Lowkey - Grime vs Hip-Hop lyrics

Is it grime or grime or grime or is it
Hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop
Are you grime or grime or grime
Or are you hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop
Is it grime or grime or grime or is it
Hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop
It's just music, music, music
I make music, music, music

Call me the genre crosser
The nonsense stopper
Continent stomper, the conscious monster
The freedom fighter, the deepest writer
Beat up cyphers, the people's rhymer
Bound to get iller, the sound effect filler
Thе Malcolm X spitter, the alphabet killеr
Not a player hater, lady dater
Maybe later a baby maker
I get slept on like old pyjamas
But will I blow up like boats in the harbour?
You spit fire, I'm molten lava
Burned so deep it scolds your father
Sold your soul for gold and Prada
Who do you know whose flow goes harder?
It's over partner, you know the answer
Drop bombs on the riddim no Obama!

Is it grime or grime or grime or is it
Hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop
Are you grime or grime or grime
Or are you hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop
Is it grime or grime or grime or is it
Hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop
It's just music, music, music
I make music, music, music

I am the playtime merker
The bassline murderer
Fake guy hurter, the race-line hurdler
Face flyin' all over the place like furniture
Back so hard it might break my vertebra
Beat-breaker, heat taker, sheet of paper
Cremator since a teenager
DJ's can't be weak ARs cos if they do
They get P-A-R-ed i'm back to let me eat
The facts are very deep
You prats will never see I rap to any beat
Pack the pen and P and practice every week
Attack the melody and smash my enemies
Not a send bro
But you get dough with a bent flow
Jackin' off Jay-Z like a lil' klepto
Hit the charts and the tempo went slow
Done a lot in my lifetime, ask

Is it grime or grime or grime or is it
Hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop
Are you grime or grime or grime
Or are you hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop
Is it grime or grime or grime or is it
Hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop
It's just music, music, music
I make music, music, music

I look for DJ's, found 'em asleep
If not that when I
Contact they're counting sleep
Been about on the beat since 2003
Wait 'till my albums released
Out on the street
Claim you're the best cos of
The way that you're dressed
And the make of your creps
You're just fake in the flesh
Ain't maintaining your rep
Plus it's blatant your dead
Just a lame with another lame's
Name on your chest listen, these spitters
I'm merely givin' you idiots pity
Quick as your billy in Philly
Written a lyric to diss me
Kizzy's the illest since Biggie
Killin' your witless committee
Spittin' for the inner city
From Briccy to Piccadily
Clever when it's written but
Better when I'm spittin'
Diddy didn't do diddly I dead
Em' on the riddim you need to fix up
You brudda's are actin' funny
When I end dubz I double you dappy dumbies

Is it grime or grime or grime or is it
Hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop
Are you grime or grime or grime
Or are you hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop
Is it grime or grime or grime or is it
Hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop
It's just music, music, music
I make music, music, music
Is it grime or grime or grime or is it
Hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop
Are you grime or grime or grime
Or are you hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop
Is it grime or grime or grime or is it
Hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop
It's just music, music, music
I make music, music, music

(I just) raise the levels, raise the levels
Raise the levels, raise the levels
(I just) raise the levels, raise the levels
Raise the levels, raise the levels
(I just) raise the levels, raise the levels
Raise the levels, raise the levels
(I just) raise the levels, raise the levels
Raise the levels

So the moral of the story is
Don't ever put me in a box musically
Cos I've got more than enough bars
To put you in a box lyrically recognise!
The question now is is it grime?
Or is it hip-hop? What's the answer?
You decide!