[Intro]

Serious

G-R-I-M-E

Prince of grime

Let's go

[Chorus: Yizzy]

What do you call it? Drill?

Fam, this one's called grime

What do you call it? Trap?

Nah, I call it grime

What do you call it? Urban?

Hell no, I call it grime

What do you call it, fam?

I fuckin' call it grime

When I touch stage better know that's grime

I was in the papers doin' up grime

Shutdown Glastonbury, I did grime

This ain't a rap song, no, it's grime

I'm gonna put mum in a yard and when I do

Know that it's all from grime

When I do this ting, fam, it's grime

Told them I am the prince of grime

[Verse 1: Yizzy]

Stop callin' me bro

We don't have the same mum or dad

You look like you got rushed in school

Then left school and started talkin' bad

Mad, so don't be talkin' back

I'm not a man for idle chit-chat

Bruddas on their ones are too scared to scheme

But when their with two man, start act bad

So bring you whole team, I take heads off

Boom boom bang, red dot

Hit your suicide squad with a deadshot

Then I put the grime scene in a headlock

Again

I said I am the prince of grime and man try riot

Said I made a hundred bags at nineteen

Looked 'round, the same people all went quiet

Mandem be constantly tellin' me that man I'm goin# in

I tell 'em when I'm goin' in, I go in and I stay there

So I drop another lyric, they said I'm a loser, I told them I'm in it to win it

My brudda don't say there's a limit

Or I treat a brudda like a zoot, I bun him and bill it

You want a lyric, send an invoice then the riddim, I'll kill it

You want a verse for a bag, best be addin' a digit, get with it

And they told me I wouldn't get paid off grime?

[Chorus: Yizzy & JME]

What do you call it? Drill?

Fam, this one's called grime

What do you call it? Trap?

Nah, I call it grime

What do you call it? Urban?

Hell no, I call it grime

What do you call it, fam?

I fuckin' call it grime

When I touch stage better know that's grime

I was in the papers doin' up grime

Shutdown Glastonbury, I did grime

This ain't a rap song, no, it's grime

I'm gonna put mum in a yard and when I do

Know that it's all from grime

When I do this ting, fam, it's grime

Told them I am the prince of grime

[Verse 2: JME]

Trust, man's royal in this ting

GBH if you touch my skin

TBH when its onsite, that's right, let me touch mic and buss my ting

Don't bring a knife to a gunfight, I will bring a mic and man will just squeeze and spin

Lick a man's head clean off sight, if I misfire they will still get a decent trim

They're tired, I'm holdin' it up

The torch on fire, man's holdin' it up

You're at the back of the queue shoutin', "Yo, it's my time"

But I'm holdin' it up

Manamans done books, merch, performance and cinema

Instead of bringin' man down, they should be fuckin' proud of the mandem ya na

Serious, yo see the yard that I'm livin' in, grime

See the whip, take it for a spin, grime

See the supporters queuin' up around the block, still got an hour to get in, grime

Been here for time, you won't realise 'cause the wrist don't shine

Three generations of my family livin' stress free right now, that's because of

[Chorus: Yizzy]

What do you call it? Drill?

Fam, this one's called grime

What do you call it? Trap?

Nah, I call it grime

What do you call it? Urban?

Hell no, I call it grime

What do you call it, fam?

I fuckin' call it grime

When I touch stage better know that's grime

I was in the papers doin' up grime

Shutdown Glastonbury, I did grime

This ain't a rap song, no, it's grime

I'm gonna put mum in a yard and when I do

Know that it's all from grime

When I do this ting, fam, it's grime

Told them I am the prince of grime