[Hook]

Bull in a china shop, live in effect

Why did he stop mixing funky on the decks?

Bull in a china shop, live in effect

Line 'em up and light 'em up on every set

Pussy, 'bout me running out of breath

But all your friends come like I'm running out of head

I'm still live in effect

Took shots, none of them fly through my vest

[Verse 1]

I've just got one question to ask

If Ghetts told him come Eski Dance

Would he leave his wife at the altar?

Go Primark and buy some new garms?

He'd pay for the petrol and drive the car

Wouldn't even get a drink from the rider

Listen, I don't know what made this boy start

I'll slap him and snap his Oyster card

UK's Flava Flav turned into a grime man

And now you wan' talk 'bout hypeman

You bend over and ride man

Looking like 2-0 right now

On the real, define hypeman

I jumped on the stage

[Excerpt from So Large spitting over "Esco's Spirit" at Eskimo Dance and getting a wheel-up]

[Verse 2]

Can't you see this boy loves fame?

Trap bars using his government name

Can't see clear, must have the sun in his face

Either that, or Kwam must've come in his face

Ayo, I wake up, make new dough, you don't

Go Zee & Co, buy clothes and you don't

Gassed cuh you got £60 for a show

Might as well use your hands for a bro

Your tunes are 99p, so?

I'd rather buy a bottle of Super Malt

Heads, shoulders, knees and toes

There's nowhere that this shank won't go

Tryna use my name for a come-up

Nah, that won't work, that will get you butt up

Caught you on Rinse FM, you done a runner

Got booked in a bar for half of a oner

Now you think you're some baller like Stunna

Rapping three years, no one didn't know ya

Now you're some grime scene floater

You're just Spooky's host and chauffeur

I never see your name on the poster

Me v. you is like ragga v. soca

Merky grew dreads to look like Sosa

Made a bar for what MC to go for

Thought his ting was on po-po-po-po

But it jammed and the pussy got licked over

Nappy dreads all over the roads, rah

Now I'm in the grime scene feeling like Omar

Jammz smashed him

He couldn't finish his pigs in a blanket

He jumped in the [?] and crashed him

Ask him, is he dead? Like Sanka

His dreads only ting dirtee stanking

Can't get a call back from Raskit

Look now, look now

Now I've gotta put another cap in Capo

Piere shot, can't run out of ammo

Now I've gotta put another cap in Capo

Piere shot, can't run out of ammo

[Verse 3, beat temporarily switches to "Look Like You" by Grizzy & M Dargg]

I sell crack, lemon and ammo

I don't wanna look like Capo

My young boy got that rambo

Run that through your Topman coat

All of my lemon is crack

I don't wanna look like Caps

Dem boys look like tramps

And mi cyan't look like that

[Verse 4]

Radio 1, the farrda dere

Can't hear? You must have the hardest ears

Do I have to draw my Russian hardwear

And lick down this koala bear?

Radio 1, the farrda dere

Can't hear? You must have the hardest ears

Do I have to draw my Russian hardwear

And lick down this koala bear?

To all you neeks getting inner on Twitter

You get one bomb, suck your mudda

Answer this one little question for me

Who ah buss mic like me?

You can get wheeled up four times like me

Who goes on the set and goes blind like me?

No guy, none of dem

Never ready

500 Grams is light

When I drop something heavy, what then?

500 Grams is light and it's better than all your EPs

If you're ready, come

And Merky, you little smelly rasta man

You need to back up and fall back

Piss on your Family Tree