Intro - Sample from The Matrix:]
Morpheus: It is the world that has been pulled over your eyes to blind you from the truth
Neo: What truth?
Morpheus: That you are a slave. Like everyone else, you were born into bondage. Born into a prison that you cannot smell or taste or touch. A prison for your mind

[Intro - Chip:]
Just another Wednesday night/morning
4am flows, mmm hmm
(Splurgeboys)

[Verse - Chip:]
I wake up on a daily basis
See these niggas changing faces
Fuck the game, I'll rearrange it
I'm the one that'll replace it
I'm the one they ain't safe with
I'm the one, they can't take it
If you rate me, say it online
Not on the sly, I want praising
Nah, fuck that, keep your ratings
My bipolar thoughts sound amazing
Oi, you ain't my friend, you're faking
Disrespect the thing, catch a blazing
I nearly didn't believe in me
Cuh look how the industry treated me
It chewed me up, then it spat me out
Now I'm spitting back, they're all preeing me
Safe, you brought out the me in me
If you do not get what I mean
Then you wasn't here at the time
But get in my way and you'll see
I've got the powers and forces
If I peppered your clart, you forced me
I know everything comes back around
So I'll wait my time, I won't force it
Cuh these man know about hype
They don't know about sound
Tune for tune in a dance
I'll lick a man down
Chatting 'bout pop back then
Who's popping right now?
Blud, I opened doors
For everyone popping right now
Say what I like
I ain't taking no talk back
Loafers with no socks and jack-ups
Man don't care 'bout all that
Nah, that's not me
Never get rubbed by another MC
I don't wanna kill off another MC [kiss]
Test Chipmunk
You'll get Kill Off Killy
I hold my own in grief
Grew up on President T
Make girl way up north
Wanna pop their T
Cuh 'nough of them man too angry
Ain't got the vibe like me
Ain't got the talk like me
Ain't got the source like me
Ain't got the torch like me
Cuh I give gyal the fork like...

[Break - Chip:]
Yo, what the fuck, man? Oi, blud
Oi, what we saying?
Oi, fuck this

[Bridge - Chip:]
I made it sonic boom on these niggas
I don't wan' share no zoots with these niggas
I keep my energies to myself
Don't wanna be in a room with these niggas
I made it sonic boom on these niggas
Back now, there ain't room for these niggas
I've got a lot of pain, a lot of pain
I'm a charge back to the game, back to the game, yeah

[Outro - Chip:]
Know how many years I spent thinking the Matrix was real?
I had to come back for the agents
It weren't real
Morpheus was a fucking lie
The kills were lies, it was all a fucking lie, bro

Look Like You lyrics - Chipmunk

[Hook:]
Trap trap in the bando, can't lie, that's my tune
But I'm not proud of the times man had me dropping off food
Manaman are really from the ends, know what peer pressure can do
Might come through in Velour cuh I don't wanna look like you
Trap trap in the bando, can't lie, that's my tune
But I'm not proud of the times man had me dropping off food
Manaman are really from the ends, know what peer pressure can do
Might come through in Velour cuh I don't wanna look like you

[Verse:]
Trust me, I'm really from the dungeons, see man pressing up onions
That's standard things you'll see when you grow where I come from
When I get bored, in my free time, MCs I dissect
Try tek this Chip for fast food, pussy, I won't digest
Fuck the underground, fuck the overground becuh music's music
From the underground to the overground, niggas know I do this
I wan' see a black man shine, don't wan' see a black man die
If we living in a white man's world, my nigga, it's a black man's time
Oi, what's the problem with Chippy? What's the problem with Chippy?
Man wanna holla in secret, publicly moving iffy
I don't wanna make more diss tracks, beg nobody don't diss man
I'm back on the scene like hello, hi, did you miss man?
These niggas are lost, these niggas are gassed, these niggas are lame
Had Giuseppe Zanottis in 2012, these niggas are late
Times I was on tunes with Travi$, did you know who he was?
Look, I'm just ahead of my time, I had to wait on the clock
The pressure's on but I'm coping, star from the north, I'm chosen
Could trap if I want, no joking, I'll buy a box and just smoke it
Late nights tryna talk to the dead, bare tings going on in my head
Could tweet how I feel but I'll fuck up a tune instead

[Hook:]
Trap trap in the bando, can't lie, that's my tune
But I'm not proud of the times man had me dropping off food
Manaman are really from the ends, know what peer pressure can do
Might come through in Velour cuh I don't wanna look like you
Trap trap in the bando, can't lie, that's my tune
But I'm not proud of the times man had me dropping off food
Manaman are really from the ends, know what peer pressure can do
Might come through in Velour cuh I don't wanna look like you

[Outro:]
Yeah, wasteman
Paw Gang, ya bish
Done

EP: "Believe & Achieve: Episode 2" (2015




Pepto Bismol lyrics - Chipmunk

[Verse - Chip:]
Grab the pen and start here
Like you don't wanna start here
Heaven-sent, hella bars here
North side, yeah the boy really from the ends
Been snake, got wounds in my back from last year
And the year before, back up in the game, I've been here before
So now it's air when I hear the talk
Cuh dem man are tryna drain me, dead ting
Fuck that, I'm tryna hit a spar with a peng ting
Chess move thinking, can't be the victim
There's a couple rappers over here who get the links in
Shoutouts Frenchy, he brought Chinx in
Rappers dying in the wrong cities got me thinking
No love in the hood but it's back to wearing trackies
Back to wearing Kappa, that's back to back magic
Gassed youts listening to gassed rappers gassing
Just relate to him or fuck off, he ain't better rapping
Bare man are preeing Chippy, it's dead
I've still got bites on my hands from couple niggas I fed
This that going off the rails flow
Next time I'm putting crack under my nails, bro, fuck off, go to hell, bro
I've got this on my lonesomes
Need a flow? I can loan one
Boy, I only loan out old ones
Still got a king, I own one, Game of Thrones, son
Dargy, I ain't Arya, I ain't tryna turn to no one
It's like they wan' take Chip out soon, ooh
Shit, I better pull a hit out soon, ooh
YouTube with your own [?] too
Chip, you've got another diss out, rascal
Sneak diss? No sly shit
Opportunists, I hear that, man try shit
I'll mutate, haffi X-Men with this rhyme shit
Storm with the pen, I come through and change the climate
Mind out the mud now, watch how I clean up
Worth what I made, I feel proud to be clean, cause
Why stick to one sound? Spread your appeal, nuh
Clean every day, me wake up, still a wheel up
Medicine in cans, just praying for my brother in the can
Fuck pen, I'm getting closer to my pad
I've got everybody asking "Luigi, what's Mario done?"
I don't even wanna say, blud, it's mad
Entertainment? Nah, this is real life, yes
Fuck the internet, blud, I've got real life stress
I be tryna help my fam through some real life mess
Being smart kinda took me through some real life tests
Like my darg said "sample this new cheddar"
I said "darg, trap today, not forever"
"Do you think outside that box you shot ever?"
Man can't box me in, I box clever
Stress in any aspect, I don't need it
Press F5 on them hoes, refresh
Old ting tryna claim man, idiot
I beat it but Billie Jean-ed it, I didn't mean it
Hit by a smooth criminal, yeah, I'm that dude
Me, fight for which gyal? I ain't that rude
Fuck off out my life, you should be glad to
Really, if I lost you, I never had you

[Bridge:]
She like "why you always smoking ganja?"
I smoke and I smoke to forget ya, baby
Used to see it in your eyes
I can see the stars right now
I can see the stars right now
Can she see the stars right now?
Yeah, she can see the stars right now
I can see the stars right now
I can see the stars right now
Can you see the stars right now?
She can see the stars right now
I can see the stars right now
I can see the stars right now
Can she see the stars right now?
Yeah, she can see the stars right now
I can see the stars right now
I can see the stars right now
Can you see the stars right now?
She can see the stars right now