Ayo London, New York, wah gwan?

I'm Chipmunk, Chip, yeah, whatever

Yo, they call me Chip Diddy Chip, don't tolerate lip diddy lip

Grab the pen and I'll flip diddy flip

You can't deny my history, my pen's still working

Nigga, right now London's bridge ain't burning

Can't out my fire, darg, I ain't out of fire, darg

Anyone that told you they could done me is a liar, darg

Grime's popping, I ain't never got a thanking

I left Hustle Gang and came home to a mad ting

Handled it though, I've got more than a handful of flows

Hand 'em out single-handedly though

Fuck 'em all, I'm in a league of my own

Best thing about rap beef, you learn who's your bros

Who's real and who's fake, who's in the Matrix, who ain't

Who's concrete, who's plastic, who's sturdy, who breaks

Who's switching sides and who's gonna ride

Make no man test God's timing, I've been a wordsmith

Man who wanna verse me can't out-verse this

Yeah, my name's Chip but I'm nobody's fast food

Try and make a wing stop here, hold turbulence

Up like 7, dere pon Hot 97

Another top boy repping

If you haven't seen Top Boy, it's worth checking

Check yourself when you're in town or hold a check in

'Nough man a meow, cat my riddims

Some man are cats, tek nine shots fi kill 'em

Fast-consuming times that we live in

Could have man thinking that you're dead when you're chilling

I ain't spoke to T.I in a minute

I went home, had business, I'm finished

Niggas chatting shit 'bout I fell off

Oi, shut up, I'll dive back in and still kill it

Our father, thy kingdom's come

I can't hold my tongue, it's like I've got tongues

I watch the news like 'look at what religion has done'

I get high as my mind but my spliff's soon done

I get my intoxication on

I'm rolling spliffs but writing blunt

Done alright with the numbers, but counting gets long

I've got 99 problems, these rappers ain't one

Look, if you can hear me loud and clearly

You'll understand lyrically, nobody scares me

Now let's play 'spot who's insecure'

I know a lot of man don't big me up cuh they fear me

Rap to grime, they know I've got that

I'm Dizzee, if you start dat, I'll stop dat

My nigga, I ain't hiding from my pop tracks

Pussy, if you pen up, I can pop back

If you don't write what you need to, your flow's messy

Stop off the heading, I'll off your head then

Kick back and have a zoot and laugh with my bredrins

Base your style off a next man, that's a dead ting

Niggas my age calling me old

Just cause I was popping when I was looking through the keyhole

You can test them other new niggas, not me though

Daddy in this ting and I don't touch kids, pedo

I ain't Crippng but I'm throwing up a C though

Fab with it, I'm a young OG though

Fuck around, cook a tape up for free though

I don't hold back, I squeeeeze, go

Rap vs. Grime, what the fuck?