Yizzy feat. JME – Grime Lyrics | Official Video

Lyrics Grime – Yizzy feat. JME

Serious
G-R-I-M-E
Prince of GRIME
Let’s go

What do you call it Drill
Fam, this one’s called grime
What do you call it Trap
Nah, I call it grime
What do you call it Urban
Hell no, I call it grime
What do you call it, fam
I f**kin’ call it grime

When I touch stage better know that’s grime
I was in the papers doin’ up grime
Shutdown Glastonbury, I did grime
This ain’t a rap song, no, it’s grime
I’m gonna put mum in a yard and when I do
Know that it’s all from grime
When I do this ting, fam, it’s grime
Told them I am the prince of grime

Stop callin’ me bro
We don’t have the same mum or dad
You look like you got rushed in school
Then left school and started talkin’ bad
Mad, so don’t be talkin’ back
I’m not a man for idle chit-chat
Bruddas on their ones are too scared to scheme
But when their with two man, start act bad
So bring you whole team, I take off heads off
Boom boom bang, red dot
Hit your suicide squad with a deadshot
Then I put the grime scene in a headlock
Again
I said I am the prince of grime and man try riot
Said I made a hundred bags at nineteen
Looked ’round, the same people all went quiet
Mandem be constantly tellin’ me that man I’m goin# in
I tell ’em when I’m goin’ in, I go in and I stay there
So I drop another lyric, they said I’m a loser
I told them I’m in it to win it
My brudda don’t say there’s a limit
Or I treat a brudda like a zoot, I bun him and bill it
You want a lyric, send an invoice then the riddim, i’ll kill it
You want a verse for a bag, best be addin’ a digit, get with it
And they told me I wouldn’t get paid off grime

What do you call it Drill
Fam, this one’s called grime
What do you call it Trap
Nah, I call it grime
What do you call it Urban
Hell no, I call it grime
What do you call it, fam
I f**kin’ call it grime

When I touch stage better know that’s grime
I was in the papers doin’ up grime
Shutdown Glastonbury, I did grime
This ain’t a rap song, no, it’s grime
I’m gonna put mum in a yard and when I do
Know that it’s all from grime
When I do this ting, fam, it’s grime
Told them I am the prince of grime

Trust, man’s royal in this ting
GBH if you touch my skin
TBH when its onsite, that’s right
Let me touch mic and buss my ting
Don’t bring a knife to a gunfight
I will bring a mic and man will just squeeze and spin
Lick a man’s head clean off sight
If I misfire they will still get a decent trim
They’re tired, I’m holdin’ it up
The torch on fire, man’s holdin’ it up
You’re at the back of the queue shoutin’
Yo, it’s my time but I’m holdin’ it up

Manamans done books, merch, performance and cinema
Instead of bringin’ man down
They should be f**kin’ proud of the mandem ya na
Serious, yo see the yard that I’m livin’ in, grime
See the whip, take it for a spin, grime
See the supporters queuin’ up around the block
Still got an hour to get in, grime
Been here for time, you won’t realise
‘Cause the wrist don’t shine
Three generations of my family
Livin’ stress free right now that’s because of..

What do you call it Drill
Fam, this one’s called grime
What do you call it Trap
Nah, I сall it grime
What do you call it Urban
Hell no, I call it grime
What do you call it, fam
I f**kin’ call it grime

When I touch stage better know that’s grime
I was in the papers doin’ up grime
Shutdown Glastonbury, I did grime
This ain’t a rap song, no, it’s grime
I’m gonna put mum in a yard and when I do
Know that it’s all from grime
When I do this ting, fam, it’s grime
Told them I am the prince of grime…

➤ Written by Jme & Yizzy
Yizzy & Jme | 2020

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