Blue May - My Sound lyrics

[Intro] My sound's the realest My sound's the real deal Hold tight the ends, East Ham, Plaistow, Stratford Canning Town, stand up, ayy! [Verse 1] Hold tight the ends that [?] city Got the whole ends and Richard with me Man like Goose and my n***a Sticky Ashmond just got the Richard Mille Man can't call me no pickaninny Big magnum cost a pretty penny Couple LPs and a couple Diddys Couple Liv Popes and a couple Iggys All-white dance get shutdown Ragga, them pedals just touch down Gyal come with you, they're with us now Boogie got jungle on lock now I don't cut shapes, I just cut riddim If it ain't Vybez, I ain't f**ing with it Rudeboys don't response for no dissing Catch up inna big is a man's schism Man have got the rum-pu-pu-pum-pum Mek a boy run like he stole something Run up on me, that's a madness Rum-pu-pu-pum-pum Hold tight the mandem on lockdown God bless and keep your 'ead up now Wifey was real, she did hold out Dozen roses up her nose now [Hook] My sound's the realest, we know Shut down dance wherever we go And we keep a big ting for those haters And it goes po-po-po-po-po-po My sound's the realest, we know Shut down dance wherever we go And we keep a big ting for those haters And it goes po-po-po-po-po-po [Verse 2] Corned beef and rice, it was real then Please buss a shot for your real friend Man like Fab and my n***a Smithy Got the whole ends and Richard with me Man just might fly up Manny Link up the mandem up Manny Got a couple bruddas up country Hold tight Kygo and Jus D [Hook] My sound's the realest, we know Shut down dance wherever we go And we keep a big ting for those haters And it goes po-po-po-po-po-po My sound's the realest, we know Shut down dance wherever we go And we keep a big ting for those pagans And it goes (po-po-po-po-po-po) Dem boy some haters Hating for real Those boys some haters So we keep a big ting for those pagans And it goes (everybody dead now) [Verse 3] We either whine gyal or we stan' up But badman don't MC Hammer Made in the manor where the guns dem clap up Don't need no Santa fi boy get wrap up Must big up Marlene and Big Pat up RIP Auntie Vicky, true champion Down by the River Thames, [?] Mum played [Beres] and she played Daddy They scream no black role models on these streets But man model Roleys out on these streets Tryna push a roller out on these streets Tryna get a Rover out on these deets Paid my dues, then get no receipt This the motherf**ing thanks I get from this scene? Ten years deep, a thousand 16s And man a headline but didn't receive Let me bloodclart live, spit my bloodclart sh** I'm a forefather, that's my bloodclart kids Tell a hater it is what it bloodclart is Then tell a real sound man to bring back my ting [Hook] My sound's the realest, we know Shut down dance wherever we go And we keep the big sitting for those haters And it goes po-po-po-po-po-po My sound's the realest, we know Shut down dance wherever we go And we keep a big ting for those haters And it goes po-po-po-po-po-po My sound's the realest My sound's the real My end's the realest My mandem real