Terror Danjah - Fire in My Studio lyrics

Certain DJs kiss arse so much But why? Wipe the sh** off your lips, look Comparing just-comes to legends But really, why you influencing? You see, Chipmunk's still not having any Rep for myself till I'm dead and buried Come on, how many spitters are on me? Can't be that special if you're one of many, look And this scene just feels like crabs in a barrel So when I spray, I spray shells, there ain't no crabs in my barrel I've gone past caring who the best MC is Pa**ion back, I can't stop MCing Last year, I made man stop MCing Between us spitters We all know who can snap and who goes in But you can pop back up and get hits Cuh the net's got a memory span of a fish and I've got no more space In my MC cemetery So forgive me if I k** off an MC that I've k**ed off already Look, I am not like these youts, no I will not lie for views No propaganda, just bars Man ain't got time for staging moves Still the one that everyone prees Just goals, working on me Emails, joint album? Don't lie Not from anybody on my team, 'llow it Lethal with it, I'm the "pow" in "powers" Last year, I lost my bearings Now I'm rolling Baauers Late nights, putting in hours I'm getting sick of addressing man testing But some man don't know when to 'llow it You could be a badman for your whole life And still be a dickhead in about six hours Love and hate my culture, fam Bare MCs tryna vulture man Garage v. grime at a Culture Clash I'm like why? Same f**ing culture, fam "Chip, why do you love to clash?" I'm like nah, that's part of the culture, fam I'm a**isting bringing my culture back Plus, if I don't, you won't defend my brand So I'm my only hero Counting on my n***as only got me zero I brang my man, man didn't bring me Won't forget how certain man did me These n***as remind me of me as a kid They get signed and start thinking they boasy Cash Motto, pay as you go, G Dem fa**yhole, deh nuh know we You dun know, I pray to God and he hears Prayed for Ice to return and he's here Devils are on me, you think that I care? Spray over here, spray over there Knew if I mentally start again Bare MCs would start again They're like "Chip, how you feel about my man?" I'm like "boy, same way as Charlemagne" Other night Mario, rhymes from the can like bro How comes my man's all up in my man's vid? Code talk, you know who my man is I was like "Mario, things have changed Look, these days, don't know who my man is" Yeah, it's a brand new era and ting So look, if the cap fits, that's your wig This ain't no card game, you little pricks Think you can snap like me And you think it's all good Till I snap on you and your clique Like look, if man go bananas, you'll split, Dasheen You ain't reaching the realms I hit, blud Cuzzy, I'm, cuzzy, I'm Chipmunk You ain't gotta back me, are you sick, bruh? I got Chip like a spliff does I fill up a page and a Rizla Sundays, bumping sizzler I be like dry cry, even tears Even my heart cries, but who cares? Been through dark times, still here Now I got a dark side if you dare Bars hard to digest like steak when I'm here Still get served, blood, medium rare Cuh I know you man You know my ting, me nuh like you man I'm one MC but I'm too bad Take on three MCs, coming four man You'll get peppered And eff a punchline anyway I can punch like any day n***as don't like me, I don't like n***as Well, that's that then anyways