Mr SnoWman - The Revival lyrics

[Verse 1] Seems like I'm achieving my goals Got retweeted by the MOBO's And I felt like David Beckham back in '96 After scoring 17 goals I made a Fire in the Booth and the Relegation Riddim And Manchester united So now I say 0161, Manny on the map And the mandem get excited Now it's all hectic in man's city Let's get down to the nitty gritty I came from the bottom into the premiership Now I'm notorious like Biggie Now it's all glorious, I'm ready And I'm so curious already Cause right now life feels like I'm watching the Fast and Furious on telly I'm not used to the limelight, I rhyme tight But I usually drive round on a dark night With a grime beat on, now I'm getting played on Radio 1Xtra, the best station that I've been on Sat looking at my Mum Who went from sitting on the visit in jail To looking in the rear view mirror Into the past and waving goodbye to her son [Hook 1] I am the grime scene saviour Not you, not you, not you I put my town on the radar Not you, not you, not you I'm the Chipmunk relegator That's who, that's who, that's who And I heard that you're in danger Is that true? Is that true? [Verse 2] You know when you're in too deep And you're losing sleep and not by choice? Receiving over a thousand tweets Cause you've got the streets making noise My name got big so fast You would've thought my name was taking 'roids I got a bigger hype than when Manny Paquiaio decided He was gonna fight Floyd Instagram couldn't picture this My opinion pissed off a hypocrite Charlie Sloth told em I was an animal Then a Chipmunk got ripped to bits I'm in a different league, it's so mad, I've got 10 missed calls off my distance Dad, I've got So many text messages off ex girlfriends Tryna draw me in like I'm a sketch pad, but I Remember the days I was in the gutter Nobody gave me bread and bu*ter So now I say where do you know me from? Get off my line, did I stutter? Get off my line, did I stutter? Get off my line, did I stutter? Get off my, line, line, line Get off my line, did I stutter? [Hook 1] [Verse 3] My Fire in the Booth left yours And the Relegation Riddim of course I told them watch how they war with me And now it's like Chip Diddy Chip can't talk Can't even mention my name in war Why? Cause the sweet chilli riddim was poor I think there's something you need to know about Chipmunk Let me tell em in a metaphor A little boy got a knock on the door Had to go police station of course Could've gone no comment, probably taken a charge But this boy talked to the law And now that little boy is on course The next pop star that wants to do grime But his friend never got bailed from court And now he's locked up for a long time Any minute now they're gonna open the door And that little boy's gonna run and hide Cause I heard that it is all out war In his own grease, he's gonna fry He's just like Devilman, and no one likes a snitch so How can them man reply? I am the headmaster of my time You'll get banned from spitting on grime [Hook 1] [Hook 2] I am the grime scene saviour Not you, not you, not you I put my town on the radar Not you, not you, not you I'm the Chipmunk relegator That's who, that's who, that's who I heard Skepta disowned ya Is that true? Is that true?