Yizzy, Jme - Grime lyrics

Serious g-R-IM-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 fuckin' 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 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 fuckin' 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 it's 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 fuckin' 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 call it grime
What do you call it? Urban?
Hell no, I call it grime
What do you call it, fam?
I fuckin' 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