Lowkey - Who Said I Can't Do Grime lyrics

Whether you're in HMV or KFC, HMP or A&E I make them see A.N.D let you know the C.A.S.E From LDN not NYC, on the M.I.C, Im M.I.B Like BIG the MVP, VIP to the E.N.D EG my CD, is way to D.E.E.P That goes for your TV screen, DVD or BBC ITN or ITV, C.O.P say ID please S.T.O.P like IC3, wanna see me hooked to an I.V G In the ICU but Im N.O.T, they went O.T with the M.O.B Can't see me through the F.O.G Don't cuss mothers of S.O.B's These MCs are OAPs Wanna hype up I'm like OK, G You think you're B.A.D Get a P.E.N and a P.A.D If the CIA and the FBI, the MI6 and the MI5 Get on the A3 then I drive, turn up the A/C, FYI MJ like P.Y.T, LOL I never T.Y.P I E.A.T on E.I.D, twist the C.I.D like Levi Jeans D.I.E like BNP; EDL just BFGs Youths don't want no GCSE's they want C.O.D on the PS3 Im like DP or PE, or KRS from BDP Download this on your MP3 Send it to your MP & MTV You're not on this thing like A.D.D Your CD I rate PG Like KKK's with AK's My A.K.A is AA Take you off the road ASAP DDT these JLS MC's What you just saw basically Is how to murder the ABC Cos Im back in the booth Rappers wanna chat about the strap they got stashed in the back of their boot But I chat to the youths Abstract or backpack my attributes and stack to the roof I capture the truth Pour it on tracks my view and I'll sell it out the back of the boot Im positive you're negative, you're whack and confused Im back and the fact is your dad's in the room Ain't a track that you rappers can battle with Everytrack that I spat is immaculate Any track that I smash Im attacking it Heard you rap fam, your tracks are inadequate Your CD was kak, it was crap, Im dashing it You follow fashion with rap, Im pa**ionate Blood start splashing you, whip you're dashing it Said you were packing a mac in the back of it Kizzy, Im busy, Im really a brilliant guy It's gritty and sh**ty but really the city is mine If you diss me, pity the silly billy to try From bricky to Piccadilly to Mississippi Im live Getting rid of you milli vanilli's gimme the vibe Get jiggy like willy spitting the wittiest rhymes Uncivilised, ignorant diligent type And I victimise an idiot a million times Hey hey, we ray rays and sway flames Take snakes of the road like AA So waste brays, vacate and make space You bate fakes ain't straight, you stay fake We chase paper, you chase days like day way On a late day you date fakes and save face In the same place, we maintain and ain't changed We make tapes that rape pace like Keslane Don't diss this or miss this we live this from Lisbon to Ipswich For instance the dick's got your sister addicted Oh look, big tits came for a quick fix You're limper than Bizkit you nitwits A monster, a beast, when I stomp on the beat If the nonsense you speak is not gonna cease Unconscious belief, some conscious MCs Don't respond to the beef if your nonsense is meep Get ill up on the rhythm when I k** 'em on a lyrical Finish up my dinner then drill 'em with a syllable Don't really care what you did and what you didn't do Little fools are miniscule, spitting isn't difficult You find your mind cos Im out of mine f** a pound sign came for the crown of grime I told you once, I told you a thousand times Im a fountain of acid, you're alkaline You alcoholics are out of Time Got a mountain to climb if your mouth is lying Bow to his higness, Im bound to shine Let me coach you on vocals and how to rhyme Think Im vexed with your indirects If I spit rhymes next I slit five necks Im a big time threat, to your piss sly vects This guy lives life inside stress Im the best in the game, not impressed with the fame Im testing my aim if I send for your name The successful are lame, they kept it the same But whatever the weather It's destined to change Couldn't give a f** for your creps and your chains You slobber on the mic like a sket giving brain Im mental, deranged, crush temples and frames My pencil will end you like prepetual flames Burn like syphilis, you nerds are privileged When I die you can say that you heard the sickest spit My verse it limitless, the earth is spinning quick Pure words of wickedness that I merk the rhythm with Heard you were good, It's a shame that you're not Don't care about your chain or the fame that you got Keep my name on your brain cos I came for your spot What you're making is pot, they say it's a lot You're whack bro with your kak flow But you're whack though put ya cap low Prat go back home This monster is stronger than Castro's backbone I attack those little Fapo Caso's Don't ever get arrogant Don't start panicking, phone your management Mumbling, mannering that man are getting mad again Don't care about your swagger, mandem or medallion What's the matter then, magger where's your magnum When theres beef mandem are missing like Madeleine I've been badder than you and your bag of men What's happening when I k** 'em with a pad and pen Ain't got the bars in your pad to match me Me im so fast, you should catch a taxi Have you got a picture like Paparazzi? You lack the facts that go back to back b What I watch you rappers It's like crazy comedy I got a 'dont rate this fake G' policy f** ya rewards I don't rate these nominees Just little fickle Jay-Z wannabes You hobos are old and It's so so true No promo, logo or photoshoot f** your postcode, mobile and polo suit My opponents are hoping I won't go true Im certainly burning these burglars verbally Merking these merkers 'til mercenaries murder me Burstin' and turnin' your burberry burgundy Guernsey to Germany, Jersey to Bermondsey True rhymes, ain't got a pen? you can use mine Ain't stayin' underground line a tube line I'mma come through and shine, In due time Which one of you pricks said I can't do grime?